... ... ... SOLDIER OF LOVE & JUSTICE ... ... ...
Staying aside and observing a wrangling so uncalled-for unwrapped in her drawing-room between the four used to be a family, she took time battling inside her head whether to meddle in or let the storm to blow out itself. There were three people she cared for and with one of them she shared her heart, her working life, her bed and recently her entire space, while the other two of his blood were welcomed any time, but not the awful intruder pronounced as ex-wife and mother. That woman to break up their indoor good time behaved unwise, if not to say inadequate, it couldn't be swallowed any longer.
"Excuse me," she gave mouth pretty resolutely though. "You're in my house. No, correction..." she peeked at Antonio, "...in our house. So, first, drop your voice, Laura, and cough up some respect to all and each here. Second, ease up. Antonio is the father too, has his rights and his point, as well as your kids are grown enough to have a word, they are not toys to be tossed at your will or mood..."
"And who the hell you are?" the woman snapped neglectfully.
"I am absolutely aware who I am. But you evidently do have problems, also with identification of yourself, of the others and with acknowledging their individuality. So I'll repeat - respect everyone here or go away."
A fierce glare of the woman targeted to dumbly challenge a confident stare of hers, but no luck. This girl will stand for herself and whoever. By intelligent means or not. Yet, the last one was unwished to recourse to at the moment.
"Diego!" his mother called again determined to get the boy out of here as if it was sort of a crack den.
Too much drama out of nothing and that strange biting anger as if the man was the reason of his ex-wife troubling, counting the divorce when forced not by him at all, as well as climate crisis and pollution on the planet. As if it hurt Laura to see him nestle. As if the woman didn't let him go yet...
And even though Antonio gained afresh such a capital beautiful support on his side, he finally gave up in favor of peace the fastest to settle, "Go with mom."
"You too, Eva!" Laura Dawson wanted all her eggs back.
"I'm old enough to choose," the young lady declared to mother's resentment.
"That's your crappy breeding and her shitty influence!" the blame was coldly addressed to both hosts, but only made these two smirk, including Eva, lame yet somewhat proudly.
Anyway, secretly promised to give their get-together another try, all the guests, genially invited and not, were politely dismissed and shown out. The air cleared at once but still their apartment seemed to be needed a blessing after that ugly invasion...
For weeks already Antonio had the pleasure to officially call this place home, having moved here all his more or less vital belongings to accompany hers on the shelves and a useless TV-panel she was originally against and peremptorily forbade in the bedroom now to hang on so outrageously empty wall in the living-room and be covered with dust. Thus, the tale is complete and no more running between and around.
His flat was left to kids, mostly to Eva, however it was very hard to admit that it's fine time for his daughter to start living on her own with him only guarding from the distance. And apart from this new dad's reality nothing else since then disturbed his every day and night in a raw happily spent in loving arms and steady presence of the woman much unlike Laura who he totally forgot about 'till today.
"I don't get it, is she jealous of the kids or also you?" relieved, she fell on the couch while he stood in the hall still comprehending the occurrence.
"Neither. She's just a mother," he grasped no teasing in her tone yet, but moved to join her.
"Oh, no, she's just a crazy woman... with something on her mind... I thought next she'd ask you to leave with. Damn, then I'd throw aside all decorum and get dirty."
At this he chuckled and restored to senses as grabbed her in his arms on the sofa bringing them back to delightful unceremonious interlacing closeness. Comfortable, appeasing, igniting. Always like that. But never bored with the permanence.
"That's my job to get dirty. And I'll talk to her later to handle the passing and the future, because that was unacceptable and I am sorry..."
"Hey, no, you're not obliged to apologize for someone's bitching!" seriously she meant it all and almost omitted the part where she didn't want him to stay alone with that woman. "I can't imagine you two together..."
"She used to be different," that was true and still he doubted if he ever felt with his ex the same he was granted latterly, and hopping for longevity, by this witty, hot and integrous girl.
"Not playing the queen of universe who treats some people like possessions and others like nothing? Sorry, I hardly believe that," a sneer left her but met no judging of his as her sarcasm was valid.
Nonetheless, she didn't like making unfavorable comments - even if those are firm facts - about anyone. Laura won't be given a single chance to ruin anything again. So had to finish with that and lead the conversation somehow somewhere... to a lovely spoiled note and actions.
"No puppeteering or slaveholding allowed. One of own volition chooses... if she wants to... belong to... or with someone," changed now purposely to alluring vibe, her eyes roamed his face and her hands tentatively did so with his strong body.
A tactile very well familiar bliss of skin to skin completely bared in a flash activated her imagination, her every cell with the heat uprising and telepathically infecting his essence while there were still too many clothes on.
"I am yours," she entrusted straightforward, gazing at him blatantly, then as if leaned for a kiss, "And love that to the bits. On mental and physical levels... especially when coming around you..." The last phrase almost to be a whisper right before her breath got eagerly stolen by his proactive lips.