Behind The Scenes

47. Hero

We landed and quickly collected the large luggage. I tell Jo to follow me, I know this airport like the back of my hand.
"Here they are!" Mercy exclaims when she sees us exiting the arrivals doors.
"Hi!" Jo goes to hug Mercy and then hesitates when she sees my mom. She holds out her hand, "Ms. Fiennes."
My mother hugs her and says, "Oh, dear, you make me feel older than I already do. Only Martha."
My sister and I are giggling.
"Okay," Jo tells her and they look at each other for a few seconds.
"Well, hello mom, you haven't seen me for two months and you haven't even greeted me, thanks!" I say jokingly.
"Stop it, come here," she hugs me. "I missed you."
"At least."
My sister gives me a quick hug and then we walk towards the parking lot.
My mother's car is big enough to hold two suitcases and two trolleys.
"Come on, in the car!" my mother exclaims getting on the driver's side.
Mercy seats in the front with Mom and Jo and I seat behind her.
"She's nice," she whispers.
"Ah, you say?"
She nods. I'm glad she likes her.
The airport is a bit far away from my house, it will take us half an hour to get there.
I'm exhausted, my back and head aches, and I'm hungry. As soon as I get home, I prepare a Chicken Tikka Masala, mom said that everything is at home.
Jo sighs, I sense that she too is dead tired and her journey has stressed her out.
We will not stay at my house for the night, we will go to a hotel, so we will have all the privacy we need. From 3 to 10 November without being able to fuck and not worrying that someone may hear us is frustrating, so: hotel room. Jo said she got a suite.
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"Please, it was delicious! Can I have a little more?" Jo asks me.
I replied that she can eat as much as she wants and I put some more on her plate.
My mom and Mercy liked it too.
I must say that Mom doesn't ask Jo many questions, at least, nothing intrusive, nothing that could upset her serene mood, or mine.
"I raised a chef, right?" my mother gives her an accomplice look.
"Yes," Jo chuckles.
"Modestly," I admit.
My sister puts a chicken fork in her mouth and is thoughtful. Then she says, "How much are you not making pizza?"
"He did it three days ago," Jo replies for me.
"Do it before you leave, please," Mercy begs me.
I assure her that I'll prepare it in these days and, going to put her plate in the sink, she kisses my cheek.

A few hours later, we took my car, a bit run down because I haven't used it for too long, and we went to the hotel. They give us the key at the reception and we go in search of our room. Eighth floor, room number 176.
Here it is.
I immediately throw myself on the soft bed full of pillows and blankets.
"Well, what do you think?" Jo sits astride me while I have my hands behind my neck.
"I like it."
She pulls me to herself by taking me from the blue sweatshirt I'm wearing.
Her lips are on mine and I feel her warm breath. Our noses touch and my forehead is against hers.
"I love you," I whisper between the kisses she is giving me.
"I love you, Hero, very much," she whispers in turn.
I have a craving to feel her tight on me, but I'm too tired for today, even though my cock says just the opposite.
That's how it goes for today, tomorrow is another day.