Lost In Translation

CHAPTER 12

'Darling are you guys going to spend the weekend with me?' Fedor was packing away Rebecca's toys that she'd strewn about.
Olivia laughed. 'We seem to spend more time there, than we do here at our apartment,' she packed away the last of the dishes that she'd finished washing.
Fedor rose and walked to Olivia. He stood behind her, his arms circling her waist. 

'Move in with me,' his lips worried at her throat.

'No,' she sighed, enjoying his caress.
'Why not?' He demanded, turning her around to face him.
'Fedor, I don't want to argue with you again!'
'We're talking, not arguing,' he refuted, keeping her prisoner in his arms.
'Because,' Olivia laughed, pushing at his chest, until he released her. 'Sophie's here and Rebecca is comfortable with her routine here.'
'I do believe you are making excuses darling ' Fedor drew her into his arms again.
'I'm not,' she gazed into his eyes, wanting to escape, but equally, hungry for his love.
Fedor bent his head, his lips brushed hers tenderly. Her pelvis pressed into him. Her arms lifted, wrapping around his neck. Olivia's mouth opened, capturing his, her tongue seeking, possessing. Her lips caressed his throat, she whispered her intent, unbuttoning his shirt.

'No.'
'What!' She stepped back, searching his face. She knew he wanted her. The rock- hard evidence was inside his pants.
'We were talking,' he reminded her.
'And I said no! I thought our talking was over.'
Fedor lifted her into his arms and began walking to the sofa. 'Why did you stop kissing me?' She playfully slapped his chest.

Fedor laughed. 'I like kissing you. You know that, but I feel you're using sex to distract me.' He kissed her tenderly as he sat on the sofa, with her still in his arms.

She returned the kiss. 'I don't like talking to you. I prefer to kiss you.'

Fedor chuckled. 'My mouth is a package. It likes to talk as much as it likes kissing.'

'As long as it is only me, your mouth likes kissing,' her palm cupped his cheek. She bent her head to kiss him again.

Now,' he started, placing her a little away from his chest, so he could look into her eyes, whilst she was still on his lap. 'Yes it is only you I like kissing, but tell me what you are afraid of? Why are you refusing to move in with me? I know it has nothing to do with Rebecca, darling. Children adapt very quickly, as long as their basic needs are met. You know there is a beautiful garden. Rebecca will have the time of her life there. There are plenty of rooms, for you to choose any one to be our baby's playroom. And I have no problem with my daughter's toys all over the shore. You are the cleanliness freak,' he laughed. 'So out with it!' His eyes met hers squarely.

'She lowered her eyes, heaved a heavy breath. 'What happens when we break up? Then I will need to pack Rebecca up and move out and start again ___ without you. I don't know if I want to subject myself to that emotional trauma again. It took me many years to stop hurting, after we broke up the previous time.'

'You mean when you dumped me. Let's be clear, I wanted you in my life. You chose to cowardly sneak out without ___.'

'Yes. Yes. I dumped you. But I could not be your kept woman Fedor. You know no person enjoys the indignity of being at the financial mercy of another!'

'But you were my person darling. I am extremely wealthy. Money is not an issue to me. You saw that when we lively together, rather blissfully, I might add.'

She laughed softly, looking away. Fedor would never understand and he should be able to because he was a proud man. He would never be beholden to another. He would never allow others to do his bidding.