Fic: Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here
Such is the life of a stage actress. Constant auditions. Insane rehearsals. Practice, practice, practice just so you can turn around and do it all again the next week. I thrive on it. It’s what I’ve conditioned myself to be prepared to do. My entire life has been one big practice for these practices. And I’m good at it. Really good at it. So when the London stage called, there wasn’t a second of hesitation. Ok, maybe a second.
But he understood.
It’s now though that I’m not nearly as fond of the stage. After the curtain call and the rush has subsided and I sit in the back of one of London’s famous taxi’s as it darts down empty street after empty street to take me home to an empty apartment. It’s the only time I have time to think. And to feel.
I lay my head back against the seat and watch the blur of the street lights pass out the window. Somehow it makes me feel even lonelier than I already do. It’s strange to me though, this feeling. I guess you could say I’ve been alone my entire life. I kept it that way. I was perfectly fine being alone.
Until I was alone without him.
A smile tugs at my lips as his name once again resurfaces in my mind but it quickly fades away as that persistent ache pangs in my heart. I miss him. More every day. Two months in London didn’t seem so bad. And when I told him, he just pulled me into his arms and held me tighter than he ever had before. That’s my girl, he said. I love you. It wasn’t the first time he said it but I know it was the first time he meant it. I flew to London the next day. And so began my nighttime ritual. Every night as I fight the chill of the London air and wait for my cab, I text him the same message.
Wish you were here.
Every night of the last month I’ve sent him the same message. Every night I get the same response. Me too.
The cab slows and I gather my bags, handing the driver some money as I slide out the door. Right on cue, it starts to rain. I curse my luck as I try to shield my head with a flimsy bag but give up after a couple of steps. Instead I just let my arms fall to my side and I walk toward my building as the rain soaks me to the core. I’m freezing by the time I reach the door, my teeth chattering as I push my way inside and start to climb the stairs. I fumble with my keys as I make it to the third floor and then drop them to the ground. I mutter a curse word under my breath as I bend down to pick them up.
“Such a dirty word for such a pretty mouth.” I react to his voice immediately as I stand up quickly.
“Noah,” I whisper as my eyes finally find him leaning against the doorframe to my apartment. I waste no time on a response, instead dropping my bags to the floor and jumping into his arms. He snakes his arm around my waist and lifts me off of the ground. “You’re here,” I say and he starts to laugh.
His lips find mine as he starts to put me back on the ground. “I’m here.” As he steps back he smiles and my heart melts. I have missed that smile so very much. “I wanted it to be all romantic. But your landlord thinks I’m some crazy fan or something and he refused to let me in. So I had to settle for surprising you in the hallway. See,” he says softly as he holds his hands out to the side, “you got your wish.”
Before I know it I am in his arms, placing kisses on every inch of skin I can find. I hear him laugh softly as he puts his hands on my waist and pushes me away ever so slightly. “Keys,” he says before he leans down and picks up my long forgotten keys and quickly throws the door open. Within seconds, his arms are tight around my waist and he lifts me up and carries me inside, shutting the door behind him.
He begins to move me backward until I hit against the dining room table. He pushes me onto it as his mouth moves go my neck. He kisses along my jaw and onto my lips. I bring my hand to his face as his tongue darts into my mouth.
We kiss passionately for a few minutes and then he breaks away. He rests his head against mine as we both try to catch our breath. Finally, he smirks. “That is exactly the welcome I was wishing for.” His eyes meet mine and I can see the warmth in them. “I missed you so much, Rach. So much more than you even know.”
I raise an eyebrow as I pull back from him slightly. “Oh, really. How much?”
His hands move through my hair as he clutches the back of my head. “This much.” I don’t have time to laugh as his mouth covers mine feverishly.
I cross my ankles around his back and move my body closer to the edge of the table. I can feel his desire growing against me as his mouth melts with mine.
I’m lost. No sense of time. Space. Being. All I can feel is this man against me . . . . and the love, passion and excitement he is generating in my body. Not in my wildest dreams could I ever wish for more than him.
He breaks from my mouth and looks down, his hands now busy removing my rain soaked shirt. As it falls to the floor, he leans down and kisses along my breasts.
I need to feel his skin against mine so I reach for the bottom of his shirt and begin to pull it up over his head. He removes his mouth from my chest long enough to assist me, his arms immediately encompassing my waist as soon as the clothing leaves his body. His mouth finds mine and in one simple movement, he lifts me from the table and begins to walk to the bedroom.
As he lays me down on the bed, he kneels onto the floor. His hands rub along my legs until he reaches the waist of my pants. He clutches them, slowly pulling downward until he is able to add my underwear to his grasp.
Taking his time to remove the clothing, his eyes ravage me. I can feel the warmth in my cheeks. Finally, his eyes find mine. “There was no way I could keep getting those messages every night and not see you. They were making me crazy. I didn’t realize how long two months would be and, hell, it’s only been one so far.”
I giggle softly and he lifts my foot in his hand and begins to kiss the bottom of it. The sensations I feel throughout my body are unexplainable and I throw my head back against the bed. He begins a journey up my body, taking his time as he kisses my sensitive spots . . . . spots only known to him.
It seems like hours of passionate torture before he moves completely over my body. I can’t take much more so I work to discard the only objects left between us. His jeans and boxers. Soon they too are on the floor.
He holds his body up with one arm as he guides himself into me. As he begins to move his hips, I close my eyes. I move my arms above me, holding onto the headboard, and tighten my legs around his waist. I meet him, time after time, are bodies working like a symphony.
I feel his chest against mine and his hot breath burns into my neck. My eyes flutter open as our movements grow more intense. My lips find his ear. “I love you, Noah.” Our fevers pitch. “I love you so much.” My hands slam against the bed and I clutch the sheets tightly. My head molds into the mattress as my body reacts to the emotions inside me.
He holds onto me gently, as if he’s holding a porcelain doll. Our breathing is ragged. Our bodies scorching. It’s all so beautifully perfect. So beautifully us.
It’s nearly an hour before we have the strength to pull away from each other. And nearly an hour more of talking and kissing before he finally falls asleep. I lay there though, too excited and happy at his presence to even consider sleeping. He was the one thing missing from London. The one thing I needed.
I bite at my bottom lip and run my fingertips gently along his arm, watching this amazing man who came here for me and made my wish come true. The loneliness of the night is long gone, replaced now with love. Wonderful, amazing, stage worthy love.
Leaning forward, I kiss his forehead and then quietly slip out of the bed. I tiptoe into the kitchen, searching in the dark for the purse he drug in as he carried me earlier. When I find it, I pull out my cell phone and quickly type in a new message.
Wish you will stay.
As I hit the send button I hear the muffled ring of his phone inside of his discarded jeans. I smile and tiptoe back to the bed and into his arms.