Angels

[Brandybee]

I find myself getting lost in the story and even had tears at a few points.

Funny though, I always look forward to when he is in bed and the little messages he receives off his Angel.

Write more, and please don't leave out or forget those messages.  It really is a terrific story. I am a fan.  Well Done to you Fixx.

[Anonymous]

Thanks Brandy

Despite everything else I have going on, I'm trying to keep writing.

The next piece is in progress.

[Amethyst]

I agree what a great story and it is an honour to be writing with you .. Hope things settle down for you soon Fixx

Hugs Ame

[Anonymous]

Everyone begins to notice that I have become more carefree. At work, I chat and socialise more. It’s like I’m meeting people for the first time, even though I’ve known them for years. My sister teases me, wanting to know what’s changed in my live; I know she suspects, but I’m not saying yet, I don’t want to jinx my good fortune.

Gemma and I meet for another Saturday night date, after chatting on the phone several times and constant text messages. Again we meet outside the restaurant, another Italian, but this time the one I really wanted. A quaint, family restaurant, cosy and homely, absolutely perfect for a date. Unlike on our first date, as I wait for her to arrive, I’m not nervous, just excited that I’m going to be seeing her again.

Jess pulls her car up to the sidewalk, and I watch Gemma slide out with well-practised grace, breaking into a smile as soon as she sees me, causing my heart to flutter excitedly. Again, Gemma is wearing a short dress, this one off the shoulder, deep-red in colour. Her legs are bare tonight, which pleases me and she wears the same simple black lace up shoes. I take all this in before we are wrapped in a warm embrace. My lips lightly brush against hers, her sweet lips eagerly answering mine. Her hands loop behind my neck and she encourages me down into a deeper kiss.

I feel breathless as our lips part, Gemma looking up at me with a smile says, giggling “Hello.”

“And hello to you.” I reply, with a broad grin.

Gemma’s hand is in mine as we enter the restaurant. The interior is decorated in a combination of red and black, the lighting low with the warm glow of a small cluster of candles illuminating each table. Most of the tables seat just two, the spacing and the lighting allowing for a feeling of intimacy and privacy. I had managed to secure a corner table which offers the greatest privacy.

Once we have our drinks, the waiter leave us to look over the menu, Gemma leans over towards me. “I never knew this place was here.” She says. “It’s amazing…So romantic!” Even the low lighting can’t hide her blushes.

As we talk, waiting for our main courses, I notice, Gemma’s eyes have drifted from my face, to my shirt. I wonder if there is a stain on it. Her hand reaches across the table and I feel the weight on the chain around my neck lighten, as Gemma carefully lifts the ring, Amanda’s ring, to look at it more closely.

“My God! Robert.” She exclaims. “This ring is beautiful. It must have belonged to someone very special…”Gemma’s voice trails off as she looks up at my face.

I can barely imagine what my expression must be from Gemma’s reaction. The colour drains from her features, her eyes wide and her mouth moves wordlessly as she starts to back away from me. The ring slips from her retreating fingers, to swing upon its chain.

Appalled that I could create such a reaction in someone I care for, I gently intercept her retreating hand. Merely touching Gemma calms my racing heart. I’m pleased she doesn’t pull away as I feared she would. She allows me to guide her hand back, inviting Gemma to hold Amanda’s ring once more. She looks at me, uncertainty etched in her every feature until I smile. Then I feel her lift the ring once more, as my hand remains gently touching hers.

“I’m sorry, Gemma.” I say in little more than a whisper. “I haven’t allowed anyone to touch this for many years.” Her eyes switch from the ring to my face as I talk. “Its owner was very important to me. They were my world.” I watch as her expression softens, as I continue quietly. “It’s a platinum band, set with a heart shaped ruby, encircled by a dozen diamond chips.”

The beautiful blue eyes remain fixed on me, as she says softly “It must have been expensive.”

“It was, not that I cared.” I reply with a shrug, as my mind drifts back to earlier times. “I just wanted the perfect symbol to show how I felt.”

“She must have been very special.” Gemma says, tears moistening her eyes. “We best keep this safe.” She adds. Carefully, she tucks Amanda’s ring back inside my shirt, fastening another button. She places her hand over the ring, smiling she leans across the table, until her lips meet mine. I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of her soft lips.

Gemma made no demands for me to tell her more.  If she had asked, I think I would have told her everything. Maybe I should have? Our meal is followed by a movie. I let Gemma chose and we ended up surrounded by kids, watching the latest Disney movie. Not that I minded, as Gemma spent the whole film resting against me, my arm wrapped around her.

Afterwards, I offered to drive her home. Gemma smiles, her hand lightly caressing my cheek, her lips briefly met mine before simply saying “Thanks.”

When I pull up at her apartment, we spend a few silent moments gazing at one another, before I lean towards Gemma, a motion she mirrors. Our lips come together, softly at first but our kiss grows more intense. Through open mouths our tongues come together dancing an increasingly wild tango. Gemma’s hands rest upon my leg, clenching at the fabric of my trousers. I have one hand resting on the back of her head, the other stroking her bare thigh.

With a shared reluctance, our mouths part. My breathing is heavy with the desire I feel for this young woman sitting, looking deep into my eyes, my own passion and excitement reflected in her clear blues eyes. Wordlessly, she presses her lips to mine once more. Immediately, our tongues met to renew their dance. My hand upon her thigh wanders carelessly higher, only stopping when my fingers find the soft fabric of her dress.

The chime of Gemma’s phone interrupts us. With a sigh of reluctance she parts her lips from mine. “It’s Jess” She says with a giggle. “She wants to know when I want her to pick me up.”

I chuckle “I guess that’s my cue to wish you goodnight.”

“I guess…” She says drawing closer “…but not until you give me a goodnight kiss.”

“It sounds like a tough job,” I joke “but I think I’m up to it.”

Our lips meet once more, Gemma’s hands clasping the front of my shirt to pull me closer. My hand squeezes her thigh, drawing a quiet moan from her, that seems to vibrate through my mouth. My other hand gently caresses her cheek. Time seems to stand still, until reluctantly our lips part and we finally bid each other goodnight.

My thoughts and dreams that night were of Gemma, but always there was Amanda watching over us, a gentle, warm smile upon her face as my angel nods her approval.

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