Chapter 11: If Only Us... Chapter 11

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Romance

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This time, seven minutes before the alarm went off, I cracked an eye open.  The alarm would go off soon so I clicked it off.  I was still pressed up against her back.  She apparently hadn’t moved all night.  As my ardor increased, Virginia turned her head towards me and smiled.

“Hello, darling.  Quickie?”  She smiled.

“It’ll have to be a quickie I’m afraid.  Sorry I fell asleep earlier.”

“I fell asleep first remember.  I was just so comfortable with your arms wrapped around me.  I’m awake now though; and so are you.”  She snickered softly.

We made slow love.  This time there was no sense of urgency as last night.  This time, we took our time.  The crescendo, when it came, seemed to last for hours.  Breathlessly, we came to a halt and broke apart.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.  What will the neighbors say?”  She asked me with a grin.

“They’d say ‘Gawd, I wish I’d done that’”

She laughed outright, sat up, and slid off the bed to walk to the bathroom.

“No helping this morning.  We need to get ready for the trip.  Okay?”

“Yep.  I agree, dammit.”  I said with a smile.

As she showered, I contemplated how much more relaxed our lovemaking had become in just the one day as a married couple.  I analyzed it until I came to the realization that it was as I had said before: there was no sense of urgency or of time limit.  We literally had the rest of our lives to love each other.

We ate breakfast in the large private kitchen with Franz and Angelina.  They kept beaming at us the whole time.  When we were finished and ready to head for the train station, Angelina passed us a small envelope and motioned for Virginia to tuck it into her pocket.  “Für später”, she explained; for later.  Otto hailed us a cab and we had a round of handshakes and hugs, got into the cab, and left for the rest of our honeymoon.

We arrived amid the bustle of a train station readying for a major arrival.  This particular train, called the Tulip Special, originated in Zurich, Switzerland, swept up the southwest bit of Germany stopping only in three places, and then continued northwards through Bonn, Düsseldorf, Arnhem to finally terminate in Amsterdam.

Since it would only halt for six minutes in Stadt, we had to have our hand-carried luggage ready to go.  Our one larger suitcase was already with the pile on a cart and would be put into the baggage car.  Virginia began looking nervously around for anyone she knew and finally, two of her friends appeared shouting and yoo-hooing to her.  She looked relieved and wept happy tears as they hugged us both.

Her parents arrived next, out of breath because they’d had to park a distance away.  Mine arrived on their heels.  We stood to the side and exchanged small talk.  My mom tugged at my shoulder and motioned me aside.

“I, we, all of us, are so very proud of you, you know.  Virginia is a great girl and we love her dearly.  We can hardly wait to be grandparents.  Enjoy yourself to the fullest on your honeymoon.”  She kissed me on the cheek.

My dad started to shake hands and then pulled me close into a one-armed hug.  My new parents, Myra and Bear, turned Virginia loose to my mom and dad so they could hug me.  Myra was the first to speak.

“Thank you for taking care of my little girl, Tom.  Regardless of how we got here, we’re here now and much happier for it.  Be kind to her, she sometimes lets little things get larger than life so help her over them.  She’ll get emotional as her time nears.  Be patient and show her your love.”

“Every moment of my life, mom.  I won’t let you down – either of you.”  I said as I turned to her father.

He also started to shake my hand, but this time it was I that hugged him.  He slapped my back and pulled away again.  Amid general hubbub, a distant whistle sounded.  The Express was coming down the river.

Virginia and I walked back to our two small cases and prepared to board.  Everyone else formed a semi-circle around us as the train ground to a screeching air brake halt.  A porter popped out of the vestibule, dropped a small stool to the ground, and helped an old lady off.  They then began boarding new passengers.

We reached the top of the stairs, and, after the attendant looked at our tickets, pointed aft and held up one finger.

“Next car?  Suite 7?”  I asked in German.

Her face brightened noticeably and she nodded and wished us a good trip.  We walked rapidly back to the next car, located compartment 7, and Virginia slid the door open with a gasp.

“Oh goodness, look at all the flowers!”

When I got inside and set the bags down I turned a full circle.  Every flat surface had at least one small bowl of flowers on it.  A large gift-wrapped package lay on the coach seat.  We went to the window, lowered the top portion, and leaned out to catch our group’s eye.  My brother was the first to spot me and shouted to the rest.  They all trooped down the platform to talk and wave at us.

Arm in arm we stood, kissed for cameras, and smiled broad smiles.  The whistle whooped twice, the conductor blew his whistle, and with a clank we slowly moved off.  We watched as long as we could, but the wind began whipping at Virginia’s hair so I put the window back up.  We turned to the present to see what it was.

A large card was attached to the box, which was only about a quarter-inch deep and the size of a letter.  I opened the card and read.

“It’s from Hans and Gerd,” I explained.  “It says not to worry about any food on the train coming or going.  He and all our friends at the stationhouse have prepaid them.”

“Oh my God.  That must have been expensive.”

“Probably a bit, but they really wanted to help in some way.”

I opened the box and there were quite a few letter-sized coupons with perforated sections to them.  They were definitely what they stated they were: vouchers for the meal service on the Tulip Express both outgoing and return.

“How wonderful,” Virginia snuffled.  “We’ve got to find something very nice for both of them.  Now, what are we going to do about all the flowers?”

I surveyed the compartment and said, “I wonder if they could use them in the dining car or the lounge?”

“Great idea.  Let’s ask the porter.”

“In a little bit.  First, we need to take a moment for ourselves, beloved wife.”

“I so love it when I hear that, my husband.”  She said, pulling me down on the seat.  “Remember the train to Paris?  It seems so long ago and yet I remember every moment of it.  We were so nervous – or, at least I was.”

“Don’t even for a moment think I wasn’t nervous.  My hair was even nervous; wondering what you would do if I even touched you.  When we kissed the first time, standing in that darkened compartment, my heart was thumping so hard I was sure you could hear it.”

“I was the same way.  I waited for you to put your arms around me and I thought I’d go crazy until you finally did.  When I felt your, er, reaction to my closeness, I knew you felt the same way.  It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from me.  It seemed that I would float to the ceiling if you let go.  Then, you kissed me again and it didn’t matter at all anymore.”

I enfolded her in my arms again, bent and kissed the tip of her nose.  She wrinkled it, and kissed me back.  When she pulled at my hips she again felt my reaction to her closeness; but, this time, she just pressed harder against me.  I smiled, and bumped hips against hers.

“According to the timetable, we have a three hour delay in Bonn waiting for another section to come up from Munich.  Do you think we could find something to do?  Read, perhaps?”

“Oh, I think we can find something more interesting than that,” she said, touching the front of my pants.  “This seems noteworthy.”

I dropped my head and pushed it under her chin to nuzzle the soft skin between her breasts with my lips.

“Your idea has merit, madam.  We’d better knock it off now or I’ll have to stay in the cabin here for the whole trip until this goes away.”

I reluctantly released her and went into the tiny washroom.  She was busily sorting things out and tidying up the gift wrappings as I closed the door.  I drank three glasses of cold water before my passion subsided then I used a washcloth to wipe my face.  It took five minutes before I was fully presentable.  I left the washroom.

“I was wondering if you were okay.”  Virginia grinned at me.  “The porter hasn’t come for our tickets yet and you have them.”

I patted my suit coat guiltily.  “Yeah.  You’re right.  I forgot that.”

We went over and sat on the day seat so we could watch the scenery passing by.  It was such a moment of Déjà vu that I remarked on it.

“Didn’t you just say that?”  She countered.

We began to laugh.  There was a tapping on the door.  When I opened it, the conductor asked for our tickets.  I passed them over and she punched the top portion.  She explained that the second page was for use after we left Bonn.  I thanked her and she went on down the passageway to knock at the next compartment.


Submitted: May 10, 2013

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Hahaha, teenage boys and their excitement.

Wed, November 13th, 2013 4:28pm


Teenage boys don't have all the fun, you know. We just get better at it as we age.

Wed, November 13th, 2013 8:41am

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