When in Rome......

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I'm beginning to panic until I feel the air in front of me shift and a smell a scent that calms my nervous body immediately, it swirls around my body, enveloping me and my knees feel weak in anticipation of removing this blindfold, the person in front of me takes a step forward and my body tingles all over, goosebumps on goosebumps.

“Baby?” I breathe out, a finger tip traces the bare skin from the top of my shoulder all the way down my arm to my hand, it makes me shiver and I stumble forward into a warm firm chest, , hot wet lips press against my own and I pull away

“This had better be my fiance!”

his lips smile against mine and the blindfold is removed and when my eyes focus properly again indeed revealing the man I love the most.
My whole being jumps with joy,  I'm not sure what to do I literally wasn't to launch my whole body at him as he stands before me smirking at me

“surprise baby!”

he gathers me in his arms crushing our bodies together.

It's just been just a little under two weeks but it feels like forever since he last touched me,  my eyes start leaking tears

“Are you upset with me that I came here?” he asks so innocently

“No Marshall,  these are happy tears!”

I laugh, I'm so happy I could burst,  I didn't know I needed this so much. 

Pulling back I study his face,  the dark circles are gone from his eyes,  he doesn't look weighted down by guilt any more, his face beams the secret way it does just for me while he's busy studying me too

“You look amazing Annie, so fucking beautiful”

I can't stop grinning at him,  part of me wants to devour him and the other just to keep standing and staring at my beautiful man like he's not fucking real or something.

“How long are you here for?”

I ask him silently hoping for the rest of the week but I know how busy he is in reality

“Just tonight Annie, my jet leaves at 5am. I’’ve got a lot on this week”

I look down and nod,  I don't need to feel sad about that I'm just going to enjoy the time we have

“there going to be time for making love though?”

I ask suddenly fearful that there won't be, There's no way he's come all this way and I don't get too fuck him,  that's not happening!  Marshall snorts in disgust and buries his head in my neck

“Dinner, then back to your hotel baby and I'll worship your body for the rest of the night ok!”

he growls against my ear making me light headed with desire 

“I could honestly skip dinner Marsh" he laughs at me

“have you even noticed where you are Annie?”

“have you even noticed where you are Annie?”

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I shake my head,  all I see are blue eyes,  pouty lips and his sexy nose

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I shake my head,  all I see are blue eyes,  pouty lips and his sexy nose. He releases me and takes a step back

“look up baby!”

I can't drag my eyes from his face but he reaches out a finger and tilts my chin upwards.

I hold my breath and I'm lost for words as I turn slowly in a circle recognising the one place I'd wanted to visit since Vi and I had arrived, I'm crying again as I fall head over heels in love with the coliseum of Rome, I'd laughingly told Marshall years ago I wanted him to bring me here for pizza and a milkshake and here we were.

On a platform over the exposed catacombs under our feet is set a table and chairs with twinkly lights wrapped around the platform and lit candles of various colours and sizes litter the table. 

The hustle and bustle of the busy city outside the Coliseum walls a stark contrast to the two of us talking quietly inside.
Marshall reaches out for my hand and I gladly place it in his

“your pizza and milkshake awaits my lady!”

he bows as he says that and leads me forward onto the little viewing platform, I can't stop smiling

“Vi knew about this?”

I ask him

“yeah, had to have someone make sure you got here!”

I remember her letter from him, it must have been about this. 

We clink our glasses together as Marshall exclaims

“Life is beautiful Annie!”

and I couldn't agree more.

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