The Professors Memory

Chapter 16

They grinned at each other for a few seconds, knowing that time was limited Phabel dropped his bag and pulled her into his arms.

'I don't expect anything, we can sit on the lounge and nothing more.'

'I know but I want for you to have the same memories as I do.'

'It can not be forced, I have tried. They will come to me when the stone dictates and not a moment sooner.'

Phabel could see the look of rejection on her face again, he didn't want it to sound like he was rejecting her, just that the memories couldn't be forced. He took her hand and led her to the bed, laying beside her.

'Stop me if it becomes too much, ok?'

She nodded as he pulled her onto his lap, sitting up to her. His fingers found a path to the skin of her waist as they kissed, her arms draped over his shoulders. Phabel worked his way up the buttons of her shirt, slowly pulling the sides apart. When he was done with the buttons, he slid his hands to her back, finding the eyelets of her bra. Olive gasped as his lips dragged over her sternum, much to their disappointment, nothing happened when he reached the stone. He continued onward, hoping that another attempt later on would work. With the bra undone, his hand moved to her stomach, slowly etching higher. Olive could feel her mind working over time, waiting for his touch, desperate to feel his soft caress. Her heart was beating frantically, Phabel could hear it thumping through his mind as her heart pumped the blood around her body. He ached to taste her sweet blood but knew that this was not the time for it. His fingers reached the curve of her breast, slowly moulding around the underside. A frantic knock at the main door roused them from their moment.

'Your highness.' a woman's voice quietly called out 'Your father is here.'

Phabel sighed, hearing Elena's voice in quite a state. Lucian had obviously worked out some kind of system with his staff, to warn them while he distracted his parents.

'Thank you Elena, we will be down in a moment.'

He offered Olive a sympathetic smile.

'Tonight aui leabu.'

She nodded and returned the smile, though she felt like throwing a tantrum. Everyone was getting in the way of their love.

'I will leave you to dress in peace.' he shot her a dirty smile 'I fear I would be unable to control myself if you happened to be prancing around in your finery.'

Olive giggled at him.

'What if I didn't want you to control yourself?'

'Maybe later then.'

He gave her a reserved kiss on her cheek, leaving her to change for dinner.

'Miss Matheson?' a woman called out.

Olive looked through the lounge area to see Elena the maid waiting for her.

'Her highness asked me to assist you in readying for dinner.'

'Who?' Olive frowned.

'Uh, Danika.'

'Oh, right. Sorry I'm not used to this.'

Elena nodded and followed her into the bedroom. Olive hadn't much of a chance to look at the entire room but now that she had, she could see there was a dressing table filled with things. As she sat in front of the mirror and Elena started fussing around her, Olive heard the door open and close again. The other maid, Rosa entered and hung a dress in the walk in robe, curtsied and left.

'Why did she do that, are you royalty too?'

'Not me.' Elena laughed 'You and his highness are what our world calls courting. Essentially it means that you are on the road to becoming married. You are only a step away from being royalty too so it means that all below you bow and curtsy. And yes, if you are wondering, I did.' She smiled at her in the mirror. 'Your back was already turned.'