‘What have we got here!’ I said, delighted my backstage diva-demands had finally been fulfilled.
‘Your favourite,’ he said, with a smile. ‘We aren’t at the retreat anymore. We’re allowed a drink and chocolate. And look at this.’ Henrik pressed a button, and a pane of smoky glass dissipated to reveal a heated patio area with a smoking-hot jacuzzi.
‘We can spa under the stars.’
‘We can do whatever we like,’ Henrik said, checking his watch. ‘We’ve got a couple of hours before they serve dinner. Shall I bring the bags in, and we can have some drinks by the fire?’
‘Gin and tonic?’
Henrik nodded, leaning down to kiss my cheek. He had such a warm, gentle way about him. ‘I’ve also got us a nice bottle of French red.’
I was in heaven. Locked away in a toasty, cosy Rubik’s cube, as close to nature as it was possible to be, with a mesmerising view and my favourite Norwegian for company. Ironically, this was exactly how I’d imagined Firefly to be when I’d booked. It was a roundabout way of getting things done, but I’d got here in the end. I swizzled us up a couple of G&Ts and turned the fire up a notch, glad to get my boots off and sink my feet into the rug. Our first tiny home together. The sofa was feathery and soft, cuddling me in, and it felt good to curl my legs up and relax.
Henrik carried the suitcases in like they were cartons of milk – no sign of the struggle I’d had wrestling mine on and off the plane.
‘Cheers,’ I said, handing him his drink.
‘Skål,’ Henrik nodded, looking into my eyes as he took a sip. ‘I’ve missed you, you know? Firefly isn’t the same without you.’
‘Oh realllly? How so? No one shouting across the room at silent lunchtime? No one moaning about the cold and then the hot? And then the cold again.’
Henrik laughed. ‘The customer is always right. No, I’ve missed seeing your face.’ He reached out and stroked my cheek, his touch making me tingle.
‘I’ve missed you too.’ I couldn’t resist getting closer, until our noses were almost touching. Teasing each other with what was about to happen. He brushed my hair back then held my face in his hands, kissing me as if he never wanted to stop. My hands were in his hair as I climbed into his lap, feeling him go hard against me as our bodies pressed together.
‘Thank you for arranging this. You’re so thoughtful – I didn’t think I’d get you all to myself for a night, so this is a real treat.’
‘We both get to have each other,’ he breathed, his hands sliding under my jumper and making me shiver for all the right reasons. ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’
‘I’m the same,’ I said, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest. I couldn’t keep my hands off his body. His back, his shoulders, his arms – I wanted to touch all of him all at once. I threw my jumper off in the direction of the bed, revealing my Norwegian flag bra. Tight and pushed up, my tits spilling over the edge and looking fantastic.
‘Oh, Sara,’ he moaned, burying his face in them.
‘I’ve got the matching G-string, too,’ I teased. ‘Wanna see it?’
He nodded, eyes shining and I stood up and led him over to the bed, pushing him back to enjoy the show as I peeled off the rest of my clothes.
‘Do you like it?’
‘Yes,’ he said urgently, switching our positions to lie me down while he stripped. ‘I like it very much.’
I lay back on the pillows gazing up at the stars, and a whoosh appeared in the dark. ‘Oh wow! A shooting star,’ I said, pointing up at it. ‘Oh… hang on, it can’t be… the line is still there.’
Henrik looked up as the smoke broke open and emptied a green haze into the sky. ‘It’s the lights,’ he said. ‘Aurora is with us again. You are lucky to see them so many times.’
The luminous green shimmered and curled, getting brighter as it spread across the sky.
‘I thought I needed an app to see the green?’
‘Not every time. Just that time.’
Henrik slid under the covers and pulled me into him, the two of us tangled up together, kissing.
‘Why don’t you enjoy the light show, and I’ll take a closer look at this G-string,’ he said, breathless, kissing my neck, then the insides of my arms and nibbling along the edge of my bra. The sky was exploding with light above us, and I tried desperately to keep my eyes open as Henrik went lower, untying the G-string laces on each hip, and using his fingers and then his tongue to make me shake with pleasure, over and over and over again.
