1. The Last flight. Chapter23


    Date: 8/8/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    could see that he, at least, saw this as a possibility. We sat and chatted for a while, about the following day and my journey home and, eventually, Doctor Harlow stood up. “Well,” he said, covering his mouth as he yawned, “I had better get off. I will see you bright and early tomorrow.” “You are coming to the airport?” I asked, hoping for an affirmative reply. “Sure, why not?” He smiled then as to he was coming just to see me off but, inside, I knew he was concerned for me. After he left we all said goodnight and departed for our own beds and, as I headed towards mine, Pascale seemed to hang back a little, plumping up the cushions on the sofa and armchairs. Françoise and Dominique both headed up the stairs and, as I went to step into the hallway towards my own room, Pascale spoke: “Karen...” I stopped and turned to face her. She seemed to hesitate, as if unsure of what to say next. I waited patiently. “Karen, I...” She hung her head as though she were embarrassed our afraid to ask something. I smiled but didn't speak, allowing her time to compose herself. “May I ask a favour?” she said finally. “Of course you can, anything,” I replied. “May I sleep in your room tonight? I promise I won't be a nuisance, just to sleep, please...?” I looked at her faced etched with anxiety and glowing as red as her wonderful hair. “Oh, Pascale, of course you can.” I stepped towards her and put my arms around her, holding her tightly. She had returned to sleeping in her own room some weeks ...
    previously, when I had begun to sleep better, so that I would not become reliant on having someone there. As this was my last night I couldn't refuse her and, to be honest, I wanted her company. She followed me from the room, switching off the light and closing the door behind us. As it clicked shut I wondered when I would next pass through it. Pascale went into the kitchen to change into her night clothes. I didn't stop her. I knew she wanted to be certain not to pressure me into anything I was not comfortable with. A few minutes later, a gentle tap on the door. “Come in, Sweetheart, I'm decent,” I called just loudly enough for her to hear. The door opened and, to my surprise, Françoise entered. She closed the door behind her. “I just wanted to speak to you before tomorrow. I may not get the chance otherwise,” she said, sitting on the chair by the bed. “Oh, erm, yes, okay,” I replied , glancing at the door. “Don't worry,” she replied, seeing my glance. “I saw Pascale. She will wait a few minutes.” “She wanted to stay with me tonight,” I said and instantly felt guilty as though I were betraying a confidence. “On the chair!” I added quickly, hoping not to cause any anxiety. “I know, at least, I gathered she would want to be with you.” She smiled, thoughtfully. "It's alright, Karen, I trust you both, you know that and besides, you are both adults.” “You mean, you wouldn't mind if we...?” Françoise reached out and took my hand. “I know about your feelings, Karen, and I also know ...
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