“Can I take you home?” was the question she did not expect from him tonight. Usually, she would decline but their date went rather longer than expected and time seem to be the last thing when someone was enamored and head-over-heels for a person. Estela agreed to his invitation to drop her off since he sounded rather worried the last time they parted ways for a date.
The drive home was long and tense, they spoke to one another about to catch up on things since they last met. He said that he was a tailor, so he had a handful of difficult clientele and had to work arduously on their fittings. Eggsy also mentioned to her that he’d be happy to offer her up on a bespoke suit if she wanted to. She said that she would be glad to have one but she doesn’t have the means and money to pay for one; he replied that he’ll find a way to make her have her dream suit.
When they arrived at the row of mews, one of which she calls home, Eggsy walked with her towards her house. Estela looked to the young man beside her once in a while thinking that she would kiss him tonight. She’ll be the one to offer up the kiss. She’ll die trying.
Estela opened her mouth but words didn’t seem to come out when she was near her door. She wanted to thank him but words jumbled when she noticed that Eggsy was inches from her. Her back was against the frame and his body was over her’s. She took in his scent that she didn’t seem to notice earlier; the cologne that had sandalwood and pepper tones complimented him much. Her eyes then darted to his long lashes and his blue-green eyes that reflected her visage. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt that she could stop breathing at any given moment. Blood rushed up to her cheeks and she wanted to thank him for his generosity and kindness but words were still stuck in her little throat!
Just thank him. She thought.
The next instance she did not expect but in the short time she got to know Eggsy Unwin, she fully knew he was more daring than her. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the door and his lips clasped over hers. Estela let out a soft mewl and felt his heat mingle with hers as she closed her eyes. She just stood there in awe of everything that just happened. His lips gently rubbed against hers and his hands slowly wrap around her waist.
She slowly started to reply to his kisses because she wanted to let him take her, to make her melt in his arms. He was warm and gentle but she could see sparks in her head. She felt like flying but thank God for gravity because she did not want to part from him.
She looked back to her first few kisses but they were mostly wet and sloppy, and were nothing like this.
Estela wanted air but Eggsy seemed to know what to do, he parted his mouth letting the tip of his tongue to tease her lips briefly. She moaned softly at the contact and an overwhelming heat rushed to her body. She wanted him, she wanted him badly. He angled his neck to gain access to her mouth; his tongue, God, his tongue worked wonders inside her mouth and she shivered in delight at the sensation. She tingled in delight as she felt his hand cup her cheek and sent goose flesh down her neck when Eggsy started brushing his thumb against the apple of her cheek. Estela wanted to reciprocate and she began to tease him with her own lips and teeth, nipping lightly on his lower lip. For the first time, she heard him moan and she let her tongue explore his mouth on her own but every now and then she’d feel his tongue touch hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as they continued to kiss. They synchronized the friction of their bodies as they moved their lips both of them moaning and mewling in pleasure. She felt like she was burning from the heat of the moment and the wetness between her thighs took her somewhere else, oh how she wondered if he felt the same. The electricity between their bodies, lips, and tongues was a religious experience, at least to her.
He pulled away briefly to give them a moment to breathe and she replied with a groan as a protest. Estela just inched forward to kiss him gently and he seemed to reply in the same way. Eggsy traced the back of her neck with his palm before gathering her locks into a gentle grip before letting his fingers run through her hair. She did not want this night and moment to end just yet but he slowly pulled away from her and Estela slowly opened her eyes to adjust her vision from the inky darkness. She swore that she saw stars but after all she saw was his face with a beaming grin.
“Good night, Princess.” He bid to her then inched forward to kiss her cheek and lip. Words were still stuck on her throat because her world couldn’t stop spinning from the moment they both shared. Estela watched him walk towards his car and enter the driver’s seat. He waved and she waved back to him; she just stood there, watching him drive away.
Eggsy stared at the sheet of paper that sat on his desk; under his breath he was muttering words of what to say but doesn’t necessarily came out in writing.
My Love, he wrote in his somewhat messy script.
No. That sounded stupid. He thought as he crumpled the piece of paper into a ball.
Another piece of paper taunted him of what he’ll write to her. He chewed his bottom lip of what to write rather than the sentimental and gushy bullshit that ran inside his mind. Eggsy wanted to tell his beloved things and he often looked at the letters she had sent to him. Her letters were written in cute, pastel colored stationary with flowers, bears, or rabbits that had thoughtful stories and how her weeks went on neatly written in blue, glittered ink. He wanted to do the same to her but he had no cute stationary only the pad with his name written on top, he had no stories to tell much and the interesting ones he couldn’t write to her about because of confidentiality from his line of work, and he only wrote them so plainly in black ink.
Eggsy wanted to tell how much he missed her everything but that was so out of character of him and she might not even believe he was the one who wrote it. Honestly, he wasn’t good in writing poetically, he was smart, he knew what to say but to her he was always stumped.
His mother always joked that he was so in love with her.
And maybe he was.
He then twirled the pen on his hand and stared blankly on the paper still at a loss for words. The care package he made was ready with the thing she missed from home: Walker’s Worcestershire sauce flavored crisps, a Paddington Bear plush from Harrods’s, and a little something he wanted to add as a surprise: a simple diamond necklace that he saw that would fit her.
It was something different whenever he’s away for his “trips” and she’s back in London waiting for him. Now that she was away for six months because she wanted to study abroad in South Korea, things were a bit different. He was rather restless and lonesome, they would have conversations often but he missed her presence, her touch. She always assured though that it’ll be not long and she’d be back home soon. As much as he wanted to take the private jet to fly there to visit her, Arthur would disapprove and would garrote him if he sneaks with it. Sooner or later he’d have to put a leave of absence and decided to surprise her there, he has the means and money now thanks to his job.
The paper still taunted him but he wrote that sentimental bullshit that swam in his throat, thoughts, and stomach. He gushed about how he misses her and told her that Daisy grew a few inches taller. He wrote about how he tried to replicate the roast she made but ultimately failed on doing so. He wrote about what he’d do to her if he sees her again. He wished her luck and all the best but he wrote on and on about how he loved her so that he couldn’t wait until she comes back.
He sent the package and brought himself tickets to go to where she was staying. He timed his trip a week after the package was delivered and called her immediately from the hotel he stayed in.
“Did you get the package, Estela?” He asked shakily on the phone.
“I did.” She replied. “Oh, Eggsy. I love it.”
“Did you read the letter?
“Yup. Kinda blushed on what you said on what you’ll do to me…”
He laughed heartily and pursed his lips at the thought, “…It’s true though.”
There was a brief moment of silence and he froze at the moment she said, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” He replied. “Listen. I uh… am kinda lost…here in Seoul, so could you help me get around? Please?”
