And just like that, I’ve done in another scene and passed twenty thousand words in the novel, and that last took just two and a half weeks. I even took note of word number twenty thousand, because why not? I like doing that stuff.
I wasn’t only writing, however: I was playing around with the new Google Maps, which I didn’t think I was going to like at all, but now that I’m figuring out things I can do with it, it’s a whole lot of fun. It’ll show up in tomorrow’s post more, because I did some checking on landmarks for that scene, and the result are pretty impressive.
But for now, it’s back to Berlin . . .
First off, there’s the matter of Kerry’s room in the hotel, which is at the Crowne Plaza Berlin City Center–and we do mean right in the city center, more or less. You’ll see what I mean when I lay out the maps tomorrow, but they are close to a lot of stuff . . .
Hotel down the street on the left, and on the right, far in the background, the squat, impressive-looking building is actually a Bus/Underground hub. The Foundation thinks of everything when it comes to location. So do I.
So after the Lunch in London, after the French Dream Connection, after the Dinner Embarrassment, after the Early Morning Pick Up, Kerry’s finally back where he wants to be–with Annie. Alone. For what will be, for now, another four months . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry opened his arms as Annie skipped towards him, wrapping them around her as soon as they touched. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before kissing long and passionately. Though he’d been with Annie only a few weeks earlier, and they’d shared a couple of dreams, he felt as if he’d not seen her in the longest time.
When the kiss finally broke he burned his face in here chestnut hair. “Hi, Sweetie.”
“Hello, my love.” Annie kissed him on the cheek. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“As much as I am you.” He kissed her cheek back. “I’m surprised you could get in here.”
“Oh—” She flashed a broad grin. “The hotel was more than accommodating.” She stepped back and pulled him along. “Come see.” She led him through the now open double doors to the room beyond.
The bedroom was nearly the same dimensions as the living suite behind them. There was a table and chairs next to the window on their right, a king-sized bed against the wall in front of them, a couple of chest of drawers across from the foot of the bed and against the wall on their left, next to the entrance to the master bathroom. Atop the chest of drawers across from the foot of the bed was a small television: it was currently turned it to a music channel that Annie muted the moment she heard Kerry entering the other room.
He looked around and gasped in a small, quiet voice. “Wow. This is better than the room we had in—that other place.” He remembered what Helena said about The Foundation using listening spells at some hotels, and didn’t want anyone who could be listening in knowing he’d spoken about something of which he wasn’t supposed to speak.
“Yes, it is.” Annie hung on to his left arm. “It’s a deluxe suite: one of the Crowne’s best.”
As I pointed out yesterday, since they’re returning students there’s no need for The Foundation to go through all the subterfuge they went through for the “You Know Nothing” A Levels who didn’t know the real story. No more screwing around: you know the people who pay for your education can pay for a lot more, and they’re doing just that.
Of course, Kerry needs a little more information . . .
“Leave it to The Foundation to spring for some good rooms.” He turned to Annie. “Is your room like this?”
“Oh, yes.” She nodded slowly. “You could say it’s identical.”
Kerry was about to ask for her room number when he saw the quizzical look on Annie’s face, and as he watched her brows slowly arched upward did her finally understand. “Oh. This is your room, too.”
Annie’s eyes rolled up in her head as she laughed. “Vie ste tolkova nevezhi.” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Of course it’s my room. Tova e neshto dobro az te obicham.”
Kerry was aware that “obicham” was the Bulgarian word for love, and since he’d heard Annie say “Obicham te” many times before, he was aware she was telling him that whatever she’d said the first time, it didn’t matter, because she loved him. He went up on his toe and kissed her forehead. “I az te obicham.”
And here we are again, with out kids sharing digs. I’ll get to the Who and What part in a second, but first, there’s Annie spouting off some more Bulgarian. I use one of the online translators to get my sentences, and eventually I’ll find someone who knows Bulgarian to give me exact translations. But a quick overview of the above–
“Nevezhi” is clueless, which we all know Kerry to be. “Obicham”–as Kerry also pointed out–is one of the words for love. “Obicham te” is “I love you,” and what Kerry says in return is “I love you, too.” An interesting thing is that “He obicham” mean “I dislike/hate you,” which kinda makes it the Good/Ungood of the Bulgarian world. I keep track of all this through my scene notes:
Which also keep track of hotels and what words hit a milestone. I’m strange that way.
But the question remains: who put this together. Annie has it figured out . . .
She hugged him tightly before letting him go. “Your accent is coming along.”
“I’ve been working on getting it right.” He examined the bedroom before turning back to Annie. “Who put us together like this?”
“I believe . . .” Annie went over and sat on the end of the bed. “Ms. Rutherford book this room.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because there was a message waiting at the front desk when I checked in with Mama.”
Hearing Annie speak those last few words peeked Kerry’s interest. “She didn’t read it, did she?”
“No. Papa and she brought me to the airport, and Papa went on to work while Mama came with me to the hotel.” She grinned up at the still standing Kerry. “Did you come in a Mercedes?”
“Yeah.” It was his first time riding in one, so he made sure to examine it closely. “It was an E-Class.”
“They’re nice: Papa’s driven them on a few occasions.” Annie returned to the previous conversation. “Mama went back to the airport as soon as I was checked in; I read the message as soon as I got to the room. It said you’d check in about an hour after I arrived, and that I should leave—” Annie glanced down at the floor for a moment, and when she looked back at Kerry, a sly grin was faintly visible upon her face. “—a suitably ambiguous message telling you where I was.” She shrugged. “So I did.”
Now we know Papa drives Mercedes at times, and what sort of cars they took from the airport to the hotel in Berlin. Again, The Foundation is being nice to their returning students, and it shows. Though they probably didn’t have anything to do with booking to twelve year old kids in the same room, but what the hell?
So with that information out of the way, my kids can get down to what they’ve been waiting to do for a long time . . .
“And it was good.” Kerry sat to Annie’s right, as he always did. Now that the excitement of their reuniting was over, he could relax and enjoy being close to his soul mate once more. It’s not like when we were in London. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her right ear, bringing her small gold hoop earrings into the light. He ran his finger over her ear ridge, eliciting a giggle as she tilted her head towards him. “Does that tickle?”
“Yes, it does.” She pressing her head against her shoulder, trapping his fingers between. “We have almost all day today, all day tomorrow, and most of the day Wednesday.” She slid towards Kerry until their thighs and hips were touching. She took his hand and massaged it between hers. “You should unpack, and then we can work on what we’re going to do the next few days.” Annie nuzzled their combined hands. “You have your computer in your backpack?”
“In the next room.” Kerry’s heart softened being close to Annie once more. He’d felt this way for the first five minutes they were together in Russel Square, and that feeling of closeness, of togetherness, of love . . . of excitement: it was back. He was with Annie once again. “I wouldn’t ever leave it at home.”
“I didn’t think you would. And I know you can put it to good use here.” Annie turned slowly so she was facing him. “Just like you did in London.”
He didn’t attempt to pull his hand free from Annie’s grip. “You know your way around Berlin?”
“Not like I know other cities.” She leaned closer to her love. “Wait until next year when we’re in Paris . . .” Annie pulled her right leg under her, making herself a little taller. “I know that city so well . . .”
She pressed herself against Kerry, pushing him backwards. She fell next to him but kept herself propped up on her elbows. She gently lay a kiss upon his lips, holding it for five, ten, fifteen seconds before she stopped. “Seven week since the last time we kissed like that.”
“Yes, it has been that long.” Kerry wrapped his left arm around Annie and let his fingers glide over her back. “But it’s over.”
“Though you know what?”
Annie slowly settled next to Kerry, snuggling against him while laying here left arm across his chest. “The days passed a great deal slower than I expected.”
Annie’s gettin’ her moves on! Well, she is the more aggressive of the pair, though Kerry is starting to come along. Knowing Mr. I Analyze Everything, it’s pretty much even money that he knows if he tries a similar move like Annie just pulled, things might happen, and he has enough embarrassment in his life without that happening.
Just give him time, though. They’ll be more then enough opportunities to blush for his girlfriend.