Craving uncle Leonard

London to be anything except unremarkable. Her parents had a rare work chance to initi

place was an enormous estate in the Cotswolds, away from London where all the noise was. His house was a tasteful fusion of traditiona

fields, climbing trees & laying out in the glow of the countryside. But n

hat she wouldn't like to leave behind. A salt and pepper hair, present to everyone a distinctly nob

was the definition everyth

ng of him as a man, hers. Older of course, more experienc

not have any pure em

eenager signaling the first of what was (as yet unspoken and acknowledg

eep those feelings hidden. After all, Leonard had never shown any s

were diff

in his embrace. She had watched him from the shadows, her heart aching with a yearning she could never express. In her drea

ually attractive. But he was also her dad's best buddy, a man she'd grown up with before she even understood what that

er any indication that he regarded her as anything other than his friend's daughter. In his eyes, she was still the little girl who used to climb

hat was

onstricted so much because of an emotion that was nothing more but a taboo. They were not those of him - the strong, warm arms that wrappe

d's care for the next..undefined time, her parent's can be unpredictable as that. With her parents occasionally leaving, she has learned t

eamt of, dreaded, and now,

ia sat in the living room, waiting. Leonard had insisted on picking her up himself, his deep voice fi

ould be a little simpler than hauling you all the way across and around the world with them," he said, his f

ts of possibilities. Fvck!, she was here...in his home; where the remnants of

spoke over anything and nothing - what she most recently read, his last business trip, the world. But all

stood and set his hand on he

he murmured gently, holding her gaze a fracti

o Emilia. and things even out between Emilia and L

business entrepreneurial who had many businesses to run

spent evenings in his study.where he would get her a glass of

icated, the more she could feel the desire coming from the deep inside of her. She first began to pay attention to his looks, how his eyes would follow

swim in the estate's, little lake. Leonard took a moment but seeing her standing there in he

without saying anything to each other, the air was charged. As they splashed around, when they we

awn heartbeat every time Leonard got near, his

ing. They were almost embracing catching sight of each other chest to chest; water splashing around them, and neither of them dared breathe for what felt like a lifetime, Emilia could even feel the beating of his heart against her. She loo

th and throat. Emilia agreed, and was barely abl

s she replayed the scene at the lake in her mind and tried to analyze just what could hav

could, linger a little longer than necessary when he helped her out from the c

limpse of hatred in his calm, regular face a

ng thin ice, however; she could not help herself. This was her opportunity, probably her last opportunity to get

nd they both could not escape it. In spite of this, they got back to the facade of a normal routine,

ng– the winds b