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The Road To Highgrove

Really, don´t take this too serious…:D:D:D

Boisterously laughing Camilla stormed cross the dance floor, smartly evaded the dancing pairs around her and stretched her hands out to her husband. “Dance pooper! Dance pooper!,” she cheekily giggled, her eyes filled with mischief.

Boyish grinning Charles stared at her, with a glass of water in his hand. He had forgotten the guy next to him who had engaged him into a conversation about landlords of the last centuries. He was captured by the sight of his wife,

Her dress flattered round her perfect legs, showing him her knees and a very little part of her sexy thighs, the slightly messy hair waved while she arched her head back in fits of giggles, the happy face was blushed from dancing and the sparkle in her beaming eyes just belonged to him.

She grabbed his hands and laughing pushed him back on the dancefloor, calling some apologetics to the guy who was interrupted by the scene in full flow of words. “Come, darling, come…!,” she seductive chuckled to Charles with a certain look. Her husband followed her almost in trance, but he laughed as well, free out of his heart. He didn´t need to hold back anything, they were in private, on a party of an old friend. Nothing what happens hear would leak out, their wide circle of friends was a sworn community.

He just loved if she behaved like this. Somehow she always will be his bubbly girlfriend who is able to brighten him up within seconds, make him laugh till he cries about silly things, to bring joy, sunshine and most of all sense into his life. And…who still is able to set his body on fire, in the blink of an eye if she wants. It didn´t matter that her skin was wrinkled now and that she dyed her grey hair, her body was still the most attractive and sexiest to him. It still happened if he sat at his desk and let his mind wander to get a clear thought again, that he suddenly had to fight against an erection by thinking of their last shared night or her body naked in front of him.

Loud singing along an obvious tiddly pair danced quick and wild cross the floor and accidentally crashed into Camilla. Squealing she tried to hold the balance and hold more onto her husband. Charles stumbled and the sip of water in his glass burst out, down on his trousers. Right in the middle.

The both of them watched with wide eyes the spreading water spot on his crutch. Charles desperately moaned: “Oh no….”, looked at his wife and with one voice they started to laugh again. But on the other hand it was a very good reason to dance as close as possible until the spot had dried. If this would still be important then…

Charles put down his empty glass on the next table, grinning squared his shoulders and grabbed his wife with a roguish laugh. In tango steps he moved her back on the dancefloor, yet the music wasn´t a tango but played in a quick disco fox rhythm.

Camilla squealed in his arms, they didn´t care about the people around. They didn´t even notice that they were there, despite they both were the talk of the evening. Like a young couple in love they had captured the dancefloor since the start of the party and Charles had just took a short break of two dances, watching one of his old friends with eagle-eyes who had grabbed Camilla immediately to swirl her around in quickstep moves.

For his liking the guy had put his arm way too tight around Camilla´s waist, his luck was only that Camilla´s eyes hung on her husband all the time, giving him winks and bright smiles. His old friend had loved to dance the night away with her, Charles was sure, but Camilla more or less determined freed out of his arm and almost jumped back to her husband. Half she had laughed about his jealousness, half about the joy to share a private night out with him finally again.

Zippy he turned her from the left to the right, stretched up her arm and bent her back, ignoring her squeaks to take care of her bones, put his knee between her legs and seductive pushed her around. With hot lover´s eyes, but full of mischief, he watched her straight all the time and Camilla couldn´t hold it. Will-less she hung in his arms and almost died in giggles.

She was very exhausted meanwhile as they had danced most of the evening in a quick rhythm, but after the tango the DJ breathed in his micro: “The next song is for all the lover´s in here.” From the right and the left supressed giggles sounded, but Charles just purred with happy eyes: “This is perfect!”

Camilla flung her arms around his chest, pressed strongly against him and looked up. First she said nothing and then, very serious: “Darling, your trousers are wet.” Charles burst out in roars immediately and boyish grinning answered: “Reaaalllly?!” Whispering something that wasn´t meant for other ears she gave him a mischievous wink and conspired grinning they snuggled up to each other.

Charles buried his face into her hair and deeply breathed in her smell. His hands slowly wandered up and down her waist and her back, exploring her curves while dancing to the old love song. He felt Camilla´s hands doing the same with him, her warm touches left traces of prickle on his skin. The last week was very busy for them, with engagements, meetings, speeches and receptions. They barely had time for each other, most of the days he “met” her already sleeping in their marital bed, just giving her a soft good-night kiss and holding her hand to fall asleep. There was no real kiss, no cuddling, no sex. And now, having an evening off, spending their time together, it hit them like a hammer how much they had missed each other.

Kissing his chest through the textile of his shirt Camilla enjoyed his nearness very much. Feeling his strong body against hers, under her lips and hands, smelling his manly flavour and his hands on her so very intimate, she wished they could beam over to Highgrove immediately, into their bedroom. It almost overrun her suddenly, her lust to feel him naked, to feel his hands and lips on her bare skin, to feel him inside her. To see his cloudy eyes when he climbed up to his highest point and to listen to his deep groans during all the things they would do to each other.

Obviously her husband had the same thoughts, as his hands had grabbed both her bottom cheeks and squeezed her lightly. His lips wandered down her temple to her cheek, his breathe had fastened and echoed in her ear, but he still imbibed her wonderful smell. He had danced them into a corner of the room, luckily the DJ had dimmed the light so nobody could really follow their moves.

Charles had stopped, holding each other very tight they just stared into their eyes now. They both knew what they wanted just right now, and they knew it wasn´t really the right place. But their lips neared anyway and both deeply exhaled as they met. As their tips of the tongue touched the love song had ended abruptly and the DJ directly switched on the flashy coloured light again.

Not even half a second later someone boxed Charles shoulder and called while dancing along: “Hello, love birds!” Obviously the drunken pair that already met before, but their loud giggles paid attention to the “love birds” again. Sighing Charles grabbed his wife and swirled her back to the dance floor.

They didn´t need further words to know how much they longed for one another. But, it was written in the stars when they´d have the next opportunity to have a party like this. They always had enjoyed to dance the night through, together, to clear their minds from the daily business, surrounded by friends who were, of course, curios but not gossipy. Maybe one or two hours more would be great fun, and the night was still long…

The DJ turned up the sound and the fast rhythm again. Kidding around they made silly dance moves, intentionally wrong steps and couldn´t stop giggling. And Charles took care that nobody else would grab his wife for a dance again, tonight it was their night, but Camilla as well grabbed her husband very tightly if a lady tried to near him with asking eyes.

They snuggled against each other as the next love song came up, shared hidden kisses in their embrace and adoring glances, which revealed that none of them had forgotten the heat that was switched on inside.

Charles´ hands seemed to be everywhere on her as they danced a quick Samba. On her curvy waist as she turned around and around, on her bottom as she stepped back and forth and fleeting on her breasts as she made a twist in his arms. His eyes glued on her, and the breath run out of his slightly open mouth not only because of the quick steps.

And she wanted him so much now, it almost ached as his hands parted from her as the song ended. But Charles´ laid his arm around her shoulder, kissed her cheek and out of breath whispered: “Something to drink?” In his eyes laid the question: “And something more?” Camilla just nodded, yes and yes.

He ordered a huge glass of water at the bar in the party room and he didn´t mind the curios hidden glances as he tenderly stroke a wisp of hair from Camilla´s forehead, leaving her with closed eyes and a visible shiver down her spine. He still hold her in his arms and felt that she pressed a little tighter against him.

Charles won the battle for the glass of water first, hastily gulping down the half while withstanding the teasing hits of his wife. And he couldn´t resist to finally kiss her wet and inviting lips very tightly as she had emptied the glass. Camilla surprised squealed under his lips, but as their eyes met words were unnecessary. Hand in hand they rushed out of the room, down the steps and out to their car.

The security had made themselves comfy downstairs but hastily jumped up as their bosses stormed out. Someone called: “Home, Sir?” and Charles just incidentally mumbled. “Yeesss.,” while helping his wife into the Range Rover. He pecked her lips before closing her door and pecked her lips again as he started the engine to drive home. He loves to drive her around in their leisure time and security is allowed only to follow them in an extra car, nobody should disturb them in their togetherness.

Charles gave full speed and didn´t mind if the car behind could follow or not. It was just a short ride to Highgrove, but it would be too long for now…

As he had reached the main street his wife tenderly grabbed his left hand and kissed his palm. “I love you, darling,” she whispered and could spot the adoring glance in his eyes as he quickly turned around and stroke her hair. “I love you too, darling,” her husband whispered back by touching her lips with his thumb. Camilla kissed it again and placed his hand down on her knee, crossing fingers with him.

Charles turned aside again and again to her while driving and smiled to her. With her free hand Camilla caressed his face and felt his lips touching her fingers as well. Almost inaudible she breathed again: “Love you.” Charles hand resting on her knee begun to wander up and down her thigh. And he didn´t stop, his grip became a bit tighter and more determined. How much he loved her trained and still perfect shaped legs! He could spend hours kissing and caressing her there, until he would go further down to the little paradise between them. Just alone by thinking of this Charles´ sharply exhaled.

Through Camilla´s body spread a wave of warmth and pleasure anticipation. Her hand laid still on his, even pressed him down on her thighs a bit more. Charles recognised this very much, and also that she had leaned back in her seat and spread her legs lightly. He turned around to her again and even in the dark he could spot the longing sparkle in her eyes. And he would die if he would take his hands off her now… He had reached her perfect knees again and paused for a millisecond. And then his fingers pushed aside the cloth of her dress.

Very lightly, almost trembling, his very tips of the fingers circled around her knee cap. He knew it sent flashes through her body as she squeezed his hand tightly. And as he dared to go up a very little bit at her thighs she grabbed his wrist strong, while her muscles tightened for a second.

None of them said one word, Charles stared just out of the road, luckily he would find the way to Highrove blindfolded. Otherwise he had problems to concentrate any longer.

His fingers rested a short moment, leaving his wife in impatience with an uneven breath. And she winced as he moved up on her again, his fingertips tickled the inner side of her thighs and fleeting stroked over her nylons. She spread her legs a bit wider again.

Charles had problems to stay in reality and to hold the car in position. But he hardly could stop on the side of the road, what should he say if the security would look after them and he had his hands between the legs of his wife and would already do things to her?! But he also couldn´t stop doing the thing he did just right now, and his wife couldn´t stop as well enjoying it.

His fingers got more up and he breathless discovered that she was wearing hold-up stockings. His eyes wandered to her again, she heavily was pressed into the backrest and stared at him with open lips. She still had squeezed his wrist and her chest sunk up and down quickly. Charles looked back on the road again before his fingers slipped under the hem of the hold-ups.

She let out one single girlish moan and her nails buried into his wrist. With trembling touches he explored the soft skin under her stockings, and his circling and tickling moves did send flashes not only through her body. His trousers got really tight meanwhile too.

Slowly his fingers slipped up again and out of her stocking. He touched her other leg and his nails slightly scratched up and down the inner side as well. She moaned again, quieter now but more longing. And her right hand touched his thigh as well.

Charles accidently floored the accelerator, but demanded himself to concentrate again.

It was hard, as his wife had grabbed the huge bulge in his trousers. She squeezed him and rubbed up and down the cloth in the way he liked it and the way the bulge grew up once more. He had started to breathe jerky and very sharp as his fingers touched her panties.

Camilla arched her back and really couldn´t supress a loud moan as her husband had touched her crutch. He wasn´t surprised that the cloth was already soaked, in fact it drove him almost crazy. How much he wanted her now!

His finger slipped under the textile, Camilla bit her lips and deeply groaned but was drowned out by the aroused yell of her husband. He loved so much to feel her there, with his hands and his lips, his tongue and his dick. Longing his fingertips stroke up and down her wet lips, Camilla´s back pressed deeper into the back rest but her lower body more against the fingers of her husband. And she spread her legs wider once more.

Jerkily moaning in arousal Charles´s back of the index finger caressed her growing clit. Camilla´s hands had pressed into the seat meanwhile to find better hold and she circled her hips in the rhythm of her husband´s caresses. She had closed her eyes and uneven groans escaped her open mouth. As Charles took his thumb to give her more pressure there she hit her head back and just whimpered: “Oh god, darling!” Charles´ trousers almost exploded by listening to her and by feeling her wetness and wonderful body under his fingertips.

But the drive way to Highgrove laid now in front of them and if he wanted or not, Charles had to take off his fingers from his wife to turn the car to the right. He almost never used this words, but now he cursed: “Fuck! Fuck!”

Camilla immediately grabbed his hand again as they had to drive just straight. Her head twisted from the right to the left on the back rest as Charles´ fingers dived under her panties again. He felt relieved to be home again as he otherwise had probably lost control over the car now. They passed the gate way and greeting a good night with flash light the security turned right on the staff´s park space.

With last power Charles drove his car round the house in front of the back door. He didn´t recognise that he turned out the engine, he just looked at his wife with hungry eyes.

Within a wink of an eye Camilla had grabbed his arms and climbed over to him. She couldn´t wait a second longer, and Charles couldn´t either. Somewhere in a corner of their minds they knew they could get caught in the act anytime, but for nothing in this world they would be able to go up in their rooms now. They just had crossed the line.

And now they just let it go. Their hungry lips touched, their tongues met in a hot dance, almost a fight, they smacking sucked their lips and their hands rushed all over their bodies. It was really uncomfortable and for one moment Camilla thanked God for the luxury she lived in. At least the front seats of the expensive car were so wide that she could place her legs on either side of her husband.

Their lower bodies rubbed against each other while kissing and heated them up once more, and made them absolutely impatient now.

It was too small in here to get out of the clothes completely, but Charles already ripped at her dress. Breathless Camilla looked for the zip, she had forgotten where it was, but found it at her back and Charles quickly opened it. He just ripped it down her shoulders and was flashed again by the sight of her stout breasts. It would probably kill him till the last day of his life.

She had packed her treasures into white lace and her hard nipples pressed against the textile, they clearly showed off. Charles´ dick hardened once again, if this was still possible. Under normal circumstances he loved to slowly kiss his way up and down her cleavage before he would open her bra and bit by bit strip it off. But not now. He quickly opened it and tossed it away, it landed somewhere on the back seat.

But he just couldn´t resist to grab her breasts, to knead them in his longing hands and to lick and suck her nipples. And she still had donned her long pearl necklace and it caressed and touched her breasts in a most seductive way. Charles loved to see jewels on her if she was naked, and it gave him the ultimate rest now. Camilla was in another world anyway, she just yelled her cries of lust out.

Almost raging he ripped at his trouser zip and cursed at he couldn´t manage to open it. With shaking hands Camilla tried and under wild moves they pushed down the trousers and boxers until his hard dick flopped out. Huge swollen and dark red it almost touched his stomach.

Camilla lifted up on his lap slightly and Charles breathless fumbled aside the cloth of her panties between her legs. She grabbed his hard penis, let it circle round her clit before she sunk down on him. With a loud groan Charles let loose of her panties and grabbed her waist to give her hold.

She had pressed her lips and watched her husband with squinted eyes. But as she started to move her hips and Charles desperately shoved into her, as much as he could in this position, she uncontrolled moaned again. Girlish and in the rhythm of his moves inside her.

Charles grabbed her tighter and one hand wandered up to her breast. Covetous he kneaded her again and his lips found her nipple to get even more pleasure. Pleasure for her, and for him as well. He almost bit into this wonderful thing between her lips and his wife started to tremble with wide open eyes.

Her hands tried to find hold on his head rest, deep her fingertips had buried into it. Her lower body clashed against his in a fast rhythm, but Charles feared that he would reach his climax first as he almost was over the edge now.

Quickly his hand got between her crutch and slipped under her pantie. His thumb tried to circle around her clit, smaller and tighter the nearer he got her wet pearl. He felt that it worked, Camilla almost stopped breathing and uncontrolled trembled in his arms. And as he gently slipped over her clit and gave her an extra deep shove she stopped breathing for a second, until she broke down in his arms in a heavy orgasm.

And now Charles just cried it all out. He pumped his cream into her, his shaking head bumped first against the head rest until it buried again between her breasts.

They remained silent for a while, wrapped into a tight embrace and just listened to their running breath until they finally calmed down. Charles tenderly kissed all over her cleavage and slowly up her neck to her mouth. Then he leaned back against his head rest and looked into the exhausted face of his wife.

Slowly they started to grin until they burst out into roars of laughter. Charles hands rushed through his hair and he desperately giggled: “Oh my god, tomorrow we can´t move one bit, for sure!” Camilla laughing pecked his lips and rubbed nose with him: “So we should stay in bed all day long, darling!” Charles laughed louder and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her tightly: “Your second best idea for today, after this!”

Still giggling, but trying to get back their composure they quickly got out of the car, rushing up the steps to their rooms and trying not to make a noise in the world.

As they woke up in the late morning the car was driven back into a garage. As Camilla scuffled into the dressing room, her bra that she had forgotten on the back seat, was discreet placed on the side board.

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thecclover-fanfictions · 10 days ago

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Under The Christmas Tree Part One

Doing the dishes Camilla noticed just incidentally her children´s noise coming out of the living room. Tom being five years old and Laura almost two now, meant there were constantly rows between these two. Laura just started to explore the world around her and Tom, in the roughneck-phase like almost every child of his age, found his ideal “victim” in her to play the boss. But Laura had obviously inherited the pighead of her mother and tried to strike back at her brother with all her power.

So Camilla knew it was nothing serious as she called out of the kitchen, as usual: “Tom! Laura! Quiet, please!” With one ear she was with the little ones, with the other ear she listened to some radio music and quietly hummed to the songs.

Usually all of the family would meet in Plumpton, in her parent´s home. But this year Christmas was different. Andrew stayed in Africa, he would get back home in April of next year at the earliest. Mark was elsewhere, he had made a short call, but was hard to understand due to the loud background noise. Probably he was at the end of the world with some beautiful girls.

So to make it easier for Camilla, with her two small children, her parents came to Boleyhyde Manor to celebrate Christmas.

And Camilla hadn´t expected anything else as really happened then: shortly after her arrival her mother started to clean the whole house. Actually it was tidy, but just in Camilla´s eyes. And Bruce´s. But not in Rosalind´s, and despite it was Christmas Eve, she scuffled around with rubber gloves on and the cleaning bucket in entourage.

To Camilla´s relief Bruce had adopted the little one´s immediately. The happy grandfather he was, he didn´t mind to roll over the floor, playing races with Tom´s toy cars, cooking virtual meals in Laura´s toy kitchen or just frolicked around with them. It was the first Christmas for Laura that she really noticed. And she was excited for weeks ahead. She couldn´t stop staring at all the Christmas decoration in the house, she squeaked in excitement if a candle was lightened and couldn´t shut her mouth in astonishment as the huge Christmas tree was placed in the living room with the help of the neighbour.

It was a great joy for the kids to decorate the tree. Camilla had unpacked all the baubles she could find in the attic and helter-skelter the children placed them into the tree. Tom, of course, was much faster with it and as Camilla helped her daughter to slip the small pieces over the prickly limbs, Tom petulant vetoes, that this was unfair to him. But all in all it was great fun and in the end the Christmas tree looked like a bulky monstrosity, as all the baubles were placed in the lower part. Camilla couldn´t stop giggling and just decorated some red ribbons and kitschy lametta in the upper part. Tom and Laura were so proud, for nothing in this world she had changed something. She took a photo with the wide grinning children in front of the tree and would sent a picture to Andrew then.

Despite he had a new girlfriend, the daughter of the Governor in Rhodesia, soon to be Zimbabwe, he wanted to know about all the little steps forward the children made.

Camilla also made photos as the children excited unpacked the first gifts on Christmas Day. Bruce delivered the presents out of the huge socks from the chimneypiece, while Rosalind, kneeling down on the floor, gave Laura a helping hand with unwrapping the paper. Tom didn´t mind, he just ripped off the outer packing and threw it away. So far he was happy with it, he got some new toy cars and a knight´s dress which he immediately put on.

Laura excited hold a baby doll in her hand and it was love at first sight. She wasn´t really interested in the new girl´s gown or the copybooks which Rosalind tried to show to her. Beaming with joy she padded around, the doll snuggled against her chest. Camilla was just happy now, she cuddled her little daughter and kissed her affectionately. She embraced Tom too and stroke through his hair, but he didn´t beam as she had expected it. “Darling, is everything fine with you?”, Camilla asked him worried. Bruce giggled and joked: “Maybe Father Christmas had put a little note in one present, that he wasn´t such a good boy this year!” Laughing he rubbed his hands and patted Tom´s back.

Tom looked down on the floor, slowly started to grimacing and suddenly heavy sobbed. Shocked Bruce got down on his knees as well and tried to embrace him. But Tom just wanted to be with his Mummy now and flung his arms around her neck. Baffled Camilla watched her perplexed parents, she didn´t know what actually was the reason for his deep sorrows. Even Laura watched her brother with wide eyes.

Cradling him in her arms Camilla slowly managed to calm him down. With her thumb she dried his tears and kissed all over his face. “Sweetie, tell it to Mummy! What´s eating you?” Tom still sobbed, but tried to answer: “I…I…wasn´t good!” Camilla frowning looked over to her father, but Bruce just defensive raised up his hands. She bent down to see Tom´s face better: “No, Tom! Grandpa just joked!” Tom distraught shook his head: “I wasn´t good! That´s why Father Christmas didn´t give me the blue crane!” Camilla was confused: “Which blue crane, darling?” He still sobbed: “The one I watched at Hamley´s. In the shopwindow!”

Camilla tried to recall their visit two weeks ago at the big toy store at Regent´s Street in London. But neither Tom had mentioned it there, nor had he talked about it later, and he didn´t write it down on his wishes list. “But, Tommy, why you didn´t say anything to Mummy? We had written it to Father Christmas then!” Tom rubbed the tears out of his eyes and finally looked up again. One last time he sniffled: “But I told it. To Sir!” Rosalind winced shortly and looked over to her husband. Bruce just twinkled to her and patted her shoulder softly.

With an open mouth Camilla just stared at her agitated son. Tom continued: “And Sir had promised to tell it to the Santa! He said, he knows him well!” Camilla gulped. Charles hadn´t mentioned this with one word to her, but actually he never forgot such things. The children were important to him, he loved them both to bits. Camilla carefully tried it: “Tom, maybe Sir had forgotten it. You know, he´s always very busy!” Tom heavily intervened: “No! No! He had promised it to me, really! Sir would NEVER forget it!” Laura started to giggle and blabbed: “Ssssir…Ssssir…” Rosalind winced anew and Camilla just grabbed the little cheeky one to push her down on her lap.

Tom bit his lower lip: “Mummy…I promise to be good now.” Camilla had loved to laugh out loudly, Tom was so very sweet just right now. Still she didn´t understand the thing with Charles and felt a bit sad about her heartbroken son. Lovingly she tousled his hair: “Tom, you are a good boy. Maybe Father Christmas couldn´t manage to do this crane. Or Sir couldn´t reach him?” Tom determined shook his head: “No! Sir can do anything!” Camilla smiling exhaled and her little wonderful prince appeared in front of her eyes.

But now the telephone rung. Either it was Annabel, Camilla quickly mused, to cancel the lunch. But actually she wanted to arrive here in ten minutes with her family. Or maybe it was Charles!! But no…he had called her yesterday night for around an hour and Camilla still smiled, with her mouth as well as her eyes, by thinking of his call. He was in a romantic mood, much more than ever, because of Christmas and told her endless how much he missed her right now and how much he loved her. In the way only Charles was able to sending goose bumps down her spine and not sounding ridiculous. But he just would be able to call her again late at night, the day in Sandringham was exactly timed.

Camilla took the receiver and the telephone exchange was in the line. A call from overseas. It noises, rustled and beeped until Camilla noticed a well-known voice: “…llo…hel..illa?” Camilla hold her breath and couldn´t believe it: “Aaandy?!” Still with heavy noise in the line he was to understand better now: “Milla? Hello? Just wanted to wish a ….py Chris—-.“ Excited Camilla waved her kids nearer: “Tom! Laura! Daddy is here!” She had no idea how he had managed to call here from Africa, but that he did at Christmas now gave her a good feeling. No matter that he had a new flame there, no matter that she was in love with Charles so very much, they still were a family. And they hadn´t seen and heard for months now. “Happy Christmas to you, Andy!” she shouted into the receiver and handed it over to excited Tom. Tom yelled something over his new toys, but Andrew could hardly understand him.

Bruce satisfied leaned against the chimney, he knew at least he could trust Andrew, if it comes to the welfare of the family. But the situation of the marriage between him and Camilla…Bruce couldn´t deny that he worried his brain. An open relationship…that was not his idea of a happy life.

Rosalind looked rapturous at the small family assembling around the receiver. Her greatest fear was that the marriage between Andrew and Camilla could break down. And so she put every little sign of affection between these two on a higher level as it actually was.

Now Tom pressed the receiver into the little hand of his sister: “Here, it´s Daddy!” Laura just stared at the thing and didn´t know what to do. So Camilla hold it giggling against her ear: “Come, say hello to Daddy! Hello, Daddy!” Andrew´s calls emerged out: “Laura? .auraaa!” In Laura´s little head it worked hard, her world was still too small. She knew Daddy just as a photo on the sideboard, but it wasn’t real to her. She couldn´t remember him, as it was months ago when he left. And then she knew Grandpa, but Grandpa was here beside her. But…there was…”Ssssiirr?” she happily squeaked. Rosalind put her hands to her mouth, with wide eyes. Camilla hold her breath, but luckily Andrew didn´t understand it. The connection got really worse now, it heavy noised and beeped again. Camilla just screamed: “Good bye, Andy! Thank you! Happy Christmas!”, but the call had disappeared into nowhere.

From outside a bunch of people bumped up the steps and it rang. Camilla, inwardly, exhaled. So she could avoid at least now the gazes of her mother about the call, and maybe a talk with her father. She knew their attitude towards marriage. And actually Camilla was conform to them. But…her life, her love was just so different…

Annabel and her family flopped in and immediately the house was full of children´s noise and sisters/mother chatting. But it went all very traditional. The ladies prepared the meal, a huge turkey with all sorts of ingredients, so the table almost broke down under the weight. The children raged and frolicked around and Bruce and Simon had a “men´s chat” with a small drink in their hands.

It was a happy and lively day, full of laughter, good food, more presents and, of course, children fights. Rosalind and Bruce beamed all over, this was one of the rare moments where they had all their grandchildren around. Annabel and Camilla were relieved that Rosalind had kept an eye on the whole bunch, so they could have their girl´s chat in the kitchen, while doing the dishes.

But their “freedom” didn´t take long. Rosalind´s voice sounded into the kitchen: “Tom! Ben! Stop this!” It still was soft, but begging. Beside this Camilla heard her daughter whimper, sighed and with rolling eyes tossed away her towel. She hadn´t fully entered the living room, as Rosalind suddenly loudly scolded: “Tom, Ben! Noooooo! Nooooooo!” Laura started to cry like a hooter, first quietly and then loud and long-drawn-out. With a bump both of the boys fell down on their bottoms and each of them hold a piece of Laura´s new baby doll in their hands.

Annabel had watched the scene either. Ben and Tom were banned from the family table for tea and had to take place on a small side table, just with a few of dry biscuits. But obviously the boys didn´t mind, they tried to hatch their next plots.

Laura still sobbed in the arms of her Mummy, but the doll was irretrievable broken. Her arms and legs were ripped out. Camilla tried to distract her with other dolls, but none could capture Laura´s heart that much.

After a long, exhausting, but funny day Camilla finally laid on her bed. She had taken a relaxing bath and slowly calmed down from the strain. The children slept almost in a coma, they´d been totally on the edge. Her parents already slept as well, they never were night owls. With crossed arms behind her head she watched the second hand of her alarm clock. Round by round it circled, minute after minute went by. But nothing.

Camilla turned around and fished out a photo of her bedside locker. Leaning back in her pillow she hold the picture with both her hands and rapturous stared at her little prince. How much she would love to be with him at Christmas! But he had to stay with his family, it was just a tradition. Just one time he had dared to steal away, on Boxing Day in 1971. Out of the blue he had knocked at the backdoor of The Laines, late in the afternoon, and it was her most precious present. Christmas was always a happy occasion for her, but to have Charles in her arms was priceless. Camilla chuckled while recalling her mother´s nervousness, though she had met Charles often during this time, she feared her house wasn´t clean enough or the food not good enough for him. But Charles hadn´t mind to eat just old and dry biscuits or even nothing. He couldn´t remember a more wonderful Christmas until then and after. He was with his girlfriend, she meant the world to him. What could have been better?

Pressed his photo against her heart Camilla stared at the phone. Usually he´d already called her…She had the number of Sandringham, she could try to call him. After a millisecond Camilla buried this idea. Maybe in an emergency she would dare to dial the number…

It rung and Camilla ripped away the receiver. “Hello?” she breathless asked. At the other end of the line it rapturous smiled: “Darling? A Happy Christmas!” With closed eyes Camilla kissed the mouthpiece: “A Happy Christmas for you, too!…Did you have a happy Christmas Day, darling?” Quick like a shot he answered: “No!” Camilla sighed and asked for the problems. But, of course, she knew the situation. Charles leaned back, down on his bed as well. “Aahh…anyway. I´m almost sure, tomorrow will be better.” Camilla frowned: “Why? What should change?” “The circumstances.” Camilla laughed heartily and Charles stomach crossed a bunch of butterflies. Within just seconds she was able to lift his spirits, even if he just phoned her. Camilla snuggled into her pillow: “The circumstances? You mean, your father is suddenly wax in your hands? Or Margaret will stop drinking?” Charles giggled: “Well, we´ll see. I´m looking forward to tomorrow. So, Sweetie, what you´ve done today? Did your home survive the party?” Now both could laugh and Camilla told him a bit from her day. Charles imbibed everything, he had loved so much to join them all today. He always had felt welcome and relaxed in her family. But he just overheard that Andrew had called this morning. Camilla chuckled as he just answered: “Hhmmm…”

But suddenly something came to her mind. Carefully she started: “Daarling…? Can you remember something with Tom?” Charles obviously munched a Christmas biscuit and asked with a full mouth: “I can remember a lot with Tom! Why?” “Do you know something about a blue crane?” “Hhmm…He told me of that.” Camilla stroke through her hair: “So, well. He said to me you´d tell it to the Santa?” “Hhmm. Yes. That´s right.” Camilla had to laugh now: “Chaaarles! Could you please explain a bit more?” Charles staid sober: “What should I explain, darling? These are the facts: he watched a crane at Hamley´s, he loved it, he told me about that and I promised to tell it to the Santa! That’s all!” Camilla still giggled: “But why you didn´t tell me?” “Have you turned into the Santa suddenly?”, Charles bit into the next biscuit. Camilla turned around on her bed, she knew now, Charles didn´t forget it. “I love you, darling!”, she whispered to him. She heard him smile: “And you have no idea how much I love you. My little Santa!”

As always they chatted and laughed for a long time on the phone. After thousands of “I love you!” they battled whom of them would hang up first. Counting down then they pressed down the receiver at the same time.

Charles found some sleep very quickly then, with a happy and satisfied smile on his face. But long after switching out her light Camilla still turned from right to left. She was very tired, but she missed Charles even more now. She didn´t know when she would see him again and all what she wanted was to lay in his arms under the Christmas tree, listen to his sweet, whispered words and feeling his love.

He called her quickly in the morning again, full of happy energy he yelled into her ear: “Good morning, daaarling! Have you slept well?” Camilla hadn´t, she found her sleep very late. With tousled hair and squinted eyes she just mumbled into the receiver: “Hhmmm….morning!” Charles giggled: “Oh…still sleepy! I slept wonderful, because I dreamed of you. The whole night!” Camilla rubbed her eyes and started to smile: “Oh, darling, please! Stop this!” Charles brightly grinned, even thtough the phone she could hear it: “No, it´s true. And I´m sure, I will have a wonderful day!” Camilla scratched her head: “Hmmm…because of the circumstances, hmm? You have to tell me then.” “Of course, my darling! Do you have time this evening?” Camilla frowned and rubbed her eyes anew: “Yeah, as always! Just try and ring!” She asked herself what was just up with Charles. Why on earth he was so happy, and why he asked her if she had time? She lived for their daily evening calls…A few kisses and “I love you” later Camilla started her day.

It went much quieter again this day. The children, very exhausted from all the fuss around, played with their new toys. But Laura was still grieving for her doll and asked for it now and then. Bruce tried to distract her with playing shop, on the side he managed to keep Tom busy with his new racing course.

Camilla and her mum tidied all up, did the dishes, warmed through the rest of the turkey meal and later made some tea with biscuits. Rosalind knew that Camilla thought about Charles most of the time. Her eyes had this special glance that she only gave to him. But Rosalind didn´t dare to speak about it. She didn´t know where this would lead to and she knew for sure, it wouldn´t change anything. Rosalind believed in destiny, but until now she had no answer why her daughter and the Prince of Wales had to meet and shared such a deep love since then. She liked Charles really a lot and she had felt from the beginning how relaxed and happy he was with Camilla. And she had noticed how much Camilla adored him from the start. As if they were made for each other…But Camilla´s way had led her to marry Andrew, and Rosalind loved him as well. She was proud to have such a handsome son-in-law and was happy about the lifestyle he could give Camilla. Rosalind was just at a loss with this all…

It already dawned and Camilla stepped out for a cigarette. It was quite cold, overnight it had snowed even more and the children had built a snowman. Smiling she looked at him and lightened her cigarette. Seconds later she heard some steps behind. She didn´t have to turn around to know, it was her father. And she knew, he wanted to talk to her, she could feel it in the kind of his steps. Bruce, still standing behind her, lightened a fag as well. First he remained silent, just smoked. And then he started: “…Milla…?” Camilla still didn´t turn around: “Yes, Pa?” Bruce stepped beside her and laid his arm around her shoulder. He took a pull and eventually turned his head towards her. “Milla, what do you want to do?” Camilla remained silent, looked down on her feet and continued smoking. Then she answered: “What do you mean, Papa?” Bruce looked up in the sky and back to his daughter. Very calm he said: “You know exactly, what I mean. How will this go on here?” Camilla shuffled her feet in the snow. “With Andrew?” Bruce puffed a few times: “Yes, with Andrew. AND…with Charles.” Camilla took a very deep pull and blew out all the smoke. She shrugged shoulders then: “Don´t know. Somehow. We´ll see, if Andy is back.” Bruce tossed away his fag. He felt he couldn´t go on this way. Still calm he answered: “Okay. So let´s try it again. How will it end with Charles for you?” Camilla let fall down her cigarette as well and shortly watched her father. She tried to laugh sarky, but it sounded rather sad. “The end? Charles has to meet a young beauty and to marry her. That´s the end.” Bruce just looked at her. Suddenly something came out of Camilla, in high speed. A bit rough she pushed away the arm of her father, stepped forward and quickly turned around. Louder as she actually wanted she pressed out: “What do you want to hear from me, Papa? That I will let him go? Right now? Pushing out of my life, completely? And live happily ever after with Andrew? Or the other way: I will divorce Andrew, take my children and live with Charles openly? What do you mean should I do?” Bruce buried his hands into his jacket and loudly exhaled. “No, Camilla! Please, try to calm down!” He stepped to her and tapped her upper arm, but Camilla still pushed him away. “What I mean, is: Do you think of the children? You mother is worr…” Camilla started to sniffle and interrupted him: “Aahh…Mummy sent you. I knew it!” Bruce desperately raised up his arms: “Nooo, darling! You know exactly, she did not! But, I…” Camilla interrupted him again: “But what? Pa, do you know what love is? Do you really know? And do you really know how difficult and complicated love can be?” Bruce grabbed her shoulders and looked straight into her teary face: “Yes, I know what love is. But you always have to…” Camilla stamped her foot down: “Oh Papa! I think of my children all the time! I would never do something to hurt or neglect them, you know that! And…Pa…I love Andy. I still do, despite all of his cheap affairs! And, he is bringing us a safe home here, the best the children could get…” She had cooled down a bit, but started to sober now. Willingly she let Bruce embrace her.

Lightly cradling her in his arms Bruce whispered into her ear: “But you love Charles from the deepest ground of your heart. More than anything else. You´ve tried to be just friends, but you can´t. And you would die if you´d leave him. And he would die if he´d leave you. Right?” His daughter sobbed heavier now and pressed her fists against her mouth. He felt her nodding at his shoulder and heard a snivelled: “Yyyeesss!” Camilla straightened up and tried to wipe away her tears, less successful indeed. Bruce lovingly caressed her cheek and listened to her: “I love him more than ever, Papa. And I miss him terrible, just right now and always. I can´t breathe if we not have a phone call at least twice a day. I know, it has to come to an end one day. He HAS to find a bride and then we have to end it…Forever…” She started to sob again and Bruce embraced her tightly. But Camilla continued: “We both know this. And… we try to be cautious.” Now she started to giggle, while further sobbing: “But, everyone is just looking at beautiful girls around him. No one takes his old, wrinkled devoted friend seriously.” Bruce moaned, but he was used to the hopeless exaggerations from his daughter.

He patted her back again. “But to be honest, to me Charles isn´t really looking for a wife. But, who would with a girlfriend like you?” Cheekily he pinched his daughter´s waist and giggling Camilla jumped away. Quickly she threw a snowball to her dad. But then she came back to snuggle against his chest anew: “I know, Pa. He isn´t. But don´t worry, his family does. And…it´s right.” Buried her face into his jacket she mumbled again: “It has to be right…and then Andy and I will cope, you´ll see.” Bruce kissed her hair: “I hope. I hope it so very much. But one thing fears me already.” The last sentence he whispered almost inaudible. But Camilla straightened up again and looked into his eyes: “What is fearing you, Pa?” Bruce shook his head: “Come, forget it” “No? What is it?” Bruce gulped: “To see you heartbroken…if Charles marries…” Camilla hold her breath for one moment, she always tried to push aside this thought. But now the tears just flooded out of her eyes, even before she started to sob again. And then, crying and crying and crying, she leaned in the arms of her father. “Yessss…as heartbroken…as…he…was…when I...got married….” Bruce said nothing anymore.

Lovingly he stroke his daughter`s hair and patted her back now and then. And with squinted eyes he watched the horizon and followed the car lights that slowly neared the property. Now and then the lights stopped, obviously the driver looked for the way. Poor people, Bruce thought, to lose the way in the snow on Boxing Day. And slowly but surely the car took the way to Boleyhyde Manor. Bruce was entirely sure as the car turned into the drive way.

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