Timeless

                                    

                                          
We are on our way to Switzerland. This trip couldn't possibly get any more romantic. The odd thing is that, I am enjoying this so fucking much that it's difficult to remember that I actually don't do this kind of a thing, have never done it before. Is this what Viv experiences with John all the time? Well, if so, then I admit that I have been missing out on a lot of great stuff. For example, now, Tony is asleep with his head on my shoulder and his mouth open and I am just sitting here doing nothing apart from looking at the clouds and listening to his barely there snores, but I'm feeling... so... content. Happy. It's not like haven't been happy in my life. I'm happy, with my work and my friends and my lovely brothers. But this happy is different. It's comfortable and butterflies in my stomach, heart in my throat; it's utterly predictable yet exhilarating, full of nervous excitement at the same time. Does that even make sense? Tony looks so ridiculous and stupid right now, so fucking vulnerable, that I want to hug him to myself really tight and snog him silly. Ugh, I feel so fluttery. I'm in love. I'm so in love. Oh God, I love him so much! We are in a car and it's going to take us about six hours or a little more to get to Zurich. I can't wait. We are going to spend two days in there. And then we go back home.
 Home? Where, rather, when will I get home? Will it still be 2027 when I do? Or will I be back to 2023? What am I going to realize in these two days? How I'll never have Tony? Or...better not to get my hopes up. I look outside at the scenery. It's difficult to concentrate on anything with all of this wonderful weirdness going on around me. Tony is my husband and it's good. It's not scary or sad. It's unlike anything I'd imagined or guessed about married life. I mean, I know it's only a honeymoon and it's all new. But Tony and I are not new. We must have been quite old, at least four years old in this alternative future. How did we reach to this stage otherwise? I feel like I can be brave enough to take this risk. Maybe I should talk to Tony when I get back to my actual present? He wasn't really that drunk that night and... he did it still, besides, he calls me beautiful and cares about me and makes me smile and feel special and... maybe he likes me too. Maybe Fleur will not cause much of a fuss, I'll apologize. She'll understand, I'm sure. But that is, if, if Tony likes me. This is really complicated. I sigh.
My phone vibrates, bringing me out of my reverie and waking Tony up. It's Vivian. I shrug apologetically at Tony; he just rubs his eyes with his fists and smacks his lips. Too cute. Too cute. I pick up the call hurriedly. "Hey Viv." I greet. "Hey! You guys out of Paris, yet?" he asks. "Yeah, we're on our way to Zurich."
He's silent for a long time, which is quite alarming because I have this feeling that he's going ask something really weird or embarrassing. "So... " he begins and I begin to contemplate the consequences of putting the phone on speaker for Tony to listen, "...have you gotten over your aversion to getting naked with Tony?"
I'll kill him. I swear to God, I'm going to destroy him. 
Tony immediately goes into a coughing fit and our chauffeur starts whistling loudly. Oh God. I'm redder than a tomato. "Whas tha-fuck! Are you on speaker?!" at least he sounds contrite. "Yes, Vivian, I am." I inform him. Tony is looking at me like I've got six heads all of a sudden and our chauffeur, bless him, doesn't bat a lash apart from the sudden whistling. "Oh well, um... haha...um have, er, fun. I'm...I'm gonna leave you guys alone. Shouldn't have called and disturbed your honeymoon in the first place. I just... I was actually asking if your head is okay. When you called on-" "I'm fine, Vivian. Bye!" I say loudly. "Oh, good, bye-bye." he hangs up. Oh ground, please split open and swallow me whole. Fucking Vivian! 
Tony raises his eyebrows at me and I let out a nervous laugh in reply. "Later." he says, for my ears only. I tingle goes down my spine as last night flashes inside my head. I nod. 
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We make way to our suite, after a quiet and delicious dinner. It's only after we've washed up and slid into the bed, that Tony brings up my aversion. I'm wearing one of the napkins that Vivian had packed instead of my pyjamas, and the question makes me want to bury myself in some place that's at least as deep as the Mariana Trench. "It was nothing. I freaked out a bit. Cold feet. After getting married." I tell him. I can't tell him that I suddenly found myself in a surreal future. I don't see that going very well, I'll probably end up in some mental hospital. 
"I don't really believe that, you know? Fiona... is this-is this about... about George?" his voice is low and uncertain. When did George become a swear word? Tony sure treats it like one. "Why would it be about George? Why are you dragging him in here?" I ask. Now I'm curious. What is wrong between these two? "Well, you are so close to him. He soo sweet and nice and blah blah blah. Good looking too, isn't he?  That's just a bonus, isn't it? Maybe you are having doubts now." Tony grits out. He is jealous. Tony is... he is jealous of George. It is so fucking hilarious that I can't stop the laugh that escapes my lips. Tony looks at me and his expression shifts from jealousy to disbelief to fear. "You do. Oh my God, you do have doubts." there is despair in his voice, it shuts me up immediately. This is serious. He... George, really? "No! I don't have doubts, okay? I married you because I wanted you not him. He is just a friend. He never was and will never be anything more than that. Do you understand?" I tell him. Please understand Tony. I'll always choose you, here, back in the present, you, always. He searches my face for what feels like a life time before suddenly gathering me into his arms and kissing me roughly. I give back just as much clutching at his back and moaning into his mouth. We're both panting by the time he let's go of my lips; however, he doesn't release me from the embrace. Resting his forehead against mine, he closes his eyes. My lips tingle from the rough biting kiss, the feel of his tongue on mine. "Don't leave me. Ever. I love you, Fiona. I love you." he pleads. And there they are. The three words. The sounds embed themselves in my brain. I revel in the feel of the words, they feel so honest, heartfelt. I'm overwhelmed. Tears threaten to leak out of my eyes. Oh God please, please, don't take this away when I'm back to where I should be. It'll kill me.
I gently caress his cheeks before placing a peck on his nose. He opens his suspiciously shiny eyes, and looks at me. I probably have a similar expression on my face. "Know this, Anthony White. I love you. So much. With all of my soul and my heart. All of it. And nothing, nobody. Not-not even time can change that." I'll love you, already do back in reality. And won't stop even if you don't reciprocate. He buries his face in my neck and wraps his arms around me. We fall asleep in each other's arms. 

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