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RICHEY AND YVETTE by Janey

PART 1

“Richey are you driving yourself or coming with me, Rachel and Mike?”
Richey smiled. “If it’s ok with you I’ll grab a lift, don’t have to worry about having a drink then do I?”
“Actually,” said Rachel, “Mike is picking me up and taking me, I should have said but I’m sure that he won’t mind giving you both a lift.”
“It’s ok,” Yvette sighed. “I can’t drink anyway thanks to those bloody antibiotics and this way I get escorted by a very handsome man.”
Richey blushed. “OI you! Behave! Just because you’ve known me forever don’t think that you can take liberties!”

Yvette had been a friend of Richey and Rachel’s for so long that none of them could actually remember how they all became mates in the first place; it just seemed like they had always got along.   Surprisingly Richey always maintained strong links with Yvette throughout her adolescence and her awakening interest in the opposite sex.   He had always been there for her, like a brother, when she needed him and she had always been there to listen to him when he needed her to. Not that he ever spoke of fancying other girls because he never showed any interest in dating. Richey was far too studious for girls and when he didn’t have his nose in a book he was with James, Nick and Sean getting the band established and writing lyrics.

There had been a time; Richey would have been about 17, when Yvette actually asked him outright if he was gay because of his disinterest in women.
“Yvette,” he had replied with a huge smile. “I have even less time for men that I do for women so make of that what you will!”

“Ah well, a girl can dream,” said Yvette wistfully bringing herself back from her recollections.
“That would not be a dream,” groaned Rachel. “That would be a nightmare.”
“You speak for yourself,” said Yvette firmly. “Personally I think that Richey is very handsome, sexy and he has THE sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.”
“Talk about me like I’m not here, why don’t you?” moaned Richey secretly enjoying the jokey banter that flowed back and forth.
“But you’ve seen his hairy legs!” Rachel said with shock. “Worst of all is the hairy feet, you could plait that hair! Quite disturbing really.”
“Personally Richey I think that you suit body hair,” whispered Yvette so that only Richey could hear. “Makes you even more cuddly, like a teddy bear.”
“That does it,” moaned Richey in exasperation. “Take me away from all this madness! Fuck that won’t work will it? You’re bloody driving!” The two friends hugged and playfully pulled funny faces, completely relaxed and at ease.
“You are so bad!” Rachel joked. “No wonder everyone assumes that you’re a couple.”
Richey and Yvette glanced at each other and in unison cried out: “Eugh!”

At thirty-eight Richey was still a confirmed bachelor who had had no serious relationships. The novelty of shagging groupies had worn off years ago and although he had taken girls out, it had never progressed anywhere.

Today they were going to James’ wedding that’s to say James’ second wedding. His first marriage had lasted an amazing eight months, far longer than most people had predicted, before it disintegrated into a heap. Today he was marrying a very lovely lady called Maya, and everyone was optimistic.
Nicky was going with Rachel, five months pregnant with their second child and of course Clara was to be a bridesmaid. Sean was also going to be there with his wife Kitty; a close friend of Kitty’s was looking after their two-month-old baby daughter Keira.

Richey’s sister Rachel had been dating Michael for 16 months, both selling off their houses to buy one jointly. The house that they had decided on though needed a lot of work doing to it before they could move in, so Rachel was staying with Richey and Michael was staying at his parent’s home.

Yvette had married when she was in her early twenties and less than two years later they divorced. They had married because Yvette had been afraid of him. During the time with him her self worth plummeted, he abused her physically, emotionally and sexually.   Both Richey and Rachel had tried talking her out of the marriage but to no avail, she was much too petrified of the repercussions to back out. Now, over fifteen years later and almost forty, she had regained her self-esteem and emerged a stronger woman, not needing a man in her private life. Indeed she lived alone and hardly ever went out on dates. One thing that she wasn’t though, was a man hater, she had many close male friends and that was how she liked it.

“Did you have a good time?” Yvette asked Richey, driving him back to his apartment in the dark of the night. “You certainly appeared to.”
“Yeah I did, and I really like Maya; she’s really good for James.”
“He deserves some happiness.”
“Umm he does.”
“Richey what is it and don’t say nothing because I can see there’s something.”
He glanced at her, damn her and her intuition. “I don’t trust that smarmy bastard.”
Yvette was puzzled. “Who?”
“Mike or Michael or whatever the bloody hell he’s called. He’s no good for her but she won’t listen to me.”
“She’s a grown up woman with her own life to live – her way.”

“You don’t like him either, you’re not good at hiding it. Won’t she listen to you?”
“To what? I don’t have anything definite to go Richey, just a hunch. He makes her happy so who are we to interfere?”
“Humpf!” moaned Richey and Yvette couldn’t stop her giggle. “Did you see how smug he was when he told her that he’d booked them into the hotel for a few nights so that Rachel didn’t have to stay with me, and bought her some clothes? Bloody cheek! He knows that I like having her stay and it’s his bloody parents who are being stubborn by refusing to have Rachel stay with them.”

“Richey,” said Yvette strongly, “I know that you love her but you can’t live her life for her.”
“I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“Neither do I but have you considered that we’re wrong and they’ll actually be very happy?”
“No, because that isn’t going to happen. He’s going to hurt her and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”
“Look, she knows that she can always go to you so stop worrying. Just continue to be there for her even though I know that doesn’t seem a lot.”
“I guess,” was all he said woefully.

“Richey,” she ventured sometime later.
“Yeah?”
“How do you fancy staying the night at mine? It’s just that I’m feeling really rough and my place is nearer.”
Richey shuffled in his car seat and stared at her with concern. “I thought that you were a bit pale.”
“It’s those bloody antibiotics,” complained Yvette. “They give me stomach pains and make me nauseous: and between that and my asthma and this ear infection I’m not sleeping too well.”
“We could have got a taxi you know, or Sean offered us a lift.”
“But I thought that I was taking Rachel and Mike didn’t I? If I had known what he had planned I would have called Kitty or Sean like a shot.”
“It’s time that you put yourself first for a change. You need to be a little more selfish!”
For all that he was being light-hearted he was right. “Go on; your place it is.”
“Thanks Rich: you’re a great mate.”
“Just drive us home will you?”

What Yvette didn’t know was that Richey ached whenever he was near her. When they hurtled head long into adolescence Richey had begun to be confused by his feelings for his friend. Yes he was protective of her, but it was deep and complex, different to how he was protective of his sister Rachel.   He’d dismissed being in love because he didn’t believe in it. Only when she had married did he realise the truth, but she was his friend and it would be overstepping the mark to do anything about it.

Nick, James, Sean and Martin had often asked Richey when he was going to act on his feelings for Yvette, but their interest and concern was summarily dismissed; Yvette had been through the same thing with Rachel, Kitty and Terri. When Maya had started dating James she had asked Yvette right out if she and Richey were together. Everyone it seemed could see it, except for them.

Yvette showered leaving Richey to make them both hot chocolate, at his insistence, he knew how to take care of her.
“Good timing!” he smiled pouring the hot chocolate drink into two mugs. “Go and put your feet up, I’ll bring this through.”
“Umm waiter service,” she tittered, “ I like it. I like it a lot.” She sauntered into the lounge and tucked her dressing gown around her when she sprawled on the couch, Richey choosing to sit on the floor in front of her.

“Enjoy your shower?” Whilst she had been upstairs he had taken off his jacket and tie, and opened his pale blue shirt a little. Also gone were his shoes and socks, Richey did like to paddle about in his bare feet.
“Mmm,” she nodded, sipping from the milky drink, her face still flushed from the hot steam of the bathroom. “No one makes hot chocolate like you do.”
“That’s because I whisk it to within an inch of it’s life!”

They talked about the day as they sipped their bedtime drinks but then Yvette began to have trouble breathing and was coughing and wheezing with tears welling in her eyes. Richey grabbed the reliever inhaler off the coffee table and gave it to her; Yvette took two puffs and tried to regulate her breathing. Five minutes later it was getting worse and progressing into a panic attack.

“Ok honey, c’mon. Take two more puffs for me and close your eyes while I hold you and speak with you.”
Yvette nodded.
Richey had seen this happen many times before and it no longer phased him. By holding her and talking to her he was able to decrease her stress levels and help quell her panic attack. Having someone with Yvette helped her, but because she was physically ill and weak she was finding it more difficult than usual to be objective about what was happening.

He sat behind her on the couch, one leg upon it, the other on the floor, and gently guided her body back against his, stroking her arms and whispering to reassure her:
“Close your eyes sweetheart. Nothing bad is going to happen because I’m here. Your inhaler IS working and you are having less difficulty with each breath, ok?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s it; listen to my voice and what I’m saying.” Richey closed his eyes and rubbed his head tenderly against hers. He wanted to kiss her. The movement of her body up and down with each breath she took was heavenly, and it was wonderful when her muscles changed from being hard and tense to soft and relaxed. He was helping her.

Of all people, Richey was making someone else feel better.

“Richey,” Yvette sighed, shuffling against him a little more. “That’s wonderful. Thank you.”
He continued to hold her, not wanting to let her go; she was so important to him but was now the time to tell her? Before he had even really considered the consequences, Richey was nuzzling at her neck and slipping a hand beneath the velvety red dressing gown, so that he could hold her better and closer.

“Yvette,” he mumbled. “I love you.”
Yvette said nothing but she didn’t push him away either, so Richey assumed that it was a good sign and continued. When Yvette started whimpering and caressing him, he knew that he was ok.
“Richey,” she murmured breathlessly, becoming lost in the pleasure he was evoking in her and tilting her head back further. “Please kiss me.” She then reached her left hand to the back of his head and guided him down until their lips met both hissing at the heat from such simple contact.

Languidly they slipped down the couch until they were side by side, Yvette cradled in Richey’s arms as their tongue’s danced slowly and deeply. She caressed his erection over his straining trousers and Richey couldn’t help but thrust his crotch into her, desperate for her touch.

“I have wanted this for so long,” confessed Yvette when their lips parted and they cuddled. “But I was scared that I would frighten you off and lose you.”
“I felt the same way,” agreed Richey, continuing to hold and caress her. “I don’t ever want you to leave my arms. Not ever.”
“I won’t.”

“Hey.”
“Hey to you too,” smiled Yvette, yawning sleepily and snuggling into Richey, who sighed in relief, happy that she wasn’t regretting them spending the night together.
“Still tired honey?”
“Mmm, that and the fact that I’m enjoying having my own personal teddy bear to cuddle up to.”
“I knew it,” he sniggered. “You only want me for my body.”
Tenderly she planted lots of tiny kisses across his bare chest. “Sorry for offending you,” she offered lightly. “If you’d prefer I could leave you alone.”
“And you promised me last night, or should I say in the early hours of this morning, that you would never leave my arms.”

“I really didn’t think that one out very well,” she confessed. “It’s rather impractical.”
“Reneging already? Not a good start.”
“We’re not going to be a grouchy Richey are we?”
He laughed aloud and playfully tapped her backside. “No I’m not, cheeky madam!” He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, and wrapped his legs around hers. “Sleep ok?”
“Not bad,” she sighed, “but I’m not used to someone stealing the covers.”
“I do not steal covers!”
“Yes you do!” she retorted. “I had to cuddle you to keep warm.”
“Sounds like such a hardship!”
“Nah, I love teddy bears, especially when they’re as soft and squishy as you are.”

He sniggered but then grew serious. “No regrets?”
“What’s to regret?” she asked him. “I can’t think of anything better than falling asleep in your arms, being close to you all night and waking up with you. Thank you.”
“Thank you.” Delicately and fleetingly he pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Of course there is something…”
“Here we go,” he teased. “What might it be? Breakfast in bed perhaps?”
“Something better than that,” she winked cheekily, flicking her tongue over his nipples. “Make love to me Richey, I really want to feel you.”
“Oh Yvette!” he sighed longingly, kissing her passionately and caressing her, and so they made love for the first time.

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