> "No," he said his arms closing firmly around her as he drew her very
close.
> "You are the beautiful one." He then kissed her
> deeply before releasing her. He wanted nothing more at the moment then to
> make love to her, however there were things that had to be done and that
> would have to wait.
>
>
> If she thought she was weaked-kneed the first time he had kissed her she
was
> ready to melt now and returned his kiss before whispering "If kidnapping
> weren't a felony..."
>
> He kissed her forehead before moving off to shave and she grinned and
> watched him for a moment. But she knew she had to get a move on too,
> especially to get her hair dried so she stepped forward, gently took the
> razor from him and stroked it against his cheek and rinsed off the razor
> before handing it back to him and kissing him on the spot she had shaved
> "I'm going to go throw something on and yes you are."
>
> Then she smiled again and gently kissed his lips, careful not to get any
> shaving cream on her face before walking toward the bathroom door and
> opening it, looking back with the same expression "Although.. I just might
> have to consider risking a felony charge later. I'll catch up with you
and
> probably take your coffee again."
>
> She looked at him, into his gaze before and relunctantly leaving, closing
> the door behind her. Once it was closed she touched the door and
whispered
> huskily "Love you."
>
> Then she went to her room and changed. There was something to be said
about
> privacy when they were the only ones on the third floor.
>
Derek:
Derek smiled in amusement as Julia made her exit Yes, he thought he could
get used to starting his mornings this way. He finished shaving, applying
aftershave and then dried and combed his hair and brushed his teeth. He
then dressed in black pants and green shirt with a houndstooth pattern it.
Adding dark brown shoes and belt he headed down to the kitchen. Coffee
sounded very good as a matter of fact.
Jonathan had already been up and the coffee was perking steadily by the time
he reached the kitchen. As he saw that the vague thought of the butler
cleaning his bedroom crossed his mind again. He hadn't thought to put the
clothing on the chair in there through the laundry shoot. As he waited for
the coffee to finish, he considered going back up to take care of that, but
decided it was't worth the bother. Jonathan knew how to be discreet and he
wasn't sure how long it would be a secret anyway, the way gossip traveled
through this place. Though, he liked the idea of keeping it completely
private, not because he did not want anyone to know. But more because he
didn't feel like sharing any of it with others at the moment. He'd rather
be selfish and not keep it strictly between them as long as he could, which
probably wouldn't be all that long.
Derek
