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Eliza anxiously waited in the crowd as the ship's passengers disembarked. She gripped the stems of the flowers she had bought as tightly a hold as she would a weapon at a suspect. Three hundred and fifty four days. That is how long William has been away in America, three hundred and fifty-four. Not that she was really counting.
She hadn't counted the number of times she strolled into his office to find him not there, nor the number of times she caught herself using his name whilst questioning suspects. But it had been three hundred and fifty-four days since she'd seen him, since he said “I love you,” and 354 days since he kissed her goodbye.
In the weeks that followed her mind was a busy mess of unrest. It took a gentle word from Ivy and a not so subtle threat of cauliflower for Eliza to finally reply to his letters. The more she wrote the easier it became and the more bearable the situation felt. Funny how a large body of water was the remedy to their poor communication skills before. After first the letters were of average business, complaints about his replacement at the yard, the weather, and interesting social news. Until one day Eliza opened up about how much she missed him, how the world seemed to have turned gray in his absence.
Eliza was beside herself when William wrote back that his appointment in New York was ending, and he’d be back in London sooner than expected. ‘I can’t wait to see you again.” He had replied, the final letter currently stored away in her leather handbag.
“William!” She shouted, waving at him from the crowd as he descended the ramp onto the docks.
“Eliza!” he waved back, his usually stern face breaking into a toothy grin. He weaved through the crowd and wrapped an embracing arm around her, lifting her uncouthly off the ground. “Damn, you are a sight for sore eyes, woman,” he remarked, this thick Scottish voice a balm to Eliza's heart.
“I've missed you so much William,” she answered, melting into him and crushing the flowers.
When they finally parted, William set her back on the ground then looked down and noticed the small bouquet in her hand. “Those flowers for me?” He chuckled. “Bottle of whiskey would've been a better welcome home gift.”
“They were,” she tossed the crushed pink and white flowers aside. “Besides I thought you preferred the American stuff now,” she teased, looping an arm with his.
“I said that I prefer American whiskey to their god awful beer. Even when I write you a letter you don't really listen,” he grumbled.
“My mistake,” she smiled. “Don't worry there will be plenty of non-American drinks with dinner.”
“Thank God, the boat was drunk dry near 3 days into the crossing back. What has Ivy got cooked up then?”
“Nothing, I made it.” She squeezed his arm with excitement.
“You trying to kill me my first night back are you?”
She swapped his arm. “I've been practicing.”
“Oh really,” he said with an amused tone.
“I figured once Ivy and Mr. Potts settled on a wedding date, I might be left to fend for myself for a meal or two.”
William nodded, guiding them down the street to flag a hackney. He helped Eliza inside before climbing in himself, giving Eliza's address to the driver. Settling himself next to the woman that had remained in his thoughts every day since he left England, his heart swelled with contentment. He laced his gloved fingers with hers and they spent the carriage ride in a peaceful silence.
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“Eliza, that was the best meal I've had in ages,” he groaned, his stomach complaining from his overindulgence. The Beef Wellington was perfectly cooked along with trimming and warm rolls? Better than Ivy's.”
“Really?” She smiled, her cheeks flushed.
“I'd deny it if you tell her that, but it was wonderful,” he stood and cleared the plates away to the sink.
“Shall we go up stairs for some port?”
“You don't need to tell me twice,” he smirked, following her up the servant stairs and into the powder blue living room. He sent my weeks staring at these four walls as Ivy and Eliza fussed about him. He had never had that before. A warm and comforting home with people who cared about him seeing to his every need. Growing up in the workhouse, they'd have as soon as thrown him out then give him any kind of medical care.
William was grateful for Eliza, so much so he finally told her he loved her. In this very room. America gave him time to consider a life without her. They needed a change, he needed to see if it were possible and what he discovered was a miserable existence without her.
Eliza poured two glasses of port, handing one to William before sitting on the couch nearest the fire. He sat next to her sipping the hue colored liquid.
Eliza watched as the firelight danced along his face. There was something about him that was different; he felt more at ease. Like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
It was that same feeling on the day he felt. The day he finally said he loved her. Though she couldn’t admit it even to herself back then, she did love him. Time apart made her realize just how much.
William and she finished their glasses and set them on the table. “Well know what?” he asked, he stretched his arm over the back of the couch.
“You tell me,” she smirked, leaning into the crook of his arm and body. She lay a hand on his chest and noted his heart was thundering beneath her palm.
William draped his arm over her shoulders pulling her in even closer. Her lips parted as if she might protest, but said nothing. Her gray eyes locked with his brown and suddenly his heart wasn't the only thing increasing.
“I'd really like to kiss you now,” he breathed, cupping her cheek with his free hand.
“I'd like that too,” she whispered.
She leaned closer or was he pulling her? It didn't matter, once his lips met hers in a gentle kiss Eliza's heart pounded in her chest and the world around them melted away. William always had the effect on her, from their first kiss when she was 16 to last year when he left. His lips made time stop.
Soon the gentle kiss deepened, William's tongue ran along the seam of her lips. She parted, allowing him inside. He groaned as his tongue plunged in and entwining itself with hers. One hand cradled the nape of her neck while the other moved down to her hip.
She felt his fingers dig into her hip even through the many layers of petticoats. William swallowed her moans as her whole body turned flush for him. She was not so naive to know about cordial relations. She spent many an hour gambling halls, brothels, and back hallways. Some of her best informants were ladies of the night after all. But that still did not prepare Eliza for experiences of hot arousal to pool between her thighs.
Her dress and clothes suddenly felt stifling. William's shirt and waist vest felt too abrasive under her touch. Eliza’s hand slid her down his chest and paused when she found a large bulge in his lap.
William broke the kiss with a groan, “Marry and Jesus, Eliza.”
“I'm sorry,” she answered. Pulling her hands away but still wrapped in his arms.
“It's okay,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I am just a bit excited that's all.”
“For relations?” She questioned raising a brow.
“Yes, but you're a lady. Despite your unwillingness to act like one at times,” he grumbled.
“So then why do I need to be one now?” began to argue.
“A lady should only lay with her husband,” he sighed, pulling his hand away from her hip to run a hand through his hair, frustrated.
Eliza felt her own frustration, damn society and their rules. Plenty of men bedded women before marriage, hell it was practically a sport for some. Even William was completely innocent in this regard. She wanted to point out that fact but knew the only outcome to it would be the end to the evening. And that was the very last thing she wanted.
“Marry me!” she blurted.
“What?”
“If we are engaged, then technically I will be bedding my future husband. Surely that must be an acceptable arrangement?” she reasoned.
William stared up at the ceiling, his staining cock battling against his weakening morale. “Okay,” he finally spoke. He reached for her right hand, removing Eliza’s mother’s ring then returning it to her but this time on her left. It fit loosely there, he would need to resize it soon before it slipped and became evidence at another crime scene.
“I William Wellington, take you Eliza, to be my wife,” he said softly.
“And I Eliza Scarlett take you William as my husband,” she repeated, her eyes wetting with tears of joy.
“It may not be legally binding, but in the eyes of God we are married,” he said slowly, pulling away from her and dropping to his knees before her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, unsure of where this was going.
“I'm about to kiss my bridge,” he grinned wickedly.
He lifted the hem of her skirts to her waist then parted her legs. She gasped as cool air rushed into her once heated underside, her nakedness on full display to him. William then gathered the backs of her legs and threw them over his shoulders. Eliza squealed as her lower half was nearly pulled off the edge of the couch. Another wave of liquid heat pooled at her center, along with it a tightness of anticipation growing low in her belly.
She watched William disappear beneath her skirt and felt his tongue run along her slit. Her body jerked and she moaned as pleasure radiated in the wake of his touch. He dove into her folds eliciting another moan making short work of finding her clit.
He nibbled and sucked at her bundle of nerves, pulling moan after whimpering moan from Eliza, her juices flowing unchecked. She tasted divine, better than the sweetest of cakes. He wanted to hear her scream his name when he drew out her first orgasm. The thought made his cock twitch, her first and every one after would be from his doing. No one but he would hear her moan and cry with pleasure. Pleasure he would endeavor to give to her.
Eliza fisted the couch around her for leverage, she felt herself slipping into a kind of madness. William’s head bobbing between her thighs, his tongue doing ungodly things. The tightness in her belly grew and the breath heavy from trying to steady her heart. The sounds she made were no different to those in a brothel.
Her sweet moans spurred him on, if he were a lesser man you would forfeit her pleasure and drive his hardened cock into her, this moment. But Eliza was a virgin, he knew that he had to take care of her, prepare her for him. With that in mind William began probing her entrance with his finger. He could feel her tense as he slowly inserted his digit to the first knuckle and paused.
“Oh William,” she cried, a pleasure laced in her words.
He waited till he felt her walls relax then pushed in deeper, just past the second knuckle. Eliza gasped at the stretching sensation but didn't tell him to stop. William continued until his digit was fully encapsulated in her heat.
Slowly he pumped his figure in and out, his mouth never leaving her clit as he ate. She was close, he could feel her legs trembling around his head.
“Will-” she breathed in a plea, for what she didn’t know. All she did know was the building tightness soared to unimaginable heights. Between his nibbling teeth and pumping figure she couldn't take. Overheated, over welcomed, and overstimulated tears ran down her cheeks when suddenly the coil in her belly erupted like a bolt of lightning. She screamed out in pleasure, her back arching off the couch as euphoric bliss ran up her torso and down both legs.
Wave after wave of arouse flowed from her as William drank it all. Latching on to her bundle of nerves as aftershocks sparked in the wake of her orgasm. Her walls clenching around his finger. Once Eliza's body stilled from its first experience with bliss. William pulled away and lowered her legs back to the floor.
“How was that?” He smiled, her glistening arousal coating his facial hair.
Her chest heavy, her body exhausted yet yearning for more. Her ivory skin flushed pink and her blond hair in shambles from her thrashing.
“Had I known that marital relationship felt like that. I would have proposed to you soon,” she giggled, fanning her too hot flesh.
“Ah, well we aren't done yet, wife. We still need to consummate this marriage.”
“That didn't count?”
“Not for me it didn't.” he pushed himself up, lending a hand to her. “I think the bedroom might be more comfortable, for your first time.”
William scooped her up into his arms, bride style, and carried her up the stairs. There was only one place he would consummate this union, the bedroom. Once inside he gently placed her on the floor before he feverishly worked at removing her dress and undergarments. Peeling back the layers of her clothing, he paused when he was finally rewarded with her nude body. An oil lamp on her mantle flickered, casting shadows to dance across her skin. Pure like snow, neither a freckle or a blemished her skin. Her perk pink nibbles begged to be tasted and her hips were made to be held for bedroom endeavors. She was beautiful, a work of art, he was a lucky man to have such a woman to love.
“Should I undress you now?” she asked, feeling a bit self conscious under his gaze.
“Please do,” he chuckled halfway out of his own vest. He tossed it to the floor and watched as Eliza slowly unbuttoned each and every bone white button. Her silky hands parted the shirt as her fingers feathered along his chest, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor.
The last time Eliza saw William's bare chest he was pale, unconscious, on the brink of life, and wrapped in layers of bandages. But no longer, his skin had warmed, no doubt kissed by the sun on his adventures in America. The patch of his chest hair was as dark and thick like his bread, trailing a path down below his beltline where her attention now lay. She unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, over his bulge until his erection strung free before her.
A blush crept into her cheeks, and she suddenly felt anxious once more.
“What's the matter?” He asked, noticing her trepidation.
“Of all the male specimens I have seen, yours is,” she paused, taking a gulp,” quite larger than the rest.”
“That's because the other specimens you've no doubtedly seen have been cadavers.” He tilted her chin upward and she righted herself back to full standing. “Are you ready for this?”
Once he stepped out of his shoes, she nodded and led him over to the bed, which suddenly seemed too small for the pair of them. William guided her to lay down in the middle of the bed and climbed over her naked body.
Eliza spread her legs apart and he nestled himself in the valley of her thighs, his hardened length pressing against her belly. He kissed her passionately eliciting more arousal at her core before reaching down to run his cock along her slit, gathering her essences on his length.
“This may sting a bit,” he said, aligning himself with her entrance.
She reached up to his shoulders and nodded her understanding. “Bed me William,” she purred just before he lowered himself into her.
Eliza's face pinched with comfort as he eased himself into her heat. Stretching and filling her to the point of pain. His cock was a new sensation, inch by inch he plunged deeper and deeper until he was fully seated inside her.
William groaned, pausing when he was fully sheathed. Eliza was so incredibly tight, he fought back his own urge of release. Her velvety center fit him perfectly as though God had designed for them to come together.
“You feel amazing, you know that?” William groaned, holding himself perfectly still.
“So do you,” she replied. Though it was a little painful it wasn't a total lie. She felt beautiful, she felt free, she left like a new woman, it left amazing. More so that it was William the one to deflower her.
Just when she was getting used to the feeling of the fullness of him, he began to move. He pulled out slowly, nearly to the tip before plunging back in. She groaned as he set a soft pace in and out. The feeling of emptiness swiftly replaced by fullness, built the tightness in her belly once more.
Once Eliza’s body had acclimated for him, William’s pace increased. Soon the undeniable need to release was present. Each thrust was driving him closer to madness, he needed to come but not before Eliza. He reached down between the two of them, the pads of the fingertips brushing in her clit. Priming her for another orgasm, this time her walls gripping on his cock.
“Will, its-happening,” she said between gasps, when finally she was consumed by another wave of ecstasy. Her fingers dug into the skin at his back. Her back arched off the bed, and her wall clamped down on his cock spending William into his own tailspin of release.
He stilled as he emptied himself, and rolled onto his side with Eliza will attached. His cock slow to soften from its ordeal. William reached up and cupped Eliza’s cheek. She was his and he was hers. He kicked himself for waiting so long to tell her the truth. “I love you so much, Eliza,” he breathed heavily, voice deep.
“I love you too William. Please don’t ever leave me behind and to go off to New York again.”
“I was thinking of San Francisco next time,” he teased.
Eliza playfully slapped his chest and his laugh shook the bed. “Don’t worry, the only trip I have planned is getting you to a church.”
=/\= The End =/\=