Title: An Evening to Forget
Author: Fallenbelle
Rating: Teen for adult themes.
Summary: All is not as it seems at William's bachelor party.
Spoilers: 803-Glory Days
Notes: This is what happens when you decide that William needs to have an out-of-William experience with a healthy dose of angst. Don't hate me. This was inspired by Demosthenes23's treatment of the episode, but went in a very different direction.
She wasn't Julia, but William Murdoch couldn't deny that Anadia was a beautiful, highly desirable woman. He was undoubtedly in a perilous territory; he'd been chaste for so long, his wedding was so close, and instead of giving him the resolve that he would have hoped, it made it even more difficult to remain pure of thought and mind.
Not that he'd ever done that good of a job remaining that pure of mind, but at least he'd remained physically chaste. Though he had been sorely tempted over the years, never had it been as difficult as it had been over the past few weeks. It was becoming more and more difficult to remain a gentleman and respect Julia as a woman who was his equal and fiancée, and while that had been challenging, at least Julia had never appeared to him in a state of dishabille, undulating to the music in front of him.
Although after tonight, he knew that he'd be fantasizing about her doing so.
Steadily drinking from the generous glass of rum George had poured him, he was both mesmerized and terrified at Anadia's body before him, her movements so graceful, intriguing and arousing. Self-consciously tugging his jacket down, he was thankful for the chair the Inspector had pushed him onto. As the blood from his head was rushing decidedly south, and with the affect the rum was having on him, there was no way he would have been able to remain steady on his feet.
Enraptured and uneasy at the same time, he barely noticed that someone just out of his peripheral vision was refilling his glass with yet another generous portion of the potent liquid; the cloying combination of the molasses and tang of alcohol unmistakable. He did not object.
Taking another sip, he felt a multitude of emotions- intrigue, arousal, and disgust. He couldn't look away from this gorgeous woman, performing a dance he'd only read about in exotic books, yet he chided himself for desiring this woman who was not and would never be his wife-she was merely an object of desire.
He was terrified that he would betray Julia, and he began to slightly tremble. His resolve was strong, but in a room full of men encouraging his sinful objectification of an extremely attractive woman who was more than willing to tempt him to throw all caution to the wind, he lost all confidence in his self-control.
Spellbound by the vision before him, and preoccupied by his own conflicting thoughts, he barely registered when someone took the glass from his hand, and Anadia stepped into his personal space, no longer just out of reach.
Slipping her smooth fingers beneath the collar of his starched white shirt, she placed herself in his lap, and expertly loosed his tie, her fingers cool against his feverish skin.
Suddenly, William was very afraid that his self-control would break. His heart rate accelerating so much he thought it would explode, he began to hyperventilate and his mind panicked.
He could hear the shouts of approval and catcalls from the men, but William was far from enjoying the turn of events now-he was quickly losing control of the situation and his body was betraying both his mind and Julia.
Exhaling sharply in grief, he looked towards the heavens. Mother of God, please! He thought as his mind shut down and he gave himself over to his most primeval and basest of desires as Anadia removed his tie and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips millimeters from his.
His last coherent thought was grief. He wasn't strong enough to stop this.