The Baron is one of my favourite Phil G characters, so I thought I'd have a go at a fic. Inspired by East Anglia's wonderful "Velvet Dark" which is the definitive IAW fic, so good it almost put me off trying for a while! Wish they'd do a second series based on it ...
Anyway, hope you enjoy. :)

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A Handsome Man …

Chapter One

It had been two weeks, two long lonely weeks, since she'd waved them off, her husband and her beloved son, all three of them struggling to hold back the tears. And she'd hardly seen anything of the Baron since that awful day when she'd offered herself up to him on a plate, and he'd turned her down, behaved like a complete gentleman. It seemed he was deliberately avoiding her, and maybe it was for the best even though she wanted to thank him properly, needed to let him know that she'd be forever in his debt.

Her heart always skipped a beat when she saw him and she knew instinctively that he was attracted to her, so keeping a safe distance was the sensible way to continue. The trouble was she'd lived her whole life that way and she didn't want to be the level-headed, pragmatic, well-behaved wife any more. She wanted to be held tightly against his chest as his lips came down hard on hers and his elegant hands took possession of her body, touching, stroking, leaving a trail of fire behind them. God forgive her, she wanted him in her bed, between her legs, his weight pressing down on her as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him.

She closed her eyes, the heat rising in her cheeks, aware of a nagging ache low down in her belly and a pulse beating between her thighs. Neither James nor any other man had ever had this effect on her, and it was very disconcerting. She was behaving like a love-sick teenager, and she needed to get a grip before she did something really regrettable.

She rounded a corner of the house and very nearly ran into the man in question, but he saw her just in time and stepped back with a small bow, clicking his heels. His eyes were a dazzling blue up close, his lips set in the usual pout, and she had a sudden urge to pull his head down and press her mouth to his. She looked down at the floor in confusion.

"Mrs Dorr. I trust you are well?"

"Very well, thankyou, Baron."
She cleared her throat, thinking he could probably hear her heart pounding even from where he stood.

"I've hardly had a chance to thank you for what you did …"

He started to wave her away, but she put her hand on his arm, feeling him tense at her touch.

"I will be forever in your debt, I just need you to know that …"

Their eyes locked for a second, and the air seemed to crackle round them, then he blinked hard and looked down at his feet.

"It was … the right thing to do. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a rather busy day ahead."

She nodded, and he incline d his head before continuing on his way. She leant back against the wall waiting for her heart-rate to return to normal, amazed at the effect he had on her even after such a short encounter. Shaking her head she walked off, even more determined to keep her distance now. It was the only safe course of action.

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She was sitting in the garden enjoying a cigarette when she heard someone approach, and she knew it could only be him at this time of night. Her hand shook slightly as he appeared in front of her, giving the usual little click of the heels.

"Good evening, Mrs Dorr. May I join you?

She nodded, and he sat down next to her, close enough for her to be able to detect a trace of his aftershave, and a shiver ran down her spine even though it was a warm evening. His eyes gleamed silver in the moonlight, and she took a deep drag of her cigarette, trying to calm her racing heartbeat.

"I was afraid you might have thought me rude earlier, rushing off so abruptly, and I wanted to make sure that you are managing. It must be lonely for you here now …"

She gave a rueful laugh.

"Not as much as you might think. I didn't see that much of James, he was out a great deal, and he spent the rest of the time mostly locked away in his office or trying to catch up on sleep."

She blushed in the darkness, knowing the Baron was well aware that they had separate bedrooms, and he sensed her discomfort and changed the subject. They stuck to safe topics, music, books, the history of the island, gradually relaxing in one another's company. After a while a companionable silence fell, and he cleared his throat and leant forwards, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"About what I said earlier. I'm still convinced it was the right thing. But I believe when I made the decision, I thought only of you …"

Startled by his revelation, she stared open-mouthed at his handsome profile, her gaze lingering on the pouting lips and the impossibly long eyelashes before he turned his head and their eyes locked. She saw her own desire reflected there, but also loneliness and uncertainty, and her fingers instinctively moved to touch his cheek. He placed a hand gently over hers before pressing it to his lips tenderly, and something akin to an electric shock ran up her arm, her heart pounding almost out of her chest. Time seemed to stand still as they gazed into one another's eyes, and when he finally spoke it was a tortured groan.

"Felicity …"

And then his mouth was on hers, his kiss hungry, passionate, demanding, and she responded with enthusiasm, their tongues dancing over one another in a sensual tango. He tasted even more delicious than she had imagined, a trace of brandy and cigars, a hint of coffee and something indefinably him. Breaking the kiss, he searched her eyes for permission to continue and she dragged his head down to feast on her neck, sighing as she threaded her hands through his hair. He made to undo the buttons on her blouse but she put her hand over his to stop him, lips swollen and face flushed.

"Not here … I'll wait for you in my room …"

He brushed a kiss over her knuckles as she stood, strolling slowly, nonchalantly back to the house before making her way quietly upstairs. Sitting on the bed, she discarded her cardigan and then stood again to pace the room nervously, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. There was a gentle tap on the door and she took a deep breath before opening it, finding him standing tentatively on the landing in his shirt-sleeves, his eyes fixed on the floor. He strode past her to stare out of the window, his feet planted firmly apart and his back to her, and she hovered behind him uncertainly.

"Baron?"

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"This is wrong. And yet God forgive me, I can't help myself …"

And then she was in his arms, pressed against the wall, the breath almost crushed out of her as his lips found hers and his tongue ravished her mouth possessively. He dealt quickly with the buttons on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders before cupping her breasts, thumbs sliding over the silky fabric. She moaned at his touch, her body on fire for him.

"Oh God …"

He held her gaze, his eyes dark with desire, as he unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor.

"Beautiful … and I think maybe you could call me Heinrich now?"

His hot mouth found a nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud, and she tangled her hands in his hair, holding him close. He sucked harder and she groaned, writhing against him wantonly.

"Heinrich … more …"

Slipping to his knees, he unzipped her skirt and she heard his sharp intake of breath at the sight of her sheer black stockings and silk knickers. He ran his long fingers slowly, teasingly up her legs and gently tugged her underwear down to pool at her feet, nuzzling into her dark triangle of pubic hair. His voice was deep and gravelly, sending delicious vibrations through her.

"Mmmm … you smell wonderful …"

He parted her thighs and began to tease her with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently, and she gasped, hips bucking towards his mouth as her legs threatened to buckle. James had never done anything like that to her, she felt as though all her nerve endings were on fire and her whole body ached for his touch. He picked her up and placed her gently on the bed while he stripped off his shirt, removed his boots and dropped his trousers to the floor. She lay back admiring the broad shoulders and long legs, the hint of a belly, and then he removed his underwear and her eyes widened. Oh my, he was big. She didn't know whether to be delighted or afraid as he settled between her legs, his lips torturing a nipple as he gently slid two fingers inside her, moving them in and out. She was soaking wet, moaning as her hips jerked against his hand, needing more.

"Heinrich … please …"
He replaced his fingers with his impressive length, entering her achingly slowly and she gasped as her body gradually adjusted, loving the feel of him stretching her, filling her so completely. When he was finally immersed in her he stilled, resting on his arms, looking down into her flushed face. His voice was husky with desire.

"Felicity … my Felicity …"

He began to thrust powerfully into her then, building up a rhythm, and she squirmed beneath him, her fingernails raking down his back, her breath coming in little pants. She was overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating in her, head spinning, lost to everything but the feel of their two bodies moving in harmony, and the heat of skin on skin. James had failed to inspire any passion in her at all, never mind take her to the level of ecstasy that this man, this wonderful sensual man, was doing now. She heard herself cry out as if from a distance as her thighs began to quiver and the insistent throbbing became a ripple, a swell, a flood of pleasure surging through her as she arched up towards him, his name on her lips.

"Oh my God … Heinrich … yeeessss …"

She felt his thrusts becoming more erratic, his hips bucking violently, and she clung on to him as he groaned through clenched teeth, spilling into her, the world crashing round him in a myriad of bright colours, an explosion of bliss.

Afterwards, there were no words needed and they lay entwined, her head on his chest, his hand stroking her hair, trying not to let reality intrude too soon, unwilling to consider the consequences of what they had just done.

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