They arrived at the hotel in Liverpool quite late, but they were still some people in the lobby celebrating the new year. The newlyweds went directly to their room, accompanied by the bell boy, who seemed quite intimidate by them, it was certainly the first time he saw a Marques and Marchioness. Edith took off her coat and hat while Bertie tipped the bell boy generously. She took her time checking the room, the biggest suite in Liverpool did the bell boy ensured them. It had a living room with a fire place and a big bedroom with its ensuite bathroom with a bathtub and a shower (quite a novelty for an hotel).
She didn't see Bertie coming towards her and jumped a little when he took her in his arms. "So what do you think?" Did he ask softly to her. "Very nice, I always say you have the best taste." They begun to kiss passionately, but Edith had to break it after a while. "I would like to refresh myself a little, if it's ok", "Be my guest, I'm not going anywhere." Bertie took of his coat and vest, and felt a little chill. "What do you say if I made a little fire tonight?", "Wonderful idea!" did Edith say popping her head from the bathroom.
Bertie though about his weeding day while focusing on the flames, which made a beautiful amber light in the room. He was still tending to the fire when Edith came back. "So what do you think?"did she enquire. Bertie was quite speechless when he turned back and saw her. She had the most beautiful night gown, very revealing and quite transparent. Her golden hair was resting on her shoulders like a river. The light from the fire seemed to dance on her light skin. To Bertie she never been as pretty as at this instant, or more beautiful that he would have ever dream of. He felt suddenly attract to her like a magnet, he came towards her, took her nervous hand, push her towards his body and lost himself in a long kiss, his fingers exploring the curves of her body. When he broke it off he could only smile… "you have no idea how happy you are making me…" did he say, playing with her hair. She was all giddy, like during the weeding ceremony, when both of them were drunk on happiness and excitment, like two school children waiting for their teacher to annonce the end of school before the summer holidays. Finaly she was alone with her husband, and they could do whatever they wanted, nobody could stop them or reprimand them. She felt empowered by that feeling and began to undress Bertie. He then left her from the ground and took her to the bedroom for the night that was on their mind all day…