Hey peeps! I love Cassy as much as the next person, but lets face it, we can't own her stories, otherwise we wouldn't be on fanfic. This is only my second story, the first one no one reviewed, so please R &R!
"'Perhaps,' he said,' we should discuss our arrangements, then.'
Tessa, still feeling as if she were drowning, whispered,' Arrangements?'
'If you are going to be staying,' he said,' It would be to our advantage to be discreet. It might perhaps be better to use your room. Jem tends to come in and out of mine as if he lives in the place, and he might be puzzled to find the door locked. Your quarters on the other hand-'"
But Tessa couldn't take the rambling anymore. She reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
Tessa gasped as Will lifted her off her feet and carried her down the labyrinth of halls to his bedroom. As he closed the door behind her she took the brief second to look around at his room. It was of the finest in the institute, though it wasn't as if Will was the one who up-kept it, he left that job for Sophie, their once beautiful servant who was among the few people who had The Sight, and were able to see the Shadow World.
She looked back at him to find his beautiful, deep brown eyes searching her face, for what, she did not know. "What?"
"You are beautiful. The most beautiful in London, hell, the most beautiful in…"But she couldn't stand to be separated from him a moment longer. She released his grasp on her waist, forcing him to put her on the ground. He let go, but as soon as she hit the floor his hands were right back at it, exploring her body so intimately, it was all she could do to control herself. She pressed even closer to him, crushing herself into him in hopes that they could become one, and he suddenly lifted her up and onto his bed, their lips never leaving one another's the whole time.
She lifted her hands to undo the buttons on his shirt and when his fingers reached the buttons on her dress, his eyes searched hers for permission. Just as she was about to give into him, a wave of uncertainty washed over her. This was what she had wanted, but something wasn't right. Will seemed to sense her becoming reluctant and so he pulled away and looked her in the eye. "Is something the matter? Is this not what you wanted?"
"No, no it's nothing like that it's just…"
"Just what?" he urged her to finish the sentence, but she honestly didn't know what. So instead she replied, "I guess I'm just not ready for this, William, I'm sure you can understand." She searched his face for any clue as to what he was feeling, but got nothing.
"Well, then. I suppose we should head to the dining room. Supper, I'm sure is ready 'bout now." He stood up, and without another word left the room, expecting her to follow, and that's exactly what she did. The walk to the dining room was silent and Will looked as if something was deeply troubling him. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but decided better of it. Whatever it was, she was sure that if she brought it up, it would only make matters worse, so she just let him be angry. When they got to the giant doors that led to the dining area, Will stopped and turned to her. "Listen, Tessa. There's something I need to tell you."