Happy Birthday


Disclaimer: Based on the book "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie". Written for the 5trueloves LJ community, for the prompt "surprise!".


It surprised him that she wanted him – she, who could have any man she wanted, wanted him. That beautiful, fairy-like creature with hair like spun gold, bright blue eyes like sapphires, smooth, creamy skin like porcelain, wanted him, an ordinary singing teacher. He never knew what attracted her to him, but he was grateful for it all the same, for he loved her. All he could do was try to show her a bit of his love for her.

It was her birthday, June twenty-first, and he had arranged a small surprise celebration for her, just for the two of them. First they would go out in his boat, next, he would cook for her, and finally he would sing for her.

Everything went perfectly – she was utterly surprised by his little celebration for her, and thanked him many times. It was a perfect day for her birthday, in Gordon's opinion: bright, sunny, and with a cloudless blue sky. He made sure that they enjoyed the day – he served her birthday supper outside, on the verandah – and then sang to her as he served the dessert, a rich chocolate torte.

Afterwards, when the dessert was finished and he had brought the dishes in to the kitchen for the maid to take care of in the morning, he rejoined Jean on the verandah. She took a blanket from the back of a bench on the verandah and then took his hand, leading him out onto his wide lawn. Spreading the blanket out onto the grass, she kicked off her shoes and sat down on the blanket. She looked up at him, smiling.

"Join me, Gordon, please," she asked, stretching her hand up to him. He obliged her, discarding his shoes as well and sat down beside her. She lay back on the blanket, and he lay back with her, wrapping his arm around her as she leaned against his broad chest.

As they looked up at the night sky, a shooting star arched across the heavens.

"Make a wish, my dearest," Gordon whispered in her ear, and she turned to him, sprawling on top of him as she kissed him. He kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her open mouth and duelling with hers. She moaned lowly into his mouth as he grew hard against her abdomen, and she shifted so that one leg lay between his. His hands gripped the skirts of her dress and pulled them up to her waist as her nimble fingers made short work of his belt and trouser buttons, and she rolled off him for only a moment to allow him to lift his hips so that she could pull off his trousers. He slipped his hands underneath her skirts and pulled down her knickers, and she lay back on top of him, one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him, and he gripped her hips tightly as she lowered herself on top of him.

"Oh, Gordon!" she cried as he filled her, and her head fell back in her ecstasy. He watched her, his desire for this fairy-like creature growing with each second that passed. Without any 

warning, he rolled her onto her back, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he drove into her.

"Jean, Jean, Jean," he said her name like a mantra. "Jean, Jean, Jean..."

She came spectacularly, her body tensing, then growing limp with the force of her passion. As she came, he let himself go, collapsing on top of her as he climaxed.

He rolled over so that he would not crush her, and as he rolled, he grabbed an edge of the blanket to wrap around them, protecting them from the chill night air. She fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from their love-making, and he watched her sleep, even more beautiful asleep than awake. When he finally regained enough energy to move, he slid out of her embrace and wrapped the blanket fully around her before lifting her and carrying her into the house, to his bedroom. He laid her out on the bed, unwrapping the blanket and slipping her under the covers. She woke up briefly and smiled at him tiredly.

"Thank you, Gordon," she whispered.

"For what?" he asked her.

"For loving me," she said.

He chuckled. "As though anyone could help loving you," he said, amused. "Least of all me."

She smiled at him once more before yawning.

"Sleep, now, my dearest," he told her. "And happy birthday."