His air of confrontation was equally matched by her as he stormed through the door "and what if I choose to stay?" he said darkly.

"It is not my decision, Sir, but I recommend that you leave" she firmly replied. "Why" he said. His tone implied that this was a statement rather than a question; the answer, or rather, reason filled the room with its tenseness. They were in love and it was not permitted.

His eyes dashed to the book she clutched in her hand, the corner peeping from behind her skirts. "What are you reading?" he enquired gently "I have been missing our discussions at Thornfield; it was my volume on Indian language that piqued your interest last time, yes?"

She reclined to lean against the wall, smiling slightly "I have missed them also" she admitted "this book is on the Romans"

As she turned to him again, she saw his eyes smoulder as they lay on her, gliding to her lips as he moved closer to her. "I've told you abut my Italian travels to an intimate degree" he said, looking down and smiling at the memory of his recitations: her eager, sharp, anticipating eyes that made him tell her more; made him divulge everything to her. She smiled also as she felt her body respond unexpectedly, she appeared to relish the extacious feeling that poured within her as she watched his body move slowly, each breath was traced by her.

"They have a skill for affection, Jane" he sleekly walked to her "especially in loving"

"Loving, Sir?" she whispered in response, glancing at his hands; rounded, vigorous… "They have there a curious science for the kiss". She could not decipher whether the deep, silken waves of his voice were being made intentionally, or whether this was the voice Mr Rochester habitually used with his lovers; wither way, she ached to wrap herself in it.

"Osculum is the kiss of acquaintances; the quick flitter of lips across the cheek… I think we could surpass such formality, couldn't we Jane?"

"Could you surpass such formality with Ms Georgiana, Sir?" she quipped. He smiled wickedly "is this jealousy I detect, my-" he snipped at his lip with his teeth, cursing inwardly "basium is a kiss of affection; a warm and sweet affair, but another kiss…" in one short stride he was inches from her; her eyes closed as she inhaled him "is known as sauvium" he finished, whispering sincerely and gently. She exhaled a quiet giggle "hardly a romantic word for such an act" she said. His arms, warm and strong slipped around her waist, softly pressing them together "it is beautiful, Jane" he was softly breathing her in, whispering in her ear "it is a deep and soulful thing… have you ever kissed a man, Jane?"

She was shuddering with arousal as he held her, her eyes shut, she merely shook her head. Swiftly, he drew his left arm tighter around her as he swept a right hand to caress the soft firmness of her cheek. "Jane…" he breathed, dipping his head to bury himself in the nook of her neck; his mouth open, his hot breath circling her, he stroked her skin with his lips as he huskily murmured her name.

Suddenly, he felt a tug at his hair yank him to face her. The want in her eyes burned him as she pierced him with her gaze; engulfing and devouring him utterly.

A quick flit of a second snapped shut the doorway to their unity as she somberly slid his arms off of her and retreated for the night.