John Bates watched his wife dance, enthralled by her every move. Lady Mary had said she was marvelous and she was right. She finished her dance and rejoined her group looking flushed and happy.
"Anna! That was amazing! When did you learn to reel?" Lady Mary gushed with jealousy over how happy her maid had looked, dancing as she wished she could do.
"Lady Rose taught me, earlier this week." Anna glanced at John who had not said a word, but was staring at her with total adoration.
The band started a slightly less lively song and Mary grabbed Matthew's hand. "This dance is fairly calm. Come and dance with me, just this one."
"Mary..." Matthew warned his wife, but allowed her to drag him out into the crowd.
Anna turned to her husband. "Well, what did you think of your surprise?" She asked cheekily.
John took a deep breath. "I think that you look flushed. We should go outside so you can get some air."
Anna recognized the look in his eye and the set of his jaw and knew that her mission had been a success. He had been out of prison for a year, almost as long as he had been there, but they both still felt like they had a lot of lost time to make up for. John had been amazing during their first private moments together, gently revealing the wonders of intimacy to her. She had been keen to reciprocate, wearing garters and trying to find other ways to tantalize and seduce her husband.
The look on his face as he led her out of Duneagle Castle into the cool Scottish night was thoroughly tantalize and seduced.
They walked in silence for a short distance, until they rounded the wide pillar that supported the upper walkway of the castle.
Anna was no more out of sight of the house than John was on her hungrily, his hot mouth on her throat a delicious contrast to the cold stone against her back.
Anna moaned as John groped under her skirt in the dark. He growled against her neck, eliciting a giggle from her. "John," Anna breathed.
"Yes, my love?" Anna could tell that John was having a hard time talking and she loved that she could push him that far out of control. "Do you think if we make our baby in Scotland, it will inherit all of your Scottish blood?"
John's concentration was broken as he laughed as well. He leaned his forearms on the stone on either side of her head and leaned close to her. "Yes. Absolutely. We will have to name it Duncan or Kenneth if it was a boy, Moira or Freya if a girl. She would be beautiful, dark haired child with a brough thicker than Mrs. Hughes, despite the fact we would raise the wee lass in Yorkshire."
He resumed kissing her neck, though his pace was much less frantic than it had been. They were after all, in public, more or less. Anna however, had other plans. "John." She breathed again, pulling his mouth to hers for a hot kiss. "Let's make a little Scottish Bates tonight."
There were no more words spoken between them after that as they came together for a little Duncan or Freya while the people still dancing in the house were none the wiser.
