The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months. Christmas and New Years were quiet affairs in the Tietjens-Wannop home. Valentine's dismissal from her position was not a surprise to Christopher; he knew the ton were bound to talk. Especially if Sylvia had anything to do about it. Christopher's chest squeezed tightly as he remembered coming home that evening in December to find Valentine waiting for him. He remembered seeing her red-rimmed eyes and flushed face, and he knew something had happened, he just wished he had been able to be with her sooner. Of course, Valentine tried to spin the travesty to be a good thing by trying to convince him they didn't need the housekeeper they had discussed earlier in the day. Christopher, however, countered her arguments by stating he would not want to see her toiling all day. He would prefer he spent her time caring for her mother and engaging in her interests, such as volunteering at the orphanage she had told him about and the women's equality movement she had always been involved in. Valentine finally relented and agreed to continue with retaining the new housekeeper.
Christopher visited Mark, who was still struggling with the chest infection he had when Christopher last visited over a month prior. He advised Mark his desire to engage a housekeeper at the Gray's Inn flat, but he needed someone who could be trusted, discreet. Mark understood Christopher's dilemma, advising he would make some inquiries. A few weeks later, after interviewing several candidates, Christopher and Valentine agreed to offer the position to a middle-aged woman, named Madeleine, who had recently lost her husband to sickness and her son to the war. She seemed unfazed by Christopher and Valentine's relationship when asked, by stating, "Well now, life is too short to wait for perfection, now is it." Madeleine, who preferred to be called Maddie, also had the added benefit of being from Yorkshire area, and knew about Groby and the horrible fact that the Great Groby Tree had been felled. Her emotion at the fact, her tragic situation, and genuine warm nature drew Christopher to her, and after a short discussion, Valentine agreed they should offer Maddie the position. The position included a private room with a bed, a writing stand, linens, and a hipbath. Maddie would have Sunday day and Wednesday evenings off for personal errands, and a monthly salary of three and half pounds. She would be responsible for the general cleaning of the home, the washing, and the cooking, although Valentine made it clear she liked to cook herself. It was a fairly generous salary, given the amount of work expected and the time off allowance, but since a certain trust and discretion was needed, Christopher preferred to ensure their housekeeper could not be easily bribed for information.
Soon Maddie proved to be an excellent addition to the household. It freed up a lot of time for Valentine, which allowed her to spend time more with Christopher without having to be running about at the same time. Every morning Maddie would bring the day's mail to Christopher at the dining table. And each day Valentine watched, as she knew Christopher looked for a note from Michael. Nothing again. Valentine sighed silently, thinking it had been too long for Michael to not have written back. Perhaps Christopher should call Groby and talk to Michael. The single phone in the flat was in on the credenza in the front hallway. It rarely rang, except from the furniture store or Mrs. Wannop. Something had to be done, Valentine thought. A few nights this month, Valentine had been woken by Christopher calling out his son's name in his sleep; she dare not mention it to Christopher, he was so worried as it was.
As if on cue, the telephone began to ring in the hallway, the sound startling Valentine from her musings. Christopher turned to see Maddie walk to answer the offensive mechanism. Christopher was not a fan of the invention, but it had some useful purposes being in the home. Maddie returned to the dining room, "Telephone call, sir. It's Mr. Macmaster." Maddie announce softly. Christopher paused as he scooted the chair back from the table. He had not spoken to Macmaster since he had returned. He had seen him about, mostly leaving for the day from Gray's Inn. However, that had not actually spoken.
"Excuse me." Christopher stated as he walked into the hallway. Maddie began clearing away the breakfast dishes as Valentine waited for Christopher to return. Valentine heard the receiver click back into its cradle as Christopher walked back to the dining area.
"What did Macmaster want?" Valentine queried innocently, toying with the empty cup and saucer still sitting on the table. Christopher returned to his seat, finishing off his remaining coffee in one gulp. He enjoyed coffee more in the morning than tea.
"He invited me to lunch. I suppose I need to engage him. Can't hide forever." Christopher noted quietly, resetting his cup into its saucer.
"Just be careful, my dear. I know he is your friend, but sometimes things change, and you don't even know when or why." Valentine spoke earnestly, remembering her altercation with Macmaster's wife, Edith. She had accused Valentine of having had Christopher's bastard child. At the time, she had been horrified, but conversely deep down how Valentine had wished it was true.
"Did something happen while I was away?" Christopher's eyes narrowed at Valentine's archaic comment.
"I had a disagreement with Edith." Valentine explained, "about you." Christopher nodded acknowledging Valentine's comment. He didn't need to hear the sordid details. It did not take a genius to deduce the reason of the disagreement, since he was aware of any number of rumors drifting about in the ether about him.
"Well, I am sure that is all in the past now." Christopher patted her hand softly, rising from his seat and straightening his suit jacket. "Well, I am off. There is a large shipment arriving today at the port today. And there's lunch with Macmaster." Christopher stated blandly. Valentine watched him as he turned to leave, however he paused and returned to Valentine.
"Do have a beautiful day, love." Christopher whispered as he wrapped his hand around the back of Valentine's neck and kissed her the top of her head.
"Love you." Valentine responded sweetly as Christopher turned to leave. Valentine turned to see Maddie standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a sad, sweet expression on her face. Maddie moved forward into the dining area.
"I hope you don't mind me sayin' this, but Mr. Tietjens is a right fine gentleman." She looked cautiously at Valentine, gauging her response to a somewhat impertinent comment by an employee. Valentine smiled at Maddie, looking back at the now empty hallway. "Yes. Yes, he is."
Christopher met Macmaster at The Ivy, a place they had gone many times in the past. They both enjoyed the excellent selection of scotches and whiskeys they served, as well as the bangers and mash. It was almost exclusively patronized by government men, which he was no longer, but it was a good place for them to meet without threat of gossip.
The conversation flowed naturally and freely between Christopher and Macmaster. Both were genuinely enjoying themselves.
"How is Valentine?" Macmaster asked in his deep Scottish accent. Christopher tensed a bit, but he knew that Macmaster was not looking for gossip to spread, just a genuine curiosity regarding Valentine's well-being.
"She is well." Christopher explained flatly, but continued. "And radiant. And gentle. And possess such a keen mind, Macmaster. There are times I could talk to her about anything, everything, for hours."
"Talk, eh?" Macmaster joked. Christopher gave him a mock warning glare over his glass of scotch at his friend, Macmaster.
"Eh Chrissie. I want you to have these." Macmaster pulled to slips of paper from his coat pocket. Christopher picked them up and saw they were for a play in Leicester Square at the end of the week. Christopher looked to his friend questioningly.
"I had a mind to take Edith, but she told me it would be better if I gave them to you and Valentine. I know that you haven't been out much together since you returned." Christopher knew that must mean to the gossips that Valentine and he were holed up in there den of immorality, doing all manner of things to each other. However, Macmaster was right, they hadn't done much, and they need to deal with the reality of their situation.
"Perhaps a play would be a good thing." Christopher agreed. "Thank you, Macmaster." Christopher was glad to have his friend back. It would be nice to chat with him occasionally, even though his wife Edith kept him very busy most of the time.
"You should stop by the flat after the play. I had forgotten Edith had planned a late supper party that night. Another reason I need to give the tickets away." Macmaster explained. "Now, I know what you are going to say, but it will be just a few people, Chrissie. Hardly the crème-de-la-crème of the ton. And Edith so would like to see Valentine." It was true what Macmaster stated, Edith had suggested giving the tickets to Christopher and inviting him to the party. She listed all the reasons Christopher and Valentine should take the opportunity, which Macmaster agreed and repeated to his friend, Chrissie.
Christopher, for his part was cautious, not because he thought there was anything nefarious afoot with Macmaster's offer. But Christopher knew something had happened between Valentine and Edith that troubled him. However, that had to be months ago, maybe a year by now. Possibly enough time had passed to salve the wound. Either way, they need to face the reality of their relationship when interacting with society. He was still a nobleman, if only in name and title.
Christopher placed the tickets into his suit pocket. Macmaster clapped his hands in appreciation. "So will I tell Edith you are coming then?"
"No, I don't want to make any promises without discussing it with Valentine. But I will try to be convincing that we should make an appearance. If only in appreciation of your gift of the theatre tickets." Christopher announced smartly.
"Good show!" Macmaster raised his glass to Christopher, both of laughing deeply. Their laughter trailed off, as Macmaster looked solemnly at Christopher.
"I'm really glad you made it back, Chrissie."
"As am I." Christopher responded as he drained the last of his scotch.
The evening of the play arrived. Christopher had convinced Valentine that they needed to do this. That they could not spend the rest of their lives in hiding. What they were doing, making a life together, was nothing to hide from the world, Christopher was convinced. However, he knew it would not be easy, at least not in the beginning. But they couldn't back down from the decision they had made.
Valentine decided she would "embrace" her potential new role as the inamorata in society, but she did not want to cause too much of a stir, but she also didn't want to just fade into the background. She needed to strike the right balance of confidence, elegance, and loveliness for the play and anything else that might happen. Christopher had been adamant that she spend some of the money she had saved on herself, but she had yet to find a reason to do so. Plus, she didn't feel right shopping for new, pretty things with so many people going without. But now she had a reason, and she resolved to spend some of the money. However, Valentine had no idea where to go to buy the type of clothing she wanted to buy. She needed a guide, someone who could show her where to go without fear they too would be seen like her. Then, she thought of it….Marie….Mark's mistress. She could tell her where to go. Yes, yes. I will go to see her and ask for some recommendations, Valentine thought. She only had a few days, so she hoped she could find something that did not require a lot of tailoring.
Valentine was happy to discover Marie was more than gracious to help her. Marie was an actress and a dancer, but scandalous professions for a young woman. Marie gathered Valentine to her personal carriage and told the driver to go to Knightsbridge. The carriage started forward, but Valentine had second thoughts.
"I don't think I can go to Knightsbridge." Valentine stated anxiously to Marie.
"Of course you can, you are going there now, silly luv." Maria stated as she checked her face in a mirrored box Mark had given her when they started their affair so many years ago.
"No, I mean, I don't think it would be proper." Valentine explained. Marie looked at Valentine, snapping her mirror closed sharply, signaling her irritation.
"Tell me what is not proper about it?" Marie asked sharply, her French accent more pronounced. "Is it you or me, that you are ashamed with?" Valentine sat back a bit, considering the woman's question.
"Neither. It is just that…" Valentine stammered, but Marie interrupted her.
"You asked for my help, and I am glad to give it." Marie softened her tone and looked directly at Valentine as she continued. "You are a good girl. I am not. However, good girl or bad girl, the first thing you must realize is that people will see what they want to see. It will not matter how strenuously you argue, or how valid your argument is, you will never convince them otherwise of their reality." Marie glanced out the carriage windows, watching the upper class people walk along the Mall. "These people will never accept you and Christopher. Christopher has done that which is more egregious that losing your fortune or title, he has thumbed his nose at them, more than once I might add." Marie chuckled as she remembered Mark regaling her with Christopher's latest faux pas.
"So we should leave London immediately. Skip the play, the party. We can't stay locked up in our flat all the time." Valentine announced. Maria reached across the carriage, placing her hand on Valentine's knee, trying to calm her.
"My dear, I said they would not accept you and Christopher, but that does not mean they would not engage you." Maria's eyebrow shot up intriguingly, Valentine leaned forward intently. "I have been doing this for a long time, Valentine. Mark will never marry me you see since I am a papist bitch as he puts it. And there is only one thing the ton loves more than money, and that is scandal."
"I don't understand." Valentine was confused. Marie flipped her hair back dramatically, laughing.
"I know it is confusing. The people can be. Talking about propriety and domesticity, all the while every single one of them are anything but."
"Pulling the strings of the shower bath." Valentine whispered as she remembered Christopher saying the same to his wicked wife. Marie laughed energetically, "YES! Yes, that's it. That is exactly it."
"The trick is to not play their game." Maria advised. "Keep the water either ice cold, probably not the best choice for either of you, or you keep the water hot." Valentine did not understand Marie's meaning.
"My dear, you can play the cold, heartless mistress, dismissing everyone around you." Maria explained softly. "Which comes in handy when faced with an equally cold-hearted wife or ex-lover." Valentine immediately thought of Sylvia. "Or you can play the hot, sensuous lover, whom everyone wishes they could have or be." Valentine was not sure she was comfortable with that thought.
"For you, I think you should be somewhere on the warm side. Not sooo hot, at least not in public, that you seem doubtful. But not too cold, except when faced with a stray dog needing to be kicked away from your man." Valentine giggled at Marie's apt description.
"Well, how do I do that?" Valentine asked shyly.
"You go to Knightsbridge, my sweet." Marie winked at her impishly.
The day was very fun for Valentine. She had few friends that would be interested in fancy clothes, hairpins, and handbags. Frankly, Valentine felt a bit guilty by buying the beautiful things. A betrayal of her feminist principles. She confessed these feelings to Marie who sipped her champagne on the settee in the shop foyer while the adjusted one of the fine dresses Valentine decided to purchase.
"When going into battle, you must have the right armor. And this," Maria waved her hand at the dress now being fitted to Valentine's petite frame, "is the right armor. Surely your suffragette self can concede the logic in that?" They both laughed at Marie's cheeky response.
The day of shopping had been a success. Valentine felt like she was ready to face whatever might happen that evening with grace. She hoped Christopher would also enjoy the dress as well. In a few days, she would know for certain.
The evening for the play arrived. Christopher was in high spirits for the night's engagements. He had sought out the cabman he once took to the office prior to the war in order to hire his horse-drawn cab for the night. He had thought to take the new underground tube system he had heard Macmaster rave But, but he selfishly wanted to see his exquisite Valentine under the stars in the light of the half-moon now rising above the city. The weather was cool, but not cold in London as he walked up the front steps of his flat's building. If the temperature held, it would be splendid evening for a quiet ride through Hyde Park. The thoughts brought a half smile as he unlocked the door to the building.
Upon entering the flat, he was greeted by Maddie, the housekeeper, which surprised Christopher, as Valentine was typically the one to greet him.
"'ullo, Sir? Take your coat?" Maddie offered kindly.
"No, Maddie, I can manage. Is Miss Wannop about?" Christopher asked as he shrugged out of this lighter overcoat, throwing it over his arm, and walking curiously into the main living area in search of Valentine.
"Yes, sir. She's upstairs, preparin' for your evenin' out." Maddie answered expectantly. She liked her employers, who were a gentle and loving couple. The work was simple and the home she lived was quiet. "Val…Miss Wannop had me lay out your tuxedo for you sir. I'm no valet, but I brushed it out right good." Christopher smiled as Maddie took the overcoat from his arm to hang in the front closet. "And I had your Oxfords polished up too."
"Thank you, Maddie. It seems you can be relied upon to think of everything." Christopher replied.
"Twas'nt my doin', sir. Miss Wannop advised what needed doin'." Maddie announced as she walked to the front closet. Maddie returned to Christopher. "She asked me to have you not enter your bedroom, asked if you could dress the dressing room next to the bath room. She wants to surprise you with her new dress." Maddie advised enthusiastically. "If you don't be needin' anything more, sir. I'd like to go and help Miss Wannop with her 'air." Christopher nodded his agreement as he started to unbutton his suit coat. Dress? Valentine did not tell me about a dress she had purchased. Christopher thought.
"I suppose it will be a night of surprises for all." Christopher spoke softly to himself, smiling, as he glanced above him and absently patting the object in his suit pocket.
An hour and a half later, Christopher was waiting in the main living area, drinking a scotch by the fireplace. He was dressed in his finely tailored black dress coat, with white bow tie, white low-cut waistcoat and starched wing collar shirt. The coat hugged closely to Christopher's tall form body and had detailed in the seams. The pointed lapels were silk satin. The cuffs had four buttons each. The fronts cutaway at a sharp angle and the tails had a single vent. Valentine had laid out the red garnet shirt studs from his valet chest to wear for the evening. Christopher smiled at the detail she had paid in choosing the studs, for these were his favorite, a gift from his late mother.
"Are you ready, Christopher?" Valentine called from the upstairs landing.
"Yes! We must leave soon to avoid the crush at the theatre." Christopher announced, waiting expectantly for his lover.
"Close your eyes." Valentine called to him. Christopher obliged and closed them. "Are they closed?"
"Yes. Now come down so I may see you." Christopher called anxiously.
"No peeking." Valentine called back menacingly. Valentine walked softly down the stairs, Christopher could hear the sound of her low-heeled slippers and the rush of the fabric of her dress. It sounded like beads whispering in unison as the fabric swayed as Valentine descended. How he wished he could open his eyes to see her.
Valentine paused at the third step from the bottom of the stairs. Her breath caught at the beauty of her Christopher. She had to admit, he cut quite a fine example of British manhood. And he is mine, Valentine thought naughtily.
"You can open your eyes." Valentine whispered.
Christopher opened his eyes to a vision of loveliness. His breath caught a bit in his chest as she looked at his sweet Valentine. Her air was upswept, the interwoven lengths of her hair dotted with pearls and a large white flower on one side. Her face was lightly feathered with cosmetic touches, but nothing drastic, since Valentine was naturally beautiful. But her lips were a wonderful shade of rose. Christopher wanted desperately to press them to his own. And the dress! It was a magnificent combination of elegance, boldness, and beauty. The skirt of the dress was triple-tiered and was made of luxurious and richly decorated blush pink matte silk with a silver gray net overlay embroidered with silver gilt thread and bugle beads. The bodice was boned with vivid dark red ruched silk velvet. The sleeves were ruched as well, with matched fabric and design of the skirt. The dress had a slight train that allowed the dress to sway softly but was not unmanageable. Christopher licked his dry lips as he took in the beauty before him. Long white matte satin gloves covered her hands and arms up to the elbows. Bold and modest at the same time, Christopher thought, only his Valentine could succeed at such an attempt. Christopher moved forward, taking each of Valentine's hands and slowly turning her to see all of her attire. Perfect was all Christopher could think of.
"I see now why you laid out the garnet studs." Christopher advised. Valentine leaned in close to Christopher; mouth barely a feather from his.
"I take it you like it." She state breathlessly.
"It is exquisite. You are exquisite." Christopher whispered before kissing her sweetly on her lips. Christopher pulled away suddenly, "I don't want to ruin your lovely lip stain."
"I can reapply it. But you should be more concerned with wearing it yourself." Valentine advised as she pulled a handkerchief from her small handbag, wiping the rose lip stain from Christopher's lips lightly. "There, no harm done." She announced, replacing the handkerchief in her bag. "Shall we go?" Valentine asked expectantly. Christopher nodded. Maddie appeared quite unexpectedly with a dark gray evening wrap for Valentine. Christopher advised he would not be needing an overcoat this evening, placing the silk and satin tophat upon his head.
"Good evening, Maddie! Don't wait up." Valentine called as she giggled a bit as they exited the flat. Maddie giggled to herself as she decided to retire for the evening.
Valentine was elated when saw the horse-drawn hansom cab waiting for them. "I had thought of taking the underground Tube Macmaster was raving about, but I thought…" Christopher spoke as he helped his ladylove in into the cab, climbing in after her, "this is much more…intimate…for a romantic evening." Valentine smiled at his courteous.
"I'd kiss you right now, but I fear I will run out of lip stain before the end of the evening." Christopher's deep laugh at her comment could be heard as the cab rode towards Leicester Square.
Three hours later, having had dinner at Claridge's and seen a wonderfully entertaining play, Pygmalion, without incident, Christopher and Valentine began to relax a bit about what society might think of them. At first at the play, Valentine thought she saw, and heard, people whispered and looking in their direction. However, she remembered what Marie had told her…"don't play their game." So she forgot about everything around her except Christopher and the play.
They decided to make an appearance at Macmaster's. They both agreed it was the least they could do in light of the wonderful theatre tickets. And Valentine was anxious to see Edith again. She missed her, and she had been the one to tell her that Christopher was back. If it hadn't been for Edith, Valentine may not have been able to reach out to Christopher. Who knows what may have happened at that point. As the rode in silence, Christopher suddenly remembered the item he had placed in his pocket earlier in the evening. He had meant to give it to Valentine at the flat, but the her appearance in her gorgeous dress had made him totally forget about the small gift.
"Damn it." Christopher whispered annoyed. Valentine looked at him with concern.
"What is it?" Valentine queried. Christopher turned Valentine, taking her hand. He looked down and saw the white satin gloves. Bugger it, Christopher thought. He had hoped to just slip the gift on her finger, but the gloves would not allow it. Valentine witnessed his face fall slightly in disappointment.
"Darling?"
"Valentine, you have made me so happy these past months. I am a whole man again. And although we cannot be wed before the eyes of society, I believe the good Lord brought us together. Kept me alive through the war so we could be together." Christopher announced as Valentine listened intently as he pulled a small object from his dress coat pocket. "When I saw this, after my mother passed, I knew one day I would give it to you." Christopher placed a beautiful small silver and platinum garnet ring with small diamonds encircling it, into Valentine gloved palm. "Please say you will wear it, as a symbol of my love for you now and for all eternity?" Christopher asked, closing her small hand around his gift.
"Oh, Christopher. It's absolutely gorgeous." Valentine cried, opening her hand and gazed at the ring and its fine filigree details on the each side of the setting. It must be very expensive, she thought, she wasn't sure if it was right for her to wear it. But she decided it would be worse to reject it. "I love it. And I will wear it, because it will always remind me of this night. Thank you." Christopher nodded in acknowledgement, tipping his had slightly.
"Oh, no!" Valentine cried. Christopher looked at her expectantly. "I am wearing these infernal gloves and if I put the ring on, no one will see it." Valentine stated making a pout with her lips. Christopher reached across and took the glove off her left hand.
"It matters not to me if it can be seen. Just that you wear it." Christopher spoke earnestly as he slipped the small ring on her third finger on her left hand. Valentine smiled, replaced the glove as they arrived at Macmaster's.
Macmaster's home was a din of activity. As Christopher and Valentine made their way into the parlor, Vincent Macmaster greeted them both warmly.
"Chrissie!" Macmaster shouted as he shook his friend's hand.
"Evening, Vinnie." Christopher reverted to his friend's first name only occasionally.
"Valentine, you are a vision." Macmaster noted Valentine's attire and blush upon her cheeks as he embraced her.
"Thank you." Valentine responded. While Edith had been Valentine's friend once, she had not known Mr. Macmaster very well. And she was technically employed by them once, so his informality toward her was a bit unnerving.
Macmaster ushered them into the party, many of the rooms were becoming overly hot, and so the windows had been opened to allow some cool air in. Valentine and Christopher saw the mass of people about. Valentine was unsure who was friend or foe; however, Christopher scanned the room looking for any signs of concern. Seemed Macmaster had been right about who would be at the party. Christopher relaxed a bit, and ushered Valentine to a seat nearby. Macmaster suddenly appeared with two glasses of champagne. Valentine and Christopher accepted them graciously. At the same moment, Macmaster began to pull Christopher away from Valentine toward a group of older men standing in a group off to the side. Christopher started to object, looking back at Valentine. Then Edith appeared before Valentine.
"Valentine!" Edith exclaimed. "It had been too long since we last saw each other." Valentine watched as Christopher was helplessly pulled to the men's group, when she smiled at him reassuringly. She could handle Edith Macmaster.
Christopher looked back at Valentine and saw her smile. She was okay. Besides Edith was with her. They could talk and catch up. Perhaps clear the air regarding their disagreement they had. Christopher started to relax as the men began to discuss the war, politics, and a whole bevy of subjects Christopher knew Valentine would be equality interested in.
Edith waiting expectantly for Valentine's reply to her comment about it being too long since they had last seen each other. "Yes it has been too long." Valentine replied, Edith's concerned face draining away to a smiling one. "I believe the last time we saw each other you accused me of bearing Christopher's illegitimate child." Valentine stated quite blandly.
"I..I..I'm sorry Valentine. Truly." Edith stammered as Valentine, her one-time friend, looked at her expectantly, sipping her champagne slowly. "What I said wasn't right. I know that. That's why haven't reached out, I was so ashamed at my behavior." As you should be, Valentine thought.
"That..that's why I called you when I saw Christopher had come home. I knew you would want to see him." Edith spoke quickly and rapidly, watching Valentine. "Oh do please accept my apology. I want us to be friends." Valentine's resolve softened a bit.
"I forgive you, Edith." And her and Valentine embraced. Christopher witnessed the exchange, and was happy things had worked themselves out.
The night went on splendidly. Many of the ladies were questioning Valentine about her dressmaker. There was laughing and drinking, Valentine and Christopher were having a dandy time. Valentine had removed her gloves at some point and many around her commented on her ring. Valentine was nonchalant about it, but everyone knew who gave it to her.
At one point, a photographer moved about offering photos for 50 pence. A tidy sum, but one that Christopher felt was worth to commemorate the evening. The photograph suggested this pose and that. Finally, they decided on a pose where both of them would look at each other rather than the camera. The photographer was impressed, he advised that the processed picture, and if there were no issues with the photograph would be sent to their flat in a day or two. However, payment was due now.
At one point, Valentine boldly made her way to the group of men still chatting by the fireplace, while the ladies had exited to the parlor to escape the heat. The men remain content to remain where they were.
"Well, I think it atrocious. It's bad enough women over 30 have the vote. Now they can represent us in Parliament!" A crusty older man announced as Valentine walked up. The comment made the hackles on Valentine's back stand on end, if she had hackles, Valentine thought amusingly. Christopher acknowledged her arrival with a slight nod.
"Well, women do typically comprise more than 50% of Britain's population, and given the effects of the war, I dare say they now hold a rather large majority. So it would seem that if only by necessity, due to the lack of available men, women would have to step in to take their place." Christopher commented, sipping is third whiskey for the night. He glanced to Valentine who listened intently as the conversation progressed.
"Yes but the Dilution Agreement states these women who need to step up due to the war, but relinquish their positions once the war is over, but some refuse to do so." Noted another man about Christopher's age smoking a cigar. "Damn bloody nonsense."
"Well why should they relinquish what they have proven capable of doing?" Valentine questioned to the man as he puffed on his cigar. Christopher smiled and waited a moment, the man said nothing. "Two million women have arisen to the occasion to support this great nation, their fathers, brothers, husbands, and lovers so they could fight. And you would tell them to revert back to a traditional line of thinking barring women from their fundamental right to gender equality?" The men stood agape at Valentine's comments. Without another word, Valentine walked away, a slight smile on her lips as she realized she had won the argument.
Christopher had decided to gather up Valentine and return to the flat. The night had been wonderful and it was getting late. Christopher turned to leave the main party in search of Valentine. And then Christopher saw her.
"Christ, Sylvia." He whispered in horror. Sylvia walked into the room like a woman on a mission. And in deed she was on a mission. Her latest catch, or man, was walking drunkenly beside her, acting like a fool. Christopher could tell she was not happy. What on earth is she doing here? Christopher thought. And then, Sylvia spotted Christopher. She sauntered over to him as he stood up to his full height. He was not prepared this night for an altercation. Casually he looked about for Valentine. He hoped she would miss all of this.
"Darling! What an extraordinary coincidence. Meeting you here." Sylvia stated with honey sweetness.
"Sylvia." Was all he could muster without snarling? Sylvia scanned the room, and then looked at Christopher, literally devouring him with her eyes.
"Here alone?" Sylvia asked slyly, watching Christopher closely for his response. Just as he was about to speak, Christopher noticed Valentine enter the room, arm-in-arm with Edith, who was laughing. Valentine sees Sylvia and rages in anger. She yanks her arm from Edith. This was set up! She looked to Edith, who seemed equally horrified by the impending exchange at her supper party. Seeing Edith reaction, Valentine decides to deal with her later, gracefully walking toward Sylvia and Christopher. Sylvia noticing Christopher distraction turns to see Valentine.
"Not here alone, I see. But why would you be, right?" Sylvia stated annoyed. Valentine walked around Sylvia to stand next to Christopher, her right hand slowly reaching to hold Christopher's left hand. Sylvia watched as Christopher softly gripped with silent strength his mistress's hand. Sylvia's eyes scanned the young woman. No longer looking like a girl guide, are we, Sylvia thought. Sylvia noticed the garnet ring on Valentine's left and she almost broke the ivory fan gripped in her hands. It was all too much for Sylvia.
"I was not aware you were in London. Is Michael with you?" Christopher asked curiously, hoping his son was close by so he could go see him.
"I love your dress, Miss Wannop. Stunning. Is it CF Worth? Yes, I remember seeing it in the catalogue, like a season ago. Very expensive dress, Christopher must be keeping you in grand style." Sylvia laid her traps easily for Valentine, ignoring Christopher all together. "From what I hear, you are keeping him up in grand style." Sylvia laughed. Neither Valentine nor Christopher took the bait. The room had fallen to a hush, all eyes upon him.
"I believe Christopher asked you a question, Mrs. Tietjens." Valentine had to not gag on calling her Mrs. Tietjens. She should be Mrs. Tietjens, not her.
"Oh, the boy. Of course not! Why would I ever bring him here to London?" Sylvia answered in a flippant tone.
Christopher's shoulders seem to slump a bit at the realization Michael was not with Sylvia. He knew it was unlikely, but had hoped she would bring him just to flaunt him at Christopher. Christopher looked down at Valentine, a light squeeze to her hand signaling he was leaving. She nodded softly, then eyeing with deadly intent the ruination of their wonderful night. Sylvia watched in stunned silence as Christopher and Valentine slowly exited the part.
In the foyer of Macmaster's home, Christopher helped Valentine into her wrap. They were only a few yards away from their own home, so he had let the hansom cab driver leave for the evening.
"Chrissie! Chrissie! I had no idea she was coming tonight." Macmaster pleaded, Christopher looking solemnly at the top of the stairs where Sylvia stood peering down at him like a predator.
"What about Edith? You said this was her idea." Valentine asked pointedly. She knew Edith had become a social-climbing harpy, but she never imagined she would do this.
"I swear to you. Edith is the bedroom sobbing because of what's happened. She doesn't know how Sylvia discovered. She never dreamed she would even come if she did find out. Sylvia hates Edith." Macmaster explained.
"It's alright, ol' man. Thank Edith for the wonderful evening." Christopher ushered Valentine into the night air. He looked up at Sylvia, tipping his top hat slightly in silent good riddance.
Christopher and Valentine walked the few yards to their flat. The night was wonderfully cool, and Valentine was still overwrought with emotion from their confrontation with Sylvia. The walked in silence. Christopher was not sure what to say.
The arrived at the flat. It was warm and silent inside. A bit too warm, perhaps too quiet. Valentine walked up the stairs, with Christopher following quickly behind. It was stuffy upstairs, and Valentine moved to open the three windows in the bedroom. After she opened one, Christopher came into the bedroom from the adjoin dressing room, seeing her struggle with the second.
"Let me…." He announced as she opened the window without effort, and then the next. The half-moon light streamed in through the windows along with cool breezes. The streets were silent expect for a lone cab or motorcar that passed by.
Valentine slowly began undress. She removed her shoes, pearl pins from her hair, although it was still be held by others. Christopher for his part was changed into his pajamas and dressing gown in less time. Valentine hearing is slightly inebriated shuffling bare feet on the hard floor. Even though the night had ended not as well as she would have liked, it was still a wonderful night. She gazed at her beautiful ring and sighed.
Valentine struggled with the hooks on the back of her dress. Christopher seeing her starting to struggle walked to her to assist. He stood behind her by her ladies wardrobe slowly unhooking the back of the dress. Christopher could smell her fresh scent, a light citrusy aroma, like sunlight. Her scent never failed to excite him. Christopher finished unhooking the dress. It hung loosely upon Valentine soft, petite shoulders. The flower gone and her hair still up exposed her long graceful neck to Christopher.
Taking the lead, Christopher moved forward slightly, reaching to slide the arms of the dress off Valentine's shoulders. Valentine was forced to step backward out of the dress as Christopher held it up and away. It was a beautiful dress and he did want to see it damaged. Valentine in her silk camisole, long silk knickers, and silk stockings that he knew were being held by garters around her upper thighs. Christopher began by feathering light kisses on Valentine's neck and shoulders. Valentine held the dress before her, her head lulling back against Christopher.
"Put the dress away. Come to bed." Christopher whispered, leaving her to do just that. Valentine's hands shook with anticipation of their lovemaking. But tonight, she would try something new. When she had been with Marie on her day of shopping for tonight, Marie was quite plain spoken about the art of love. Valentine had told Marie she was well aware of the art of love through Dr. Stopes book. Marie had just laughed. Telling her if she wanted a clinical dissection of act of procreation then Dr. Stopes is excellent. But if she wanted to really understand the art of love, Marie told her to where to look. But in the meantime, Marie asked a few questions about Christopher, which frankly embarrassed Valentine.
"What type of lover is he?" Maria asked softly, seeing Valentine's unease. "Is he gentle, forceful, demanding?"
"He is very gentle, kind. He never demands. And he isn't forceful….except…." Valentine spoke nervously.
"Except when he is inside you, correct?" Marie asked casually.
"Yes. But he's not rough or angry. He just sometimes loses control a bit."
"Ahh. That is good. A passionate man. Like my Mark." Marie winked at Valentine knowingly.
"What positions has he taken you in?" Marie asked pointedly.
"Positions?" Valentine asked.
"My god, you have only made love in one way?" Marie questioned incredulously. Valentine wasn't aware there was other positions. Dr. Stopes had noted there was, but she had not given any specifics. Valentine was going to ask Christopher when the time was right, but they seemed to be enjoying what they doing now, that she didn't see the need. Marie the proceed to tell her all manner of ways to make love.
"Ways, my dear that your pretty suffragette heart will love and make you and your lover soar to new heights." Valentine did not believe it possible that there were ways her and Christopher could soar higher when loving each other. But she wanted to find out.
Valentine removed her camisole and long knickers. She decided to leave the silk stockings with the garters on under her pretty silk nightgown and negligee; another purchase Christopher had not seen yet.
Valentine re-entered the bedroom. Christopher was waiting in bed, the pillows up behind his head. Valentine paused in the doorway. Marie had told her to move slowly, let him see you. Want you. Valentine had not played the seducer yet in their relationship, but she liked the way it was feeling so far. Christopher sat up in the bed, his pajamas still on, watching her. Good, Valentine thought, she can undress him too.
Oh, god. A vision. Christopher watched as Valentine stood by the open window, the cool breeze lightly swirling her nightgown and negligee around her body. The cool breeze had caused her nipples to tighten and he could see the decedent evidence of her aroused body from where he sat. The moonlight made her nightgown almost diaphanous, he could see her body, and he could see the garters and the silk stockings she still wore. Where the garters red? Christopher thought. Slowly, she started to move forward. She pulled the pins one by one from her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. How he wished he could have pulled those pins himself. Valentine placed the pins in a small dish on the vanity. Then slowly slipped the negligee from her bare shoulders, pooling on the floor, further exposing her body to the moonlight and his eyes.
Valentine walked softly around the bed. Christopher followed her with his eyes. She could see the desire in them. His smile told her he was enjoying her little display. She walked around to his side of the bed. He still said nothing, although she could see his curiously. Christopher moves so his legs were hanging over the side of the bed, facing Valentine. Valentine moved forward between his knees, as she started to unbutton his pajama top. Christopher began to lightly stroke Valentine's waist, hip, thigh through the lovely nightgown. For her part, as Valentine would release each button, she would expose more and more over Christopher's chest, placing kisses and nip there. Christopher, for his part, leaned back a bit allowing Valentine greater access to his body. She had never been this forward, although she like to touch his naked body, she never used her mouth this much. Valentine could feel Christopher's erection against her belly. It made her stomach quiver with anticipation.
Christopher moved his arms slowly to move them from the arms of the pajama top Valentine had just expertly removed from his body. She continued to kiss, massage, and caress his chest. When she started to lap and suck at a nipple, he threw his head back in ecstasy, threading his hand into her hair as she continued to torture him with her mouth.
Valentine knew it was time. Christopher was ready. She stood before him and kissed him deeply. "Lie back, in the middle of the bed." Valentine requested. Christopher relented willingly. Slowly Valentine climbed up onto the bed. Valentine reached for the ties on Christopher's pajama bottoms, pulling them down his long legs and exposing his manhood to her. He was fully aroused by everything she was going so far, so she trusted her instincts.
That was what Marie had ultimately told her, follow her instincts and do what feels right and good. Forget proper, it wasn't a game of chess; it was a game of tennis, with two people giving and receiving their best.
Valentine knelt on the bed, straddling Christopher's legs. Christopher's breathing was ragged, and his eyes hooded as he watched Valentine. Unwilling to wait any longer, Christopher sat up pulling Valentine to him, kissing her passionately. His hands were everywhere at once. Riding up her thigh, molding her buttocks gently with his strong hands. Christopher moved to her neck, shoulders, kissing biting, she did the same to him. The nightgown was a barrier to him, but he used it to his advantage, palming Valentine's breast, feeling the silk slip and slide against her skin and his. Making her moan with pleasure. Christopher pulled her body up closer to him as he suckled her nipple through the silk fabric. The wetness making the fabric translucent. Valentine grasped his head to her, threading her hands into his hair, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Christopher had to have her. He wanted the nightgown gone. He gathered the fabric in his hands and gently pulled the wonderfully offending garment over Valentine's head. She was left in her silk stockings, held in place by her red garters at the tops of her thighs. Upon seeing the garters, Christopher cock hardened a bit more at the sight.
"They are red." Christopher smiled, whispering seductively. Valentine pulled his face to hers and began a deep kissing, love making with their mouths session as to not to be believed. At one point, Christopher wanted to roll over, putting himself on top, not wanting to postpone their release any longer. But Valentine had other plans.
Valentine scooted back out of Christopher's arms. Not waiting for a chance to change her mind she slowing reached down and touched her lover's cock, stroking it softly. She had done this before, the very first night in fact, but now she decided she would taste him as well. Valentine moved slowly down, looking at Christopher as she moved. He seemed to know what she was going to do, and his hands gripped the bedclothes in desperation and to control his burning arousal. No one had ever done that to him before, although he was aware it was done and how. Slowly he watched as Valentine wrapped her mouth around him. Christopher groaned in delight. As she moved her mouth in unison with her hand, Christopher moaned and growled in pleasure, the sweat beading on his chest and thighs. He did not want to disgrace himself. He begged Valentine to stop. She did, for she too wanted to find her release. Her body thrummed with arousal at his pleasure and her power to give him that pleasure. So this is what Cleopatra had done to bring the two most powerful men in the world, Caesar and Antony, to their knees. Feminism in its top form, Valentine though for a moment watching Christopher's breathing go back to normal.
Naked and powerful, Valentine decided she would take her pleasure from her lover and bring him the greatest joy he has ever know possible. Valentine crawled up Christopher's body, her hair trailing a path as she placed soft kisses and playful licks to a different place on his body. Christopher rose to his elbows watching her. Sitting up he brought her with him, gazing into Valentine's hungry, enthusiastic eyes. She wanted him and he wanted her. Christopher's hand traced the curve of her face, the line of her shoulder, the fullness of her breast, before lightly gripping each of Valentine's silk covered thighs. Valentine straddled his hips, feeling his manhood at her wet entrance. Her body ached to feel him inside her. Christopher eyed her questioning. She moved her hips a faction, his manhood brushing her entrance and send shockwaves through her body. Christopher understood then.
"All right my vixen." Christopher stated as he reached between them, adjusting himself to enter her. His manhood entered her smoothly due to her readiness for him. Christopher moved once, then twice, helped guide Valentine, encouraging her to move, finding the right rhythm. After a few unsure moments, Valentine started to move, without Christopher's help. The feelings radiating through her were hard to describe. She was both fluid and form; she did not know feeling like this existed. Slowly, Christopher laid back, allowing Valentine to ride him. This was no rough tumble; it was a sensuous ride of discovery. Christopher held back a long time, allowing Valentine to set the pace. He could feel, see and hear her climax building, his own carefully controlled as he waited for her. As the pressure built and the pleasure, Christopher's heels of his feet dug into the mattress in attempt to control his raging arousal and climax. But soon he could feel it.
"Valentine, oh god, yes, yes, yes" Christopher growled, lurching up and pulling Valentine to him in frantic need, thrusting into Valentine once and twice as he felt himself climax deep inside her body.
"Oh! OHhh! Ahhhhh! More, more." Valentine called softly feeling her climax come moments after Christopher and melting against him. Valentine could feel his manhood throbbing deep inside. How she hoped they could do this again very soon.