Chapter 9

William had walked in the dark streets of Toronto for minutes, trying to calm down. He was angry, but he also felt guilty. Guilty of having had words so harsh towards his wife. He wanted to hurt her as much as she did, and now he felt guilty. He knew that turn against her his own pain of her past actions had been a bad thing, but William could not prevent his words, his anger and pain.

He stood before the large white house, in a residential area of the city. He would solve one problem after another, and he would start with this one. On a firm step, he walked to the front door to ring. A plump woman opened and looked at him with wide eyes.

-Sir?

-Detective William Murdoch, Toronto constabulary , I must speak with Doctor Hatkins.

-Well, I ...

She had no time to answer that William rushed into the house, taking the path of the living room where he saw the light. He saw the doctor sat up in the sofa, reading the newspaper. He looked at him with incomprehension and he arose.

-Detective Murdoch, what ...

But Richard did not finish the sentence to feel William's fist in his face and collapsed on the floor.

-Do not approach my wife anymore, William growled a sour voice, giving him a glare before turning on his heel and left the house without a word and without looking back.

Once in the street, he breathed deeply massaging his hand for a moment. He had come in order to have a discussion with this man, but having him in front of him had brought him out of his gongs. He could not resist and he finally felt a little calmer. Satisfied, William smiled. Then he went back to the hotel. He still had half an hour of walking and wanted to take this time to put his ideas into places and think about how to act when he would be faced Julia again.


When he entered the suite, it was plunged into darkness. For a brief moment he thought that Julia was not there, but he looked in the room and saw that someone was lying in bed He then took off his hat, his jacket, his shoes, he opened his tie and vest while heading toward the bathroom. He looked toward the bed, Julia was asleep, her hair disheveled swallowing her face, plunged into the pillow of the young man. William had a shy smile, she always did that when he came home late and fell asleep before his return or when he worked in the living room and she could not wait to lie down. Without stop, William went into the bathroom and undressed to wear his pajamas. He refreshes, nursed his wounded knuckles and he rejoined the bed. He was reluctant to go to bed on the sofa, but tonight more than any night he needed to feel his wife against him, to take her in his arms, to convince himself that she was there, close. He sighed deeply and slowly he removed the sheets. He glided without taking his eyes off from Julia. She stirred in her sleep and turned instinctively toward him. He pushed one of her hair from her face strands and stroked her cheek tenderly, noticing the traces of tears were there. His heart clenched in his chest and without realizing it, he approached a little more to overhang her. His thumb redrew the outline of her lips and his fingers slipped behind her ear.

-Forgive me, murmured William lip, placing his forehead against hers, I love you Julia, I love you so much.

He moved away from her a little to notice her blue eyes sunk in his. His breath caught, and he remained there, motionless, his hand on the cheek of his wife and his eyes plunged into hers for long seconds. He saw the regret in her eyes, her love too. He gently caress her lips with his and kissed her tenderly. Julia did not push him and she slipped a hand into the neck of William to keep his face close to hers. He renewed his kiss, more deeply this time making his tongue dance with hers, pressing his body against hers. Then he buried his face in her neck when he filed tender and passionate kisses. Julia could not help pushing a few moans. With one hand, he opened the buttons of her nightgown to stroke fingertip her soft skin between her breasts. Julia arched and he felt her fingers touching his chest as she opened his pajama top. She slid on his shoulders and she sat up to kiss his neck while William's lips took the path of the breasts of his wife. Feeling his breath accelerate and Julia's chest rise in staccato rhythm of her breathing, he walked away from her to look at her. They exchanged a glance and very gently, so that the young woman had her hands on the belly of her husband, he went up her nightgown over her thighs, ensuring tenderly caress. She closed her eyes, sighing his name and he looked down at her femininity naked now. Julia's hands down the back of William to lower his pajama bottoms, just below his buttocks just enough to free his masculinity when she put her hands . He covered her body with his again and kissed her deeply when he took her. They pushed a groan at the same time. They exchanged a long, deep kiss which cut their breath, and after another tender glance, the dance began. They made love in this way, tenderly, gently, without bothering to undress completely, forehead against forehead, making sure to reach as possible. When they resumed their breath after reaching the point of no return, William still lying on Julia, she took the breathless voice in his ear.

-I love you William, she murmured, I'm sorry for what I've done. I always loved you, and I will never love anyone else.

He walked away from her just enough to meet her eyes, to see the tears running down her cheeks. He kissed them and left her body. He pulled up his pajama bottoms on his waist, he descended the nightgown on the thighs of Julia, but he does not close her nightgown. He played a few seconds with her blond curls before kissing her and then lie against her. He put a hand on her waist and the other on her breast. Then he snuggled against her, closing his eyes, still lying between the legs of his wife, enjoying the rhythm of her breathing became slow. She looked down at him, feeling the warm breath of William on the skin of her breast. She slipped her hand through his dark hair and massaged his scalp simply closed her eyes, relieved to feel the powerful body of the man she loved covering her body, glad he had made love to her in the most tender way, serene knowing that he forgave her and he loved her enough to do it.


to be continued ... ;)