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Chapter 10

Roland watched Grace as she slept. Peace seemed to rest over. It was a good to see her at peace. She had been scared, unhappy and stressed over the course of the today, and all these emotions had been shown on her face. Now, as she slept, he could only see calm, on her face, with a few smiles and sighs on contentment, as she burrowed further into his shoulders. He could see the moonlight pouring into the room-through the cracks in slats of wood that made up the cabin-but didn't have the heart to wake her.

Grace broke his trail of thought by turning in his arms. He then smiled as she moaned in annoyance at the moonlight pouring into the room.

"Good morning." He whispered into her hair

Again she moaned.

"Come on darling, settle back down. We need to get some sleep." He told her "Purbright will be coming to find us soon."

This made Grace sit up straight, in an instant.

"What time is it?" she asked anxiously

"Still early, but Purbright is sadly an early riser." He informed her

Grace looked around and saw the moonlight. She then turned back to him in annoyance.

"Roland, the sun hasn't even risen yet. It's still dark outside!" she shouted

"Grace, don't shout." He shushed her

"You were the one who woke me up. Maybe next time you shouldn't wake me up." She said moodily, settling back onto the bed

"You know that you love me really." He told her simply

"Oh, do I? I might just end up changing my mind. Be warned, you may find the rest of the night is spent on the floor."

"Will you be there with me?" he asked cheekily

She scowled at him and shoved him hard in the chest. This resulted in him falling off the edge of the bed, and tumbling onto the floor below.

He moaned in pain, as she leaned off the edge of the bed looking at him, sprawling on the floor. Her face betrayed no sense of amusement, but the sparkle in her eyes didn't seem to send the same message. She then settled on the bed, not giving him another look. Roland picked himself up from the floor and dusted himself off. He then stood over the bed, looking at Grace with, mock severity.

"Ouch!"

"You brought it on yourself." Grace simply explained to him

"How?" he asked in astonishment

"You shouldn't have taunted and mocked me. At least you've learned something now."

He looked grumpy as he asked what he had learned.

"You have learnt that you shouldn't push me over the line, because you end up with bruises."

"I was only being friendly." He looked innocent as he spoke

"Well you now know where it gets you."

"Why don't I try and make it up to you?" his voice turning husky, as he caressed her shoulder through her dress.

She looked up at him quickly. She placed her hand over his and guided it off her shoulder, back to his side. He took this as a rejection.

"I'm sorry Grace. I shouldn't have. I was far too forward." He stumbled over his words, quick to apologise

"Roland, it isn't that I don't want you. I do, truly, but I'm terrified that Purbright will find out." She explained

"Grace, I understand, I do." He tried to sound, like it hadn't affected him but she could see it had.

"Come here." She gestured him back to the bed, and into her arms. He climbed back onto the bed and settled into her arms. "Roland, you don't have to pretend."

He sighed

"It's just, I love you so much Grace. I want to make love to you. Purbright already believes that we've been sleeping together."

"What?!" she sat up immediately

"Apparently we have been sleeping together for several months now." He explained "Which is strange as I think I would remember it." he added as a joke

"Who told him that?"

"Probably, Margaret Quayle."

She fell back onto the bed.

"I know I shouldn't be, but I'm surprised."

He smiled sadly at her.

"You try to see good the good in people…"

"But my good nature is misplaced." She finished for him

"Not misplaced." He insisted

"Misguided then." she offered as an alternative "Whatever you want to call it, you think I trust people too easily."

"I still love you though." He confirmed

She reached up and kissed him. It started off as a chaste but as they kissed their passion grew. His tongue slipped gently into her mouth and her moan of surprise, spurred him on. Her hands ran over his chest, and up around his neck. His hands grasped her hips and wrapped then wrapped around her waist. She took his hand from her waist and the guided it up to her breast.

"Grace…" Roland looked at her, confusion written over his face.

"Well, we could at least be persecuted for something we have actually done." She smiled at him

"Oh darling." He kissed her again

He released her hair from its pins, so it flowed over her shoulders like a curtain of gold. She nuzzled against his shoulder, as he kissed a path down from her shoulder to her breasts. She managed to undo his tie and then started on the buttons of his shirt. Roland in return started on the buttons of her dress. He pushed the dress off her shoulders, at the same time that she rid him of his shirt.

"Grace, you are beautiful."

"I think you're slightly biased, Roland."

She smiled at him, and he returned it. He pushed her dress down and off her hips, exposing her to his gaze. She smoothed her hands over his chest and linked her hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. When he pulled away, Roland started to remove her corset. He exposed her slowly to his gaze. He kissed every inch of her body, worshiping her. When he removed her corset completely, he seemed breathless. He kissed her breasts, skimming fingers over the dark nipples that topped them.

"Sweetheart, do you know what you do to me?" he asked, regaining his breath

She placed a finger to his lips to silence him. She then started to undo his belt. She went slowly, like he had done with her corset, wanting him to enjoy the moment. She then started to undo the buttons on his trousers. When she pushed his trousers away from his hips, they were on equal terms, both only in their undergarments.

"Are you sure, Grace?" he asked

"I'm sure." She insisted

They removed their undergarments together. They were now naked with each other. Roland gave her an encouraging smile, when he saw that she looked nervous.

"I'm sorry." She apologised "I haven't…since…" she trailed off, leaving her emotions laying bare

"We don't have to, you know." He compromised with her "I can just hold you."

"Roland, I want to. I'm nervous, that's all." She told him

"I'll be gentle." He promised her

She returned his smile, and nodded for him to continue. He slipped into her, and stilled, giving her time to adjust. She smiled and placed her hands either side of his face and pulled him down for a kiss, moving her hips. He started to thrust, slowly again, letting her adjust, but she met his movements and encouraged him. He worshiped her breasts as he made love to her. The pair only stopped kissing when it was necessary. They soon both climaxed, falling into a sated heap, whispering quiet 'I love you's' into each other's shoulders.

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