Again, the sound of rain was all that could be heard. Lucy could scarcely believe the words he had uttered. She lowered her eyes quickly. Jekyll, his hands still supporting his weight on the table, lowered his head.
Lucy walked slowly to his side. With each step, the clack-clack-clack of her shoes rang out on the hard floor. Jekyll's head was still down when she gingerly reached a hand out to touch his cheek. Her breath left her body in a soft whoosh. The skin at his cheek was so smooth and soft, and she marveled at the texture as her fingers softly stroked his skin. She did not notice his hands grip the table edges tightly.
"Lucy, please stop." He said between clenched teeth. Lucy did not stop, instead, she now caressed his face lovingly, adding her other hand.
Henry slowly turned his face to hers, and stood, facing her, mere inches from her face. As she reached for him, he gently grasped both wrists before her fingers made it to his face.
"Lucy… I must dress for the Wickersham's party. I have to make an appearance."
Lucy nodded. He had told her this several times this past week. Still he gripped her wrists. A moment passed between them as they stared at each other. Lucy's eyes smoldered, deliberately seducing him with her gaze. He slowly lowered her arms, still holding the wrists and leaned in to her lips.
His lips were warm, gentle yet firm. He was hungry for her, and she was for him, too. Having heard that he could not help but think of her; it was all she could do to not tear his clothes off and melt into him, right there on the cool floor of his lab.
"Lucy…". He uttered her name, but it was no more than a whisper. Her mouth found his earlobe, his neck, and he let out an animalistic cry. With a swift movement, he knocked all his notebooks to the floor, and then, his hands about her small waist, lifted her onto his laboratory table.
His hands went to her back, as she pulled him to her. Her legs, which dangled over the sides of the table wrapped around his strong back, as her mouth sought out his. Their kissing became feverish, heated, and in an instant, he was above her, pressing her into the table with his weight.
There was no room for regret. No space in his head for any other thoughts, save Lucy. It was as if in this moment he had been reborn. Finally, a person in the world who was his emotional, spiritual, and physical counterpart. His mouth found hers again, as she let out a small whimper, and then they were moving towards ecstasy, and the HJ7 was suddenly the farthest thing from his mind. The rain continued, and Henry Jekyll was for a moment, at peace.