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Chapter 12

(Warning: Love scene in this chapter…well sort of. I think I'll raise the rating for this to M now. Just so you know, loves.)

Elizabeth was in the process of washing the dishes when her uncle entered the kitchen area.

"You don't happen to know how to remove a cat from pants, do you?" he asked her and Elizabeth looked down at his pant sleeve to see Ricky, her cat, chewing on her uncle's pants. She chuckled and shrugged.

"You can pick him up and off your clothes." She suggested and he groaned.

"I could also kick him away but I'm resisting the urge, young lady for your sake." He muttered as he picked the cat up and held him in arms length.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad." She chided as she continued washing the plates.

"Can't say I agree…" he muttered as he walked over to the table and sat down.

"Have you seen the Inspector at all?" he asked as he read his book. Elizabeth paused and her eyes widened.

"Um…not recently." She lied, wincing as she did so.

"Hmm…I saw him yesterday at the office…He seemed to ask a lot about you. He didn't visit you while I was gone, did he?" Godley asked casually.

"No…well…I did see him in the street but other than that no, he didn't come here." She lied, biting her lip hard enough to bleed.

"Hmm…it's better that way…He's my friend but he's not good for you. Not after all this…" he said gazing at her. Elizabeth swallowed and nodded as she kept her back to him.

"Of course…He did seem better now…didn't he?" she asked, not wanting to tell him about the cuts and scars she saw on Frederick's arms.

"Maybe…" her uncle trailed off and she remained silent after that.


"Elizabeth? Where is my other pair of glasses?" Godley called from his room.

"Inside your nightstand? Why?" she called as she looked up from her book. She was sitting in a chair close to the fireplace with a blanket draped around her.

"I lost the other ones!" he called and she could hear the sheepish smile in his voice. She chuckled and shook her head as she returned her attention to her book.

Some time later she heard his voice again.

"I'm going to sleep. Lock the door before you go to bed, yes, Elizabeth?"

"Alright. Good night!" she called, not looking up from the written pages.

She didn't realize how quickly the time passed so two hours later, she placed her book on the small table in front of her and sit up on the chair, stretching as she did so. She stifled a yawn and headed for the door to lock it before she headed for bed. After she locked the door she turned around to walk away. A loud bang against the door caused her to jump and yelp softly. She placed a hand over her heart and swallowed before she approached the door once again. Another loud knock arrived and she quickly unlocked the door, having an idea of who might be so late. She opened the door slightly and saw the familiar eyes of the inspector gazing at her.

"'Ello, darling…" he said loudly, slightly slurring his words.

"Frederick…?W-what are you doing here?" she asked him, her eyes drifting to the half empty bottle of gin in his hand.

"Came to see you! Won'you invite m'in?" he said loudly with a wave of his hand.

"Shh! Please, hush! He's going to hear you!" she hissed as she took hold of his arm and pulled him inside the house, not even considering leaving him outside alone. She shut the door while he took a look around the room before he leaned heavily against her back.

"Who's gonna hear me?" he breathed against her ear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"My uncle and your best friend, Frederick."

"Oh, him!" he spat with a look of disdain as she turned around and took a hold of his arm to steady him.

"He tol'me not to get close to you. He said I ain't good enough…You think I ain't good enough?" he asked her as he looked at her intently.

"No…"

"You don't?!" he asked loudly with wide eyes and she had to place her hand over his mouth to silence him.

"Shh!" she said in horror while his eyes tried to look down at her hand before his lips parted and started kissing her palm. She gasped and took hold of his hand before she started pulling him towards her room.

"Elizabeth…? What's that?" her uncle asked sleepily, only half awake.

"Eh, nothing! Just the cat! Go back to sleep! Agh!" she yelped as Frederick's tongue brushed against her skin.

Silence fell over again in the house and she breathed a sigh of relief before she started pulling the inebriated inspector towards her room again. She pushed him into the semi dark room and closed the door before leaning against it.

"Thank God." She breathed but then gasped when she felt another body pressing against her, driving her hard into the wooden door. She heard the bottle clattering onto the floor before she felt Frederick's hands on her waist.

"I didn't wan'to come here but I did…" he slurred as his breath brushed over he parted lips.

"Oh…" was the only thing she could manage by his close proximity.

"Are you alright? Did you…?" she asked as she let her fingers brush over his clothed arms. He nodded as he leaned into her and buried his face in her hair. His hands slid up and got tangled into her locks as his hips pressed tightly against hers.

"Frederick…I think you should sleep." She stated as her eyes closed in bliss when his lips touched her neck.

"I don't wanna sleep." He mumbled with a groan as her hands wrapped around him against her better judgment.

"This is not fair…" she whispered as she closed her eyes.

I love him and he knows it while I can't say the same about him… She thought as she opened her eyes again and saw him watching her intently.

"I don't wanna go back home…I wanna stay here…" he murmured as he looked at her with heavy eyelids.

"Okay…Come on then." She said quietly nodding her head. She pulled him towards her bed and pushed him down gently after removing his coat and shoes. She pulled the covers over him only to have him yank her on top of him, causing her to yelp for the fourth time that night. He rolled them over so he was hovering over her and kissed her lips deeply, his hands holding her close to him. She could taste the gin on his tongue but she didn't mind because it was him. Her fingers tangled in his brown hair as his hand slid down her stomach towards her thighs and what it was between them. He bunched up her night dress and slid his hand under it, causing her to gasp and break free from their kiss.

"N-no, we can't. My-…" she started but he caught her off with another kiss as his hand arrived to its destination.

"I'm not going to hurt you…I just want to be close to you." His voice sounded more sober and she opened her eyes as his hand moved upwards and a surprised gasp left her parted lips. His eyes stayed on her face and a smirk stretched on his lips when she clasped his hand tightly and arched into his arms. He leaned down and kissed her gasping mouth before his kisses went to her neck and collarbone. A low moan vibrated in his throat when her legs parted further for his exploring hand and Elizabeth felt her cheeks gaining even more color than before. His kisses got firmer and more demanding on her skin and he bit slightly down on her neck as he maneuvered his body until one of her legs was pressing between his. Elizabeth's hands gripped fistfuls of his shirt and she tried to pull him even closer.

"Bess…" he groaned as he pressed down against her knee once, his eyes flattering close as he did so. His hand paused in its ministrations to her briefly before he resumed his touches, his mouth returning to her panting mouth as he started a grinding motion with his hips against her leg.

"Oh my God…" Elizabeth gasped as her back arched slightly off the bed and her eyes closed as pleasure surged though her. Her hands relaxed their grip on his shirt as she slumped down on the mattress again while he captured her lips again, his hips never ceasing their movements against her leg. Elizabeth felt him stiffen above her after a few moments and she opened her eyes to see him throw his head back, the hand that was between her legs just a few seconds ago was now clutching the pillow next to her head. A low moan escaped his throat as he jerked against her and she had to kiss him to silence him. He stilled above her and panted for breath as she released his lips and let him rest his head in the crook of her neck.

"Bess…my sweet Bess…" he whispered as his lips brushed her neck and his sleepy eyes opened to gaze at her.

Elizabeth swallowed and tried to calm her breathing, the realization of what they had just done settling into her mind. Shakily she pulled the covers over them and pulled down her nightdress before she placed a hand on his head to stroke his hair. His eyes gradually closed and soon he was asleep in her arms.

Oh my God…What have I done? She thought as she feared what the next day would bring if Godley found out he was in her room. Even greater dread filled her when she realized that Frederick might not even remember what he did.

End of chapter 12

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