Hi,

Here another chapter! I still had one spare I saw so two update lucky you.
I wasn't able to insert the june 2nd chapter unfortuately so sorry. But if you hadn't missed it yet I think the story could do without it's very short so it shouldn't be a problem. (It's Quinn and Nathan's wedding scene en the knowledge that Quinn en NAthan weren't prengant yet en that their grandmother has passed away)
Anyway enjoy .

August 12th 1936 - Londen, Great Britain

Quinn was at a ladies lunch. That's when Nathaniel had taken to taking rather elaborated lunch himself. At home. Rather than at work. With me. Honestly there was very little eating involved. The warm tickle that flowed over my skin down my arms, chest and legs, and up my neck and the back of my head was making it harder and harder to stop every time he kissed me. He wasn't even subtle about it anymore. Not even very gentlemanly. It was hunger and passion that left no room for manner. But that really didn't matter. I hated the politeness anyhow. So instead I tore my nails over his scalp. Through his hair, urging him on. I was quickly discovering this part of me that was so completely different. That felt this I'd never felt before. A part of me that blushed and would halt for a minute when I felt his manhood brush up against me. A reminder that I was very much a girl where he was a married man. Married to the lady that was my sister. He'd reassure me that he would do nothing without my consent. And so for the past week we had joint lips a lot. We had felt each other up but never moved beyond that. It wasn't just Quinn. It was my virtue as a young girl. It'd be worth nothing if Nathaniel would take it upon him to bed me. And yet I saw no future scenario in which he was not the only man I'd ever sleep with.

Our lips moved slowly together growing more hungrily by the minute. I felt his tongue run along my lip as to say let me in. So I opened my mouth to let him in. I moaned in pleasure as he ran his big hand through my hair and I felt my heart beating loudly. This was shortly before he, as always, would sneak his hands down to my hips and under the hem of my dress and I would stop him. I always chickened out.

So when he snuck his hand under the hem of my dress, I fell a beat behind in our pace. "Are you sure." He asked since my consent went. "Yes." I breathed. I found confidence and security in him. "I want you more than I want a job." I grinned releasing some of the tension the question brought along. He cocked an eyebrow in reply and chuckled. 'Take me' I whispered. He pressed his lips hungrily against mine "Yes Ma'am."

His hands grabbed once again the bottom of my dress and this time he didn't slipped them underneath, instead he pulled it up and over my head revealing my undergarments.

She was so beautiful. I felt my heart beat faster and louder as I looked at Haley as she was standing before my in just the silky undergarments. I glanced up from her chest to her face and found her cheeks had turned rosy pink.
My hand returned to her waist and I pulled her back to me again. "To your bedroom." I whispered before landing my lips on hers again. I had in the past four years awaited this moment more than I had realised. I had so desired to have her. To claim her as mine so no man could claim her once they realised how brilliant she really was. It was unlike every night he'd spent, forcing himself on Quinn. Making himself do something he really didn't and try to fake enjoying the pleasure of bedding his wife.
My hands were quick to undo Haley of her undergarments and reveal her naked chest. Her hand snaked down from my neck to the waist band of my pants to tell me she wanted more. I helped Haley unbuckled my belt while we stumbled to her bedroom together. Stepping out of my pants, that had dropped to the floor, I pulled her back in my arms wrapping my arms around waist.

She moaned softly as I attached my lips to the skin on her neck, leaving hot, wet opened mouth kisses on her. She was quick to unbutton my shirt.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes full of desire. Quickly I brought her mouth back to mine. Slipping off not only her remaining garments but also mine, we'd reached her bed. I wanted her right then more than I wanted anything ever before.

I lay her down on the bed and lay above her, propped up by my forearms. Haley reached up and placed her hand at the back of my neck pulling me down for another searing kiss, her thighs parted slightly, giving her final consent. I kissed her and entered her in one swift stroke, Suppressing my groans, I watched Haley's face to make sure she was all right. I stayed still for a moment kissing her shoulder, cherishing the moment. "I love you Haley." Letting Haley catch her breath and blink away the tears of pain. I breathed against her skin before her legs went around my waist, urging me to go on.
Our bodies were on fire with need and want. I had claimed Haley once and for all as mine. I never wanted Quinn. This could have been our life for years had she not been so darn stubborn.

I tried to ignore the pain knowing it would go. It would subside. Focussing on Nathaniel moving above me I tried to ignore it until I felt a warmth start to spread between my legs and the pain slowly became pleasure. Before long I was crying out as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over me. A completely new experience to everything I'd ever known. Something that made the world somehow prettier. An instant later Nathan joined me with his cries as he came inside me. Totally exhausted, he collapsed on top of me as I stroked his hair gently. It was such an intimate moment that felt so unexpectedly natural it was freighting in its own unique way.

We laid there for a while, now beneath the sheets of my childhood bed. Together. Naked. I was utterly naked in his arms in the bedroom where Quinn had dreamed about marrying Nathan. The bedroom when she also discovered Nathaniel had proposed to me. The bedroom we grew up in.

Quinn would be home soon. Nathaniel had to go back to work. Maybe none of this will have happened. Maybe nothing will have changed but me. No longer a girl, but never a lady.

"I love you" he whispered. The freight in my eyes must have given my doubts away because kissed me and said: 'You are mine. I'm leaving Quinn and making you my wife. I do not care about what anybody says. I'll forever fight to make you mine." I released a breath and laid my head on his chest. I knew he meant it. But I doubted the ease of it all. He made it sound too simple when it was anything but.

A couple of minutes later Nathaniel shifted beneath me. He smiled, dropped a kiss on my forehead and whispered he had to get back to work. I nodded in response but kept still as I watched him put his clothes back on. My dress was still downstairs and I felt silly being so naked in front of him now.

He buttoned up his shirt button for button smiling at me. He looked happy. Far less miserable than a week ago. He was quite a stature standing in the middle of the room sharply dressed once again. Very handsome. Not quite as boyish as he'd been four years ago. The misery had aged him. Or maybe I had finally made a man out of him. I couldn't suppressed my smile at that silly thought. Nathaniel was quite a man in his own way. He didn't not need me for that.

"What are you smiling at gorgeous?" he grinned. "Nothing, just silly thoughts" I smiled back, wrapping the sheets more tightly around my figure. He inhaled deeply through his nose his jaw clenched. "You are making it so darn hard to leave."

"You should though, Quinn will be back soon."

We yet had to tell Quinn, but it never seemed to be the right time. The longer we waited to worse it got for her. We were going to tell her when this began, but then we didn't. Wanting it to be just us for a while and not the world and Quinn, she'd make the world shame us. Not that she'd need much more that the truth for that, but still.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving." He smiled cheekily. "Maybe you should put your clothes back on, before Quinn get's home. Or she might think you've taken a lover." The amusement over that suggestion played on my lips. "Haven't I?"

"Who knows she might be jealous. She really won't stand to idea of me being happy." Nathan approached the bed and leaned in to peck my forehead before tossing my undergarments it me. "Don't you start getting ideas in your head, at the suggestion alone she'd ruin you."

He was probably right. She as she'd done at every opportunity that had presented itself. I sat up in bed pulling the sheet up with me, trying to redress without dropping the sheet. I fumbled miserably with the sheet 'You should go so I can dress.' I chuckled as I gave up trying. I brushed my hair behind my ear as my hairdo had come completely undone.

"Go on, leave me be." I grinned and gingerly tossed my hair back in his direction.

Nathaniel laughed and left the room, I later heard the front door shut. I swung my legs out the bed, dropped the sheet and quickly put my undergarments on and tiptoed down the staircase to collect my dress, only to find I was rather sore. Downstairs, I threw the dress over my head and crawled back upstairs. I hadn't expected to feel so... worn? I smiled at the thought. I couldn't help to feel warm and happy. Could it be like this forever? I let the slick dark wood of the banister run under my finger tips. I used to be this rational person but the irrational pleasures of love had made me soft, giddy. Mad. Positively mad. But I didn't care. The world could be like this if I wanted it.

Once I reached my bedroom, the front door opened. Quinn had returned from lunch. Dressing went quickly after that. The thought that Quinn would find me in my undergarments in the middle of the day was petrifying. Pulling up the zipper of my dress there was a knock on my door.

At least she had the decency to knock. I was about the tell her to come in, when in the corner of my eye I saw the mess that was my bed. Unmade, used. Swiftly rushing over to the bed to make to the bed and propping up the pillows, I forgot the ridiculous mess Nathaniel had made of my hair. So when I opened the door to Quinn she squinted at me, casing me. "What have you been up to for heaven sake!" She exclaimed unlike the lady she usually was. "What are you talking off?" I asked her innocently . "Your hair." She growled. She was obviously in a particularly bad mood. Obviously someone in the ladies lunch had set her off. She'd come home, in need of someone to project her anger on. As usual that was me.

I stumbled as I only then realised I forgot to redo my hair. "Oh that... uhm" What in the world other than the truth would suffice as a suiting explanation.

"I was looking for something..."

"right'

"..In closets. And... Under the bed."

"Why? And for what?"

"..I got caught with my hair. I was about to redo it."

There was a good chance she call the lie instantly. But my odd duck reputation made it the best explanation. Probably more believable then the truth. There was after all not a chance she'd believe I had sex. With anyone. Well except for Nathaniel, she'd believe that. But she didn't know he was home. Or even talking to me. Quinn still believed what I had believed for a long time, that Nathaniel hated me for choosing Quinn's happiness over his.

"Whatever. Would you be normal for once?" She rolled her eyes and left the room. The air escaped my lips as the door shut. This couldn't go well for very long. But having had a taste of what it was like to be with Nathaniel it was clear to me that couldn't go back. Besides that, I was no longer a girl, a virgin. I was not worth a thing to any men but Nathaniel now. Nor did I want to be.