Chapter 14

Demelza, Ross, and I were sitting down at the table talking. He failed to have the owner of the pheasants let Jim go.

"I hate my class." Ross said as he took a drink of his rum.

"How is it yer not like 'em, Sir?" Demelza asked with a worried look.

I too had that same look. I hated it when Ross drank, but there was nothing I could do.

"Perhaps I am…" Ross poured himself a drink.

"No, Sir. They don't see us like you do."

"You are not like them. You're an amazing man, Ross." I reached over and grabbed his free hand.

"Sometimes I fail to see that too." He looked down at our hands. "Sometimes I fail to see what's right in front of me." Ross's eyes met mine and I felt like my heart skipped a beat.

What did he mean by that?

Ross left to go to Jim's court earlier today. He hasn't been back, which worried me. Prudie mentioned that Ross wasn't going to be home tonight and that neither of us should worry about him.

As I walked through the living room to go up the stairs, I spotted Ross's study room door was open. Furrowing my eyebrows, I walked to his study and found Demelza in his study.

She was holding up a pretty teal dress that she found in a trunk.

"Demelza, what have I told you?" I asked when I stepped inside.

She quickly turned around and hid the dress behind her back. "I…I'm sorry. I just…I thought 'bout the dress and I'd been wantin' to see ye put it on. It's just sittin' 'ere and it's so pretty."

I smiled at the red haired girl. "Well, lucky us…Ross isn't coming home tonight."

She quickly got me into the dress and I was amazed to find out it fit me well. I twirled around in the dress, letting it flow out from me.

Demelza and I were giggling and dancing around like idiots until we heard the door to the house shut. Footsteps were heard from the living room.

"Demelza! Ali!" Ross called out to us.

I stood there in shock.

"Demelza?" Ross called out with a questioning voice. "Ali?"

"Coming!" I called out and pulled the dress up so it didn't hit the floor.

There was no way I would be able to take the dress off that quickly.

When her and I walked into the living room, Ross was sitting in front of the fireplace. He was watching the fire crackle.

"Demelza, close the door." He ordered softly. "Ali…can you get my rum?"

"Yes, Ross." I said quietly, my voice shook. Shit.

I tip toed around the house as I got him the rum, putting it on the table.

"Jim Carter got two years…" Ross seemed to be out in his own world. "I doubt he will survive."

"You did your best, Ross." I assured as I tried to tiptoe out of the room.

"She'd be right, Sir." Demelza added as he helped me carry the dress.

"Did I? I was concerned with my own dignity. Jim Carter paid the price…" I think Ross was wondering why I wasn't speaking to him because he turned around to find us trying to leave.

Demelza and I froze as we made eye contact with Ross. His mood changed from sadness, to confusion, to anger in five seconds.

"Ali, what are you wearing?" Ross asked in a curious tone.

"A…dress." I answered.

"I see that. Where did you find it?"

"I…I found it, Sir." Demelza spoke out. "In one of your chests in the study."

"You dare to go through my things?" Ross stood up from the chair he sat in.

"Ross, please…" I said and stood between him and Demelza.

"I'm sorry, Sir. You never told me that I shouldn't." Her voice was in a pleading tone.

"Surely it was obvious. You are employed as a maid, and you have been a good one. For that you are allowed certain liberties, but going through my things isn't one of them." Ross took a step forward.

"I meant no harm, Sir! It's just rotting away in that chest!" Demelza backed away.

I stood up towards Ross, protecting Demelza. "Ross, stop!" I demanded.

"No." His tone was menacing. "She broke a rule and for that she must be fired or punished."

"Ross, she didn't mean to make you mad!" I put my hands on his chest to make him stop walking forward. "You need to calm down or so help me I'll knock some sense into you."

He grabbed me by my wrists and through gritted teeth he spoke to me. "Take it off."

"W…what?"

"Take the dress off." He looked to Demelza. "And you, I want you to pack your things and leave."

Demelza let out a sob and ran out of the room.

I turned my attention to Ross. Glaring at him seemed to do the trick because he snapped out of his mood and went right into a pleading one.

"You're such an asshole." I spat out at him.

"No, wait! Ali, I'm sorry." He held me close to him as I tried to struggle out of his grasp. "It's been a hellish day. I swear, I didn't mean to overreact."

His eyes were full of sorrow and guilt. Melting in his gaze, I stopped struggling. He did have a rough day and I shouldn't fight with him. I should be holding him to my chest and listen to whatever he wants to say. He would do the same for me.

"I want you to go find Demelza and apologize to her right now. She has been through enough abandonment shit. She loves being here and I know she meant well." I looked down at the ground. "She told me you would find me beautiful in this."

Ross placed his warm lips on my forehead after speaking to me. "I do. You are dazzling in my mother's dress."

"Mother's dress?" I squeaked out and he nodded.

"I'll be back, Love. I am going to go apologize to her. I understand if you do not wish to sleep with me tonight." Reluctantly he let go of me and went to find Demelza.

His mother's dress? Well, now I feel like an asshole.

I sat there on my bed. My room felt very unfamiliar at this time of night. By now I would be in bed with Ross. We would be holding each other, kissing, talking, or gazing into one another's eyes. This wasn't right.

I was still in his mother's dress. It was kind of hard to get off by myself. Deciding that was a good excuse, I walked out of my room, down the hall a bit and finding myself outside Ross's bedroom.

I knocked on his door and opened it.

"What is it?" Ross asked me when I was in his room.

I noted that his shirt was undone, showing off his perfect chest and his chest hair. His hair was all messy, like he had been running his hands through it.

"I can't get the dress off." I spoke softly and shut the door behind me. "Can you help?"

Ross stood up slowly from the bed, swallowing before he spoke. "Demelza can't help you?"

"She's in bed and I want you to help me." I replied as I finally made my way to him.

Turning so my back was to him, I took my hair and moved it out of the way for him.

Slowly I felt the dress come undone and his warm touch was on my back. Were we okay?

"I'm so dearly sorry, Ali." Ross whispered and I knew he meant it.

I pulled on the sleeves one at a time, taking off the dress. Once it fell to the floor, I stepped out of it. I was now in my panties and only my panties.

Turning around to face him, his eyes were darkened with desire and love. Yes, this is my Ross.

"I don't need candles. I don't need a bed. I don't need anything, but you. I want you to have me. I know I'm not much, but I…love you. My heart is yours forever to keep. Nothing will please me more than to have your love in return. I want you to have the only thing I can give once to a person."

Taking his hand into mine, I guided it to my cheek. His calloused thumb ran over my cheek. He wasn't looking at my chest, just my eyes.

"I love you too, Ali." He admitted.

I blinked and found myself on the bed with Ross on top, kissing me relentlessly. His hands were hurriedly taking off his pants and I couldn't help but find it amusing. He was nervous.

"Why are you nervous?" I asked once he removed his lips from mine.

Taking off his white shirt and tossing it to the floor, he answered me. "I want this to feel special and it's a lot of pressure on me. This is a moment that's supposed to mean everything and I'm afraid I won't meet it."

"First off, I have nothing to compare it to. Second, I love you. You couldn't be horrible to me, because you are my everything." I looked down to see his erection standing high and proud. "Plus I would love to meet your friend in a very intimate way."

Ross let out a soft chuckle before kissing me softly. His hands traveled down my belly and to my panties.

"I hate this." He said and tore them off of me.

That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed.

Ross immediately took my soft pink colored nipple into his mouth while circling his fingers over my clit. He was making me hot, wanting, and ready for him. Little did he know I was ready for it.

Sliding a finger into me, he noticed that I was ready.

"Wow, you are all ready for me." He said with amusement and astonishment.

"Please put it in me." I looked down at my sex, watching his finger move in and out of me. "I know I can take it now."

He pulled his finger out of me and licked his finger clean. Now that was the second hottest thing I have ever witnessed him doing.

Taking his erection into his hand, he tapped it against my sensitive clit. "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded eagerly.

Slowly and very pleasurably, he entered me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. I had nothing to compare it to. There was pain but then it immediately turned into pleasure.

He entered little by little, letting me adjust to his length. To me he had to of been slightly above average in length and width.

"I'm in…" He breathed out once he was fully inside of me.

I wanted more. I wanted him to move in me quickly. I wanted to scream, but I feared that he wanted to go slow for me.

"Please…" I begged and moved my hips up and wiggled them to get my point across. "I want it fast."

To my surprise, he didn't argue with me. Instead he bent down and took part of my neck into his mouth, I guessed to drown out his groans.

His movements here tender, fast, and deep. The sound of our skin meeting was hot to me.

After we climaxed together, which was amazing, we laid there on the bed. Staring into one another's eyes, we said nothing. There was nothing to say that our smiles and eyes didn't say. He was mine and I was his.

A/N: They finally did it! :D