Chapter 36 Part II

Going to the Chapel

But, I wasn't thinking about Caleb's infidelity when we piled into the car for the drive to Soho. I was just thinking about a good day's sleep.

When we got to the apartment, I pulled my bustle off right away and then begged Greg to undo my stays, which he did reluctantly, moaning that he was tired and wanted to go straight to bed. It took us fifteen minutes to get me out of the dress. We laughed at the idea that I might never get out of it, but eventually I breathed a sigh of relief as the dress fell to the floor revealing my corset and petticoat.

Greg was perplexed when he saw two more layers of clothing on my body. "My God! Do the layers never end?"

"We were seriously overdressed back then and it was a bloody nuisance getting ready. We took hours and I do mean hours!"

"No wonder they were celibate before marriage."

"Let's go to bed, I'm tired." I went over and pulled the room darkening curtains.

"Where does Caleb sleep when he's here?" Greg asked.

"There are two closets…that one there is completely windowless and has a lock. It can accommodate two caskets."

Greg grabbed the bed linens to pull them back. "Well Mrs. House, I think it's time for us to go to sleep so that when we wake up we can make wild and passionate love."

"Yes, Dr. House, that sounds like a plan."

We crawled into the pillow top matrimonial bed and within minutes we were wrapped in each other's arms and dead asleep. Mrs. House was very content.

The first thing I felt were his lips on my neck and his hand cuddling my breast.

"You smell so good." He took a good whiff. "I like waking up next to you, you're so cuddly."

I turned around to face him. "Do you have any rubbers?"

"I managed to put a couple in my wallet." Greg reached behind and grabbed the wallet on his night stand. Pulling the package from it, he held it up with a smile.

I laughed. "I don't remember the last time I used a rubber during sex!"

"Well, I do. And she was really grateful that I used the double ribbed, extra lubricated with warming gel ones, just like these."

"Honey, I'm just glad you remembered them."

"Does it feel strange doing it here, in Caleb's flat?"

"No, we used to live here until we bought the Kensington townhouse."

"Oh, great. Now I've got an image of you and Caleb screwing in this bed."

"Well, I didn't screw him in this bed…it was forty years ago and he's renovated the flat since then. So does that help? I tell you what, let's get going and then you can replace that image with one of you screwing me in this bed."

"Did you ever have sex in the living room?"

I chuckled. "Yes."

"Bathroom?"

"Yes."

"His coffin room?"

I had to stop and think. "Uh, yeah, we did have sex in his coffin in that room."

"What about the office?"

"No, it was a guest room when I lived here."

"Alright, get your ass up; we're going to the library so I can shag you."

"What? Oh, you can't be serious."

"Dead serious. Come on, we're going to the library where I'm going to throw you on the desk and have my way."

"No! I'm not going anywhere. If you want sex, we do it here."

He jumped out of bed, pulled my arm and threw me over his shoulder. I started kicking and pounding on his back. He slapped me across the ass. "Stop that! I'm going to have to punish you. You're being a bad, bad girl."

"Greg, take me back to the room!"

The door to the office was thrown open and he whipped around, saw the desk and took me over to it. He put me down on the edge of the desk and then sat in the rolling chair next to it.

"Lean back on your elbows."

"Why?"

He said nothing, but wiggled his tongue to demonstrate what he planned to do. I thought about it and decided that I could either put up a fit or I could enjoy some cunninglus. I was magnanimous and leaned back on my elbows. He rolled back a little and then leaned down at just the right angle. At first his beard scratched my inner thigh, but then his tongue separated my lips and touched my clit. He tortured me with his slow deliberate strokes, until I grabbed his head and pushed into it. Speeding up, I could feel everything engorge—my clit, my vagina, my womb as his lips and tongue grazed across me in ways that tortured me into a frenzy. There was such a heavy, tingly feeling, from his wet, flat strokes that I was about to explode.

"Faster."

"You want faster?"

"Yes, damn it! Faster."

"No, I don't think so." He taunted.

"Greg!"

"Okay, but only because we're married. I figure I have to keep you happy now or face your vampire friends."

"Shut up and suck or lick."

"Yes, master."

He licked faster, his tongue slightly dry now causing more friction.

"Oh, Jesus, Joseph and Mary! I'm coming. Yes, yes, yes!" My entire body twitched, my thighs clenched, my toes curled and my nipples hardened. My entire body was his.

He pulled his face up and laughed at me. "Your turn."

I looked down at his lap and saw the gorgeous pinkish purple erection that he was now inviting me to mount. I stepped down onto the floor and dressed him in the rubber. He lifted me up and then slowly eased me down onto his thick shaft. His mouth dropped open and his blues eyes closed in anticipation of the pleasure he was now feeling. I grabbed onto his shoulders, my toes barely touched the floor on each side. I rose up on my toes and then relaxed, allowing my body to bob up and down on his erection. His hands were wrapped under my ribs, helping me push up and then down in a perfect rhythm. His shoulder contracted as he lifted me up and then relaxed as I came down. Before long, he had taken control of the movement, moving me like an inanimate object up and down on his penis until he cried out and stopped, ejaculating as I clamped down with my vagina, milking his ejaculation until he was done.

His arms encircled me and he pulled me into his chest, burying his head into my neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Greg."

We held each other for another few minutes as his organ wilted inside of me. I could no longer keep him inside.

"Let's get cleaned up and go out for breakfast." Greg said.

"That sounds great. I'll just—"

The phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Kiara, it's Dad."

"Daddy? You sound upset, what's wrong?"

"It's Riane—"

"Oh, God. Did they kidnap her?"

Greg jumped up and came over, his eyes wide, brow wrinkled.

"No, but she has a fever."

"What?"

"Caleb has drawn blood and wants you to take it into St. Bart's to see what she has. He thinks it's a strep infection."

Greg stared at me. "What? What is it?"

"Riane has an infection!"

He seemed to relax. "Kids get infections."

"Vampires don't." I said to Greg. "Daddy, how high is her temperature?"

"100 Farenheit."

I turned to Greg, "100. Is she at home?"

"Yes, we need you two to get home as soon as possible. I'm calling from the cellar. I should be in my coffin, asleep. But, I have her down here with me. She'll be in my coffin with me. Jack is upstairs with his security guards."

"We're on our way."

I packed up what I could and we drove quickly back to Kensington. Greg and I rushed down to the cellar. I entered my father's room and opened the coffin. Riane was laying in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest, asleep.

"She can sleep in a coffin?" Greg asked with an incredulous tone.

"Sure. I often slept in his coffin with him when I was frightened or lonely."

"Didn't sleeping in a coffin frighten you more?"

"No. Why should it?"

"Would you two take them upstairs? I need to sleep." My father said, from the satin lined casket. He opened his eyes slightly and looked down at a sleeping Riane lying half on his chest, half off to his side, her hand firmly clenched onto his pajama shirt. They looked so natural together. It reminded me of the days that I got to sleep with Daddy and how safe I felt in his little cocoon.

"Yes, Daddy. Thanks for watching her."

I grabbed Riane and handed her to Greg as I kissed my father on the cheek and closed his coffin. We took her upstairs and grabbed Jack on our way up to the second floor. I put Riane in my bed and then took her temperature. It was still 100.

"I'm sure Caleb put her blood sample is in the refrigerator. Can you watch her while I take it in and run it?"

"Sure."

I found the blood and a note from Caleb stating that he had already started her on liquid Amoxicillin. I put the blood in my pocket and took the note up to Greg so that he would know when to give her the next dose.

I talked the lab into letting me do the tests. Since I had once worked there and Caleb was still a consultant, they had a soft spot for me. I ran the test and confirmed strep. I called and told Greg.

"Her fever is already coming down." He reassured me.

I felt a huge rush of relief. "That's great news."

By the time I got home, Riane was responding well to the antibiotics. She was cranky, having driven Greg to the point of taking his own time out, but at least she was alert and eating.

That night, both Daddy and Caleb were excited to hear she was doing well.

"I guess that just goes to prove that she's her father's daughter. She can get sick."

Caleb nodded. "What about Jack? I wonder if he's susceptible?"

We all shrugged in unison. Jack was awake and happily playing with his Fischer Price farm set. I picked him up and hugged him, kissing his chubby cheek and tickling him. He was so much like me in many ways that I identified with him more than I did Riane, if nothing more than the fact we were on the same Circadian Clock. Obviously, I didn't love Riane any less than my son; I just understood him better.

Within a day, Riane was bright and perky and playing with her brother who tried to sleep as she prodded him. Despite getting ill, she obviously had a very strong immune system. Greg suggested that we resume our honeymoon in Soho for a few days. I agreed and we packed our bags to take over to the studio the next day, but that night our plans changed. It was four in the morning and we were fast asleep, Riane in bed with us and Jack with Caleb downstairs. My father had gone home earlier that night.

The light went on next to my bed. "Kiara? Wake up."

I managed to come up out of my sleep and open my eyes. Caleb, holding Jack, was standing over me. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, I'm afraid we've had some intelligence that Tobias plans to make a move on this house tomorrow, during the day. We need to move you and the children back to your safe place."

I sat up, "Oh, God, no. Caleb, I'm married. I want to be with my husband."

"Darling, I understand, but the safety of your children comes first, right?"

I grimaced. "Yes, of course."

"We need to move you now."

By now, Greg was awake and up on his elbows. "Where are they going?"

"We can't tell you Greg. If they capture and mesmerize you, they'll find out."

"I'll go with them." Greg announced.

"Fine, but it could be months, years, before you can leave the area."

I looked over at him. "Greg, you'd die of boredom. It's a very slow way of life. Very slow. There's nothing to do there that will stimulate that brain of yours. There's not even a movie theater in the area."

House had to admit that it sounded bleak. "How do you cope?" He asked me.

"I spend time with the children, I've been researching online, I take long, long walks."

He sighed and finally saw that I was right. "Alright, fine. I'll stay here."

"No, I'm moving you to my Soho condo. It's easier to protect, better security system all over. So pack your things too."

Caleb took me out to the hall and slipped his arms around, holding me tight to his chest. His desperate gesture frightened me, it seemed unusually frantic for Caleb. I clung onto him. "Caleb, I'll be fine."

"I hope so. I don't know what else to do. This is the most logical place to send you, but I want you to be on your toes. Be very careful, Acushula, very careful."

"I will, I will." I hugged him hard and then stepped back, but he had a hard time letting go. "Caleb, I need to pack."

He released me, nodding and slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like an old lady. I'm going to go in and say goodbye to the children."

I kissed him on the cheek and went back into the bedroom only to find Greg snoring again. Within an hour, we stood in the foyer saying our goodbyes. Greg hugged Riane and Jack, kissed them both and told them to behave. He gave me a look of total frustration, hugged me and kissed me on the lips. Where Caleb was nervous, Greg was just frustrated.

"I love you." I said softly.

"I know. This still sucks."

"I know. I'm glad to hear that you're going to miss me," I cajoled.

"Who says I'm going to miss you—much."

"I'm going to miss you desperately."

"Well, Mrs. House, how am I going to survive this blood bond without you?"

"You will. We'll be close enough. It might be uncomfortable, but not unbearable."

"So I get London and you get—"

"A very lonely place. Goodbye Greg. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

The dawn had arrived as we climbed into a car and took off, exchanging cars several times along our way to the airport. When we taxied and went airbound, we went first to Dublin and then a car pretended to pick us up from the private hangar while we remained aboard, taking off again for Scotland. By the time we got to the castle, everyone was cranky, including myself.

I put Riane to bed and let Jack stay up for a few hours with Michael and his vampire wife, Cassandra. I took a shower without unpacking, dried off, got into my gown and walked into my bedroom and crawled into the comfortable bed with the goose down comforter. I fell into one of those deep, deep sleeps that come after days of too much excitement.