Chapter 14: The Date

Lilly, Arthur, and the wolves arrived in Clooniffe Cross just as the sun had gone down. Lilly was sober by now, as she had stopped to relieve herself several times. She made sure all her weapons were prepped and she looked at Arthur. "You sure you wanna do this?" she asked.

Arthur grinned at her with a shrug. "Yeah."

Lilly chuckled at him. "Okaaay," she said. Lilly told the boys to track and they went into the woods. The married couple followed and soon Lilly stopped the troupe when they reached a dead red deer. Lilly got off her horse and examined it with her lantern. "Yep, all clear cut signs of a werewolf attack. Looks fresh, too."

Arthur got off his horse and looked at the deer. "Jesus, look at the size of those teeth marks! How big are these things?"

"Bigger than you," she chuckled. "Just keep your distance and shoot. Brian, James and I will do the rest."

Arthur frowned at her. "Alright, but...if you need help..."

Lilly smiled at him. "Aww, are you worried about your widdle wife?" she teased.

Arthur looked at her with a serious look in his eye. "Yes."

Lilly sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Don't be. I'm a professional."

Arthur held her hand. "Alright. I'll trust you on this."

Lilly looked down at their joined hands and Lilly's thumb rubbed along his hand. "I'll be careful," she said, looking at him. "I promise." Suddenly there was a roar off in the distance and the boys growled. Lilly and Arthur stood and Lilly drew out her bow. She notched an arrow and motioned for Arthur to follow. The man did. "Boys, easy. Let's try to sneak up on the thing."

The boy's hackles were raised but they went slow. It didn't take long until Lilly saw some movement near the tree line. Arthur noticed it too. "Did you see that?" he whispered.

"I did," Lilly whispered back.

"Huge fucker."

"I told you." Lilly aimed her bow. "I'm hopin' there's only one, but sometimes they travel in packs."

Just then, Lilly saw movement to her left. She aimed and shot. A loud roar came from the direction. "Brian, James! Kill!"

Brian and James went after the creature as the one in front of Lilly came charging. Lilly armed her bow and shot again as Arthur pulled out his revolvers and began shooting. Lilly backed up as she kept shooting arrow after arrow but then it came upon her and bit her shoulder. She screamed out and grabbed her knives, then she started stabbing the beast over and over. She got it in its brain and it collapsed. Her wound began to heal but she took out the elixir to prevent the transformation and drank it. Lilly spotted Brian and James still fighting the other one. Lilly picked up her bow and shot the beast over and over while Arthur continued his shooting. A third werewolf came up from behind Arthur and Lilly shot it in the eye. It went down instantly. Arthur jumped away from it and looked at Lilly in surprise. She gave him a wink. The boys tore the last werewolf to shreds and Lilly laughed maniacally. "Good job, boys!"

They were still on the alert though, and Lilly heard rustling behind her. She immediately turned and punched her prey in the face. The werewolf went flying into a tree. Arthur reloaded and started shooting again. The creature went down and Lilly sighed in relief. She grabbed her bow and slung it on her back. She watched the boys come running and so did Arthur.

"That was...holy shit," he said.

"Yeah. Told you," Lilly saud confidently. "Nasty fu-"

"Look out!" Arthur pulled out his gun, tackled her, and shot at an incoming werewolf who died and collapsed to the ground. Arthur took a deep breath and looked down at Lilly. "You okay?"

Lilly nodded her head. "Yes, thank you."

They looked into each other's eyes and Arthur smiled. "Well, this was one hell of a date."

Lilly burst into laughter. "Such a romantic. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet."

Arthur started cackling but he didn't get off of her. They just kept looking at each other. Lilly glanced at his lips, wanting to kiss him so bad but she dared not. Even though Arthur was her husband, Lilly felt it was his call to make. "Yeah, I guess I do," he said with a chuckle.

"This was fun."

"It was."

"Thanks for savin' my arse, Arthur."

"You're welcome."

Lilly smiled up at him. "You're still on me."

"I know," he said with a smirk. "You don't want me to be on you?"

"I do want this," she whispered.

Arthur nuzzled her neck. "Why do you smell so good?"

"You used to say that I smell like apples, and you always loved how I smelled."

"...I remember our flirting."

Lilly shut her eyes. "You do?"

Arthur grazed his lips along her jawline and she made a soft moan. "I do. Do you think maybe we could start off doin' that? I mean, I know we've been fightin' but..." he started kissing her neck and she moaned again, "God, I can't seem to help myself right now."

Lilly arched her head back and Arthur kissed her throat. "I've missed you so much, Arthur. It's been killin' me."

"I think," he kissed up to her chin, "my body," he kissed her jawline, "has missed you too."

Lilly felt something poking her thigh and she chuckled. "I can feel that on my leg."

Arthur looked down. "Oh, sorry," he said.

He went to get up but Lilly pulled him back down, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Don't stop," she whimpered. "Please."

Arthur looked down at her and smiled. "If I don't stop, I'll end up doin' things to you."

"Mmm, like what?"

Suddenly there was whining and both Lilly and Arthur raised their heads. Brian and James were staring at them. Arthur cleared his throat, got up, and helped Lilly up. Ugh, her wolves were such buzzkills.

After burning the diseased werewolf bodies, Lilly and Arthur, along with her brothers, returned to the village of Clooniffe Cross to inform them that the livestock problem had been taken care of. When that was done, Lilly and Arthur returned home. It was late when they got in. They both went to the kitchen and Lilly prepared some leftover food from earlier and they both sat at the kitchen counter to eat it. Arthur had asked questions about their lives together so Lilly answered them. Lilly felt so bad for him because he was trying so hard to remember.

"Do you remember anythin'?" Lilly asked.

"I think I remember the painter guy." Arthur snapped his fingers. "Charles Châtenay. That was his name." Arthur's face scrunched up and he groaned. "I can't believe you talked me into posin' nude!"

Lilly cackled loudly as she finished her milk. As she cut into her steak, she spoke about his hilarious art show and how it started a brawl and it made Arthur laughed. "And then some lady called him a filthy little man and knocked him down with her purse!"

Arthur cackled from his belly. "I remember that, oh my God! That was funnier than hell!"

Lilly snickered and then the laughter died down. "Ahem, anythin' else?"

Arthur gave her a smirk. "When we first started flirtin'. God, you were so...enchantin'."

"Mmm, I can still be that way," Lilly cooed softly.

"Oh, can you now..."

Lilly walked her fingers along his arms. "Yes, I can..."

Arthur grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit on his lap. She laughed as she clung to him. "Lilly, you little minx..."

Lilly's eyes went wide. "You remember that, too?"

"I'm startin' to remember a lot of things," he said, purring into her neck. "Like our wedding night."

Lilly covered her mouth and giggled. "Yes, that was somethin', wasn't it?"

"Uh huh. Oh, you beautiful thing, you..." he whispered, kissing her neck once more.

Lilly looked at him. "Arthur...I want to apologize to you, about the things I've been sayin' lately. I've been really mean and I-"

Arthur pressed his forehead to hers. "Forgiven." Lilly felt like she was about to cry with joy. He was remembering so much already, and it made her so happy. "Just no more of this...being with Patrick business. Because..."

"Because?"

"Because...you're mine," he said. "And I'm yours." Lilly felt a tear roll down her cheek and she wiped it away. Arthur held her close in a hug and rubbed her back. He seemed to feel it extensively then he looked at her. "Your back feels strange."

Uh oh. Lilly suddenly felt self-conscious about all the scars she had on her body, especially the horrible ones on her back. Her back looked like a mangled, maimed piece of meat. Some of the flesh had never quite returned right as she remembered some had come off during her floggings. Lilly sighed and got off his lap.

"I was, um..." she bit her lip and looked away from him. "I was tortured...several times."

Arthur fingered Lilly's chin and turned her face so she would look at him. "Is that why you have a scar on your face?"

"Yes."

"May I see your back?"

Lilly needed to divert his attention to something else. "You can see my back when we start fuckin'."

Arthur gaped at her then he let out a mighty guffawed. "Oh my God, Lillian..."

She laughed. "Well, we better finish our food."

Arthur eyed her. "You really don't want me to see your back, do you..."

"...No, I don't."

"It's that bad?"

"Actually, I have scars everywhere, but my back has the worst of it."

"Well, alright..."

Lilly cleared her throat and sat back down in her chair. They both finished off their food then cleaned up after themselves. As they ascended the stairs, Arthur abruptly lifted Lilly in his arms, cradling her. "What are you doin'?" she asked with a giggle.

"Carryin' my wife up the stairs, what's it look like I'm doin'?" Lilly cackled then shushed herself. She didn't want to wake anyone. Arthur set her down in front of her door and he chuckled when he pressed her against it. He gave her neck a soft kiss. "You know, with how this is goin' now, I think we're gonna fuck real soon."

Lilly snickered into her mouth. "Mr. Morgan, ya devil of a man," she teased.

"Yes. I'll show you," he started caressing her thigh, "just how much," his hand went a little higher and she moaned, "of a devil I can," he just barely touched her mound and Lilly trembled from it, "be."

Oh, she wanted him so bad, but she didn't want to push him. They were resuming the hunt and Lilly couldn't be more pleased. "Well," Lilly said with a sultry tone in her voice. She grasped Arthur and pulled him in, leaving her mouth a hair's breath away from his, "I'll show you how well I can match it." Her fingertips grazed his manhood ever so slightly and he growled into her neck.

"God, Lillian, you god damn tease."

"Oh, who said anythin' about teasin'? I'm all yours when you're ready to have me, Mr. Morgan. Me...and my coinín." [pussy.]

"I don't know what that means, exactly, but I bet it's somethin' good."

"It is somethin' good. And you know what else is good?"

"What's that?"

"Gach rud a chaithfidh mo chorp a thairiscint duit." [Everything my body has to offer you.]

Arthur laughed briefly. "I don't know what that means but I love it when you talk...what is that, Irish?"

"Yes. Thing is, you were fluent in it."

Arthur's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah. Sean taught you. And you surprised the hell out of me when you decided to propose to me."

"I did?"

"Yes."

Arthur sighed. "I really wish I could remember it."

"Well, you'll just have to relearn it to help jog your memory." Lilly opened her door and walked backwards into it. "Well, I suppose this is good night, Arthur."

Arthur frowned. "Oh, just five more minutes..."

Lilly walked back out to him and grabbed his butt which made him yelp. "Tomorrow. Meet me in the hayloft at noon. I'll have a couple presents for you."

Arthur chuckled at her. "Alright, I will, Mrs. Morgan."

Lilly gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Arthur."

"Goodnight, Lilly."

Lilly backed up and shut her door. She turned around and leaned against it, feeling as high as being on cloud 9. Slowly, but surely, she was getting her husband back. She giggled with a smile and walked to her bed with a pep in her step.

Arthur walked away from her door, feeling victorious and confident as he went to his bedroom. "Haha, move the fuck outta the way, Patrick, because Arthur's back."

Suddenly he stopped and went to Sean and Karen's room. He knocked on it. "Who the feck is knockin' on me door so late?" a shout came from inside.

"It's Arthur."

Sean opened the door and groaned. "What do ya want, Englishman? It's past midnight!"

"I know, I'm sorry, but I need a favor."

"What? Now?"

"Well, no, but...I need you to teach me Irish again."

"Ya dunna remember any of our lessons?"

"No. But...I want to talk to Lilly in Irish," Arthur said excitedly.

Sean eyeballed him. "...Did ya both have a good time killin' werewolves?"

"Yes we did," Arthur chuckled, grasping his belt buckle. "Such a good time that she said when I was ready, she was all mine. Her and her...uh, what was the word? Oh, coy neen."

Sean laughed loudly then stifled himself. "She offered ya her pussy?"

Arthur guffawed. "That's what that means? Oh my God."

Both the men wheezed out some giggles. "Oh shit. But yes, I'll help teach ya again."

"Thank you, Sean. Anyway, uh, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Englishman."

Sean shut the door and Arthur ambled down the hall, repeating the Irish word for "pussy" over and over.