Chapter 43: Ophelia

The sun was shining through the windows when Lilly woke up. She sat up in bed and stretched with a yawn. God, she was sore from last night, but it was well worth the pleasure. She looked over at her husband who was still passed out and she giggled. He was sleeping on his stomach, snoring and even drooling a little and she thought it was adorable. Lilly leaned over and rubbed his back, kissing his shoulder. Arthur grumbled in his sleep. As she laid back down, Lilly put her arm over his back and kissed his cheek. "Wakey wakey, Arthur," she cooed.

Arthur grumbled again and slowly opened one eye. "Mmm, no."

An amused giggle passed Lilly's lips. "No? Why no wakey wakey?" she teased.

"Because I'm tired, woman."

A hand brushed through Arthur's locks and Lilly kissed his forehead. "We're supposed to meet Trelawny for breakfast."

Arthur groaned and rolled away from Lilly. "Nope. I'm stayin' in bed."

Lilly snuggled him from behind and kissed his back a few times. "Stop bein' such a stubborn baby and get out of bed."

"No."

Lilly giggled into his back. "C'mon, you can't be that worn out."

"I am. And I'm sore."

"Well I'm sore too but-"

Arthur rolled back over to face her. "Stay in bed with me, please. Let's just sleep all day."

Lilly laughed at Arthur and kissed him gently. "I love you, but we got shit to do. Trelawny for breakfast, then Adair is supposed to go see Patrick around noon."

"Hmm? Why?"

"Because they want to."

Arthur grasped her behind and pulled her close to him. "What about what I want?"

Lilly chuckled and wrapped a leg around him. "I dunno," she said with a shrug.

Arthur arched an eyebrow and smirked. "You dunno?"

"Yep. I just dunno, mo chuisle."

Arthur laughed and rolled on top of Lilly. "I'll show you "I dunno", you little sex kitten."

Lilly giggled as Arthur went under the covers and tickled her. She squirmed and kicked with laughter. "Ah! Stop!"

Arthur kept tickling her and she kept squirming under the sheets. Arthur cackled as she tried to get away. "You'll never escape!"

Lilly giggled crazily. "No!"

"Yes!" Arthur crawled back on top of her and kissed her deeply. "You're mine now."

Lilly giggled against his lips. "I've always been yours."

While nuzzling her throat, Arthur put his hand between her thighs. "Damn right you have."

"Mmm." Lilly prodded his cheek with her nose as he rubbed her clit. "I thought you were sore?"

"I changed my mind."

A cackle came out of her lips. "That's somethin' you can change your mind about?"

"Yes." Arthur went back under the covers and put his mouth on Lilly's womanhood.

She moaned out as he licked her slit. "Arthur..."

There was a knock on the door and Arthur growled. "God dammit."

Lilly chuckled and got out of the bed. "I'll get it." She started dressing herself in blue jeans and a black button down shirt. "Coming!" she yelled.

As she got to the door and opened it, the wolves started howling from the sitting room. Patrick was at the door. "Hello, lass."

"Hey there, Patrick. What's goin' on?" she asked him.

"I took the liberty of grabbing this." Patrick pulled out a note and handed it to her. Lilly opened it and read it out loud.

Dear Mrs. Morgan,

It would seem our paths have crossed once more. You are back to reporting to me since you are no longer in England. Meet me at George Square Gardens at 4 pm. Bring your husband, too. He also has to report to me.

Sincerely,

Mr. Pierce

P.S. Please express to your husband that he cannot be violent with me.

Lilly chuckled bitterly and pocketed the note. "Well, that's just great."

Arthur had put on pants and let the wolves out of the sitting room. "No kiddin'," he said.

Patrick let out a growl. "I hate that man."

"Me too."

Patrick leaned in a bit. "Am I still seeing Adair at noon?"

"Yes," Lilly replied.

"Good. Can't wait."

Lilly tilted her head to one side as she eyeballed Patrick. He seemed particularly chipper this morning. "That anxious, are we?"

"Yes!" Adair shouted in Lilly's head. "Let me out for a moment!"

Lilly rolled her eyes. Light surrounded her and when it disappeared, Adair was standing there. "Patrick," she said.

Patrick smiled brightly at her. "Adair."

Arthur looked at them both with a grin. "What do you got planned?"

"Hunting. Maybe a stroll around the city. I really want tah show Adair the sights."

"The sights?" Adair asked.

"Yes. Old things, like buildings and statues."

"Oh, that sounds fun."

"Good. Then it's a date." Patrick took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I'll see ya later."

As he walked away, Adair let a genuine smile show and she shut the door. She leaned against it and put a hand to her heart. Arthur crossed his arms and smirked at her which resulted in Adair scrunching up her face at him. "What?"

"I think you really like him."

Adair rolled her eyes. "I only want to have intercourse with him."

"Riiight."

Adair crossed her arms and pivoted her hip. "I'm serious!"

Arthur chuckled deeply. "I take it you've never had romantic feelings for anyone before."

Adair waited a moment before speaking. "Once. Never again."

Arthur frowned. "Who was he?"

"That is not your business."

Arthur raised his hands in submission. "Okay, I'm sorry."

Adair shifted back into Lilly and Lilly let out a sigh. "She's very private about things like that."

"Huh. She's open about other stuff."

"Well, she isn't about this."

Arthur approached his wife. "Do you know who it was?"

"No idea. We've talked about it a little bit, but she still won't say too much."

"Hmm." Arthur walked over to the bed and grabbed a blue shirt from the floor. "Well, let's go meet Trelawny for breakfast."


Adair dressed herself in black pants, a navy blue shirt, and black boots. She kept her hair the same, however, with the various celtic knot braids adorned around the auburn locks. She headed downstaira to the lobby to meet Patrick who was dressed in a black suit with a red vest. Adair brought Brian and James with her. The people of Scotland were still wary of them, but Adair didn't mind a bit. Her and the wolves were above mortals anyway. "You look...presentable?" she said to Patrick.

Patrick let out a low chuckle. "Thank you...I think. Ya look bonnie as always."

Adair blushed but she quickly looked away. Why did she blush when he said that? "Because you like him," Lilly said in Adair's mind.

"Be quiet," Adair hissed.

Patrick blinked. "Me?"

"No. Lilly."

"Oh. What did she say?"

"Nevermind. Let's go."

Patrick held out his arm and Adair automatically took it. They exited the hotel and looked around. "Well, what would ya like tah do? Hunting or sightseeing?"

"Hmm. Sightseeing."

The two walked down the street with the wolves in tow. Their first stop was Edinburgh Castle which Adair definitely liked seeing, then they stopped at one of the art galleries. There was an Arthur Hughes exhibit that Adair was insistent on seeing as soon as she realized it was there.

"Oh please, let's go see his work!" she begged.

"Okay, but why?" Patrick inquired with a laugh.

Adair grabbed his hand and started running. "Just come on!"

They both ran down the hallways and corridors with the boys behind them. People either gasped or screamed briefly at the spectacle. Finally they made it to the exhibit and Adair let go of Patrick's hand before skimming all the paintings. Patrick snorted at her unusual behavior.

"What are ya looking fer?" he asked as he followed her around.

"A painting," she replied casually.

"There's plenty of paintings."

Adair looked at him with an eye roll. "A specific one. It's called "Ophelia"."

"Hmm, okay."

Patrick and Adair both looked around the exhibit until Adair squealed. "Found it!"

Patrick walked over to where her voice was coming from and he spotted the painting. It was a woman in a whitish gold dress with yellow lining. Her hair was red and long and had flowers in it. She was also holding some flowers and raising her hand to a large tree, looking over her shoulder towards where the artist would have been while painting.

"That is a bonnie la- wait a bloody second...that's you!" Patrick exclaimed with shock in his voice.

Adair chuckled. "Yep. Why do you think I got so excited?"

"How...I thought ya said ya never spent much time with people?"

"And that was the truth, but I'm over five thousand years old. "Not a lot" spans to a lot compared to mortals."

Patrick wheezed out a laugh. "I guess so." He got closer to the painting. "So, this is his depiction of Ophelia from Hamlet, aye?"

"Yes."

"Well, I must say that's rather remarkable."

Adair grabbed his hand and clenched it lightly. "Show me more, Patrick."

Patrick looked down at her hand then smiled. "Okay." The more Patrick showed her in the art gallery, the more excited she got. She'd seen plenty of beautiful art, but never like this...on display for the public to come and see. It was magical to her. There was a Vincent van Gogh painting of a castle at night time that she saw and she wanted to touch it but Patrick pulled her back. "Ah, we're not supposed to touch the art."

Adair frowned at him. "Why?"

"Art gallery rules. Some of these paintings are very old and fragile, and touching them will ruin them."

"Oh. Huh." Adair let out a raspberry and turned to Patrick. "I wish I could have mine back."

Patrick laughed. "That would be very costly."

"How costly?"

"Oh, I don't know. But..." Patrick leaned in close. "I wouldna mind having that painting at home. That way, I could look at ya all the time."

Adair looked up at Patrick with a blush. "Is this...what is it called...flirting?"

"Yes. Although I...well..."

"Well what?"

"That was a gentleman's way of flirting."

Adair raised a brow. "Oh?"

Patrick loomed in further, looking down at her. "Yes. If ya really want me to flirt, I wilna object."

"Try it."

Patrick grazed his lips against her ear. "The more I get tah know ya, the more I wantah have me way with ya."

Adair's cheeks reddened at the thought. "Why don't you have me?"

"Restraint. As a gentleman, I must have-"

Adair rubbed her cheek against his. "I don't want a gentleman. I want a man in between my legs."

Wheezy laughter came out of Patrick. "You're very blunt."

"Yes." Adair pulled on his puff tie and got his face close to hers. "I say what I want and I take what I want. I could take you right now."

Patrick gazed into her eyes. "And yet ya aren't. Why?"

"Because you want a lady."

Patrick's eyes widened. "What do you know about being a lady?"

Adair suddenly scowled and let go of him. "I suppose I don't."

Adair turned to walk away but Patrick grabbed her and turned her back around. "I didna mean any offense, lass. I only meant-"

"Just because I'm sexually open doesn't mean I can't be a lady. I'm over five thousand years old. You really think that I-"

Patrick kissed her gently and she froze, then she shut her eyes and mirrored the kiss. He pulled back with a frown. "I'm sorry."

Adair smiled softly. He really was a great kisser and feeling his mouth on hers made her feel...things. She stared at his mouth and licked her lips. "You um...ahem...know how to get a lady to be quiet."

"Yes, I do." He caressed her cheek and kissed her again. "We should get going. I have plenty more tah show ya."

Adair smirked up at him with a seductive look in her eyes. "Like what?"

"More of Edinburgh, ya naughty girl."

Adair grinned and squealed. "Can we get some food though? Do they have chocolate here?"

"Yes, but I'm going tah introduce ya tah another type of sweet."

"What's that?"

"Cranachan. Yer gonna love it."