Chapter Two
Let the Games Begin
Still panting, Roxton rolled off of Marguerite and sighed with content, staring up at the ceiling. "Marguerite, darling, you are an incredible woman."
She smiled slyly, drawing the covers more firmly against her damp body. "See, John, I have my talents…other than being infuriating." She snuggled against his side and relished in the feel of having his solid, warm body beside her. "You know, it only took us four years. Veronica and Malone are still wandering around clueless."
Roxton chuckled, wrapping an arm securely around his wife. "Maybe we should shove them in the right direction."
"It's not our business to mingle with their affairs, John."
"Since when haven't you been nosey?"
"Since ever." She rolled over so that she was facing him. "John…there's something I need to tell you." She glanced down, unable to meet his eyes for fear of the betrayal she knew she would find there. "I made a…mistake. A horrible mistake. It was one of those impulsive moves I always tend to make. And I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It really didn't mean anything. I swear."
Roxton peered at her strangely, and a bit worriedly. "Whatever it is, darling, it can be forgiven."
"No," she pulled away from him, clutching the blanket to her. "No, it can't be forgiven. I…god, how do I tell you this?" She ran a hand nervously through her hair. "I don't know why I did it, but it seemed so harmless and right at the time." She swung her feet off the bed and hissed as they connected with the cold wooden floor. "Last week…I kissed Malone. I mean I kissed him."
"You…you what?" Roxton sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. "Why, Marguerite? Why would you…you…kiss him?"
"We were patrolling the fence where it had weakened. We started talking and one thing led to another and I…I just…kissed him. I got caught up in the moment, but after getting over the shock he pushed me away. I felt so ashamed and he was mortified, but kind. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone."
"Marguerite," he murmured. "I…I don't know what to say." He got out of bed, slipping on his trousers. "This is…quite a confession, but…" he came around the bed to her side and knelt down to be level with her. "But, Marguerite, darling, I love you and I'm not going to loose you over this. So you kissed Malone. Beg deal. As long as it never happens again, I don't see why we can't forget the whole bloody thing."
Damn, she thought disgruntled. He wasn't supposed to take it so well. Yet…this has possibilities. I can milk this one before going on to Plan B.
Marguerite smiled, throwing her arms around her husband. "Oh, John, I'm so glad you're not angry with me."
The hell I'm not angry, Roxton thought bitterly. Damn it, she kissed another man! "Of course not, darling. Can I ever stay mad at you?" No…I can't, but I can stay infuriated at her actions. How could she do this to me? "Hey, it never happened, ok, darling?" Never happened my arse.
Hugging him tightly, Roxton couldn't see the gleam in her eye. Payback's a bitch, John, my love.
End Chapter Two
I hope no one got confused. Remember in Chapter One she said she would pay him back for the stunt he pulled? Well…she's doing just that. Anyway, thank you for past reviews and (hopefully) future ones.