The answer was crystal clear to her when she turned to look at Walter, who hadn't been able to tare his eyes away, after seeing her euphoric response to this most perfect of settings. However, their surroundings couldn't distract them any longer, as they titled their heads in unison, tenderly locking lips, in an all consuming kiss.
As things progressed, the butler reached down, and carefully scooped up his reason for being, as though she weighed no more than a feather, before slowly lowering her onto the previously untouched bed. He rested her head (which was still firmly attached to his own) gently onto one of the goose-feathered pillows.
When he reluctantly withdrew, she smiled a deliriously happy smile, as he clambered, somewhat nervously onto the bed beside her. Like the gentleman he had always endeavoured to be, he waited a second for permission, before advancing on top of her when this was most willingly granted. Suspended above her, he took her hands, lacing his fingers through hers, pushing them far above her head. She wriggled beneath him slightly, raising both her eyebrows and gave a sultry smile, he lowered his head, resting his forehead on hers, at which they both breathed in deeply through their noses. This coincidence invoked a giggle from both parties but when Walter pulled away ever- so-slightly, they were locked in each others gaze, and the laughter stopped.
When she could hold back no longer, Flora wrenched her head from the pillow, kissing him hungrily, with such force that it caused him to roll over slightly, until they both lay on their sides. On coming up for air, he drew her into a fierce hug, which, more than likely, didn't do her circulation the power of good. At this very moment though, that factor was of secondary concern as they had both totally surrendered themselves, neither prepared to let the other go, even for a second. Confession time was not over yet for Jarvis, as he whispered breathlessly, between placing kisses on her neck "I've missed you SO much!"
Flora prised him off her, holding his shoulders, "Me too, like you wouldn't believe" She ran her hands up and down the front of his now infamous waistcoat, breathing heavily, and swept away by the emotion pleaded "Lets never speak of it again!"
As she shook her head vigorously, a small whisp of hair found its way free. Jarvis moved to amend this immediately, brushing it from her cheek. He reached up and released her hair grip, continuing his hand, tracing the outline of her body. Both pairs of eyes followed his hand, but when it reached her waist, she grasped it in her own, and both looked up into each others eyes, their breath caught in their throats.
After less than a second Flora squeezed his hand and drew it further around her back, pulling him back on top of her. To show his appreciation, he rose onto his knees, straddling his legs either side of hers, before pulling her towards him, so she sat up, freely allowing him to run his hands through her hair, and then across her back, kissing her with unrestrained passion. Before this all but exhausted him, Walter broke the kiss and rested his chin on her left shoulder, and here the pair soothingly rocked back and forth, perfectly content at such an embrace. Soon he began to unfasten the back of her dress, at which Flora turned her head toward him, and kissed his cheek.
At the touch of her lips, he drew his head round to face her, their noses separated by the smallest of margins. Walter gave her a courteous peck on the lips before he got on with the job in hand. As he had unbuttoned her dress as far as it would go, he now slid it off her shoulders, making sure his lips touched every inch of flesh as it was newly unveiled, periodically nibbling along her collar bone gently. At this simple pleasure, Flora rolled her head back, moaning softly as she ran her fingers vigorously through his hair, before grabbing at the butler's jacket, half tearing it off before she fell back down onto the bed.
As his rolled over jacket was impeding him, Jarvis swiftly attempted to remove it. I say attempted, as sod's law would have it, this was easier said than done, as poor Walter rapidly got himself considerably tangled up. After initially giggling at his feeble attempts to achieve freedom, Flora quickly grew impatient, and after deciding to give him a helping hand, dragged herself up and wrestled the garment off of him. Not to be outdone, Walter took the opportunity to set to work, unlacing her corset. After a lot of practise at doing so (well, not so much of late), this didn't take him long. Instead of removing them separately, in a bid to save precious time, he peeled both her dress and undergarments off in unison, rolling them down the entire length of her body, himself retreating down the bed with them, away from Flora's watchful eyes. On doing so, he kept his own eyes firmly shut, breathing in deeply, wanting to prepare himself for the sheer vision he was about to behold.
However, as this was about to be revealed to him, it was tantalisingly snatched away. On looking up toward her, he discovered Flora had grabbed at the bed clothes, covering all her modesty with the downy silk sheets. Jarvis looked dumbstruck at this (which didn't go unnoticed by his lady) - surely she wasn't backing out now! He wasn't going to give her the chance! he resolved as he slowly, but surely advanced forward on all fours, towards his goal.
He tried pulling the sheet from over her, but in a moment of extraordinary human strength, she didn't give an inch. He decided a different approach was required, stopping with the tugging of the sheets and simply crawling over her, placing the sweetest kiss on her nose. For a second, Flora let go, but as he went to snatch at the sheet, she beat him to it, grinning smugly at her victory.
At this, he rolled off her, huffing to vent his frustration, burying his head into the mattress. Flora curled up into a ball, leaning back against the exquisitely engraved headboard, staunchly tucking the sheet up under her chin, and began to affectionately poke and prod her lover with her left foot. When his ribs could take no more, he gave in and looked up to her. It was then that Flora decided to put him out of his 'misery', with a surreptitious smile and a crafty glint in her eye, she teased "Well, why should you have all the fun!" At this, she raised an eye brow and nodded for Water to get off the bed.
Momentarily, he was devastated, this wasn't happening, they couldn't stop there! Reluctantly he tore himself from her side and stood on the rug beside the bed.
"Well…?" Flora enquired, straightening out her legs and folding her arms impatiently across her chest.
"Well wha- .. ahhhh" Jarvis replied as he realised what this was all about, apart from his jacket - he was still fully clothed! "I see…" he cooed, grinning to himself, letting out a sharp blast of air through his nose and looking down at the rug, shaking his head at his own nativity.
He gazed back up at her, her expectant face now complete with the biting of the lower lip. He began removing his items of clothing, one by one, with extreme exaggeration (trying to be sexy, but actually in manner of Full Monty, hopping rather nervously on one leg!) Flora watched intently, drumming her feet against the mattress, venting her anticipation, her grin widening with every piece discarded, though the raucous laughter was inherent from the outset.
All that was now left was his shirt and tie, but as he went to remove the strip of black material from around his collar, the now exceedingly amorous housekeeper called out her next order "Oh no ….No, you can leave that on!"
"Really!" he gasped, cocking his head to one side, her silly ideas never ceased to amaze him.
"Oh yes" she replied graciously, throwing back his half of the bed covers with her left hand, her right seductively stroking the pillow beside hers. This was an invitation no man, least of all Jarvis would dream of turning down, so quickly, as though she were about to disappear in a puff of smoke, he practically dived onto the bed beside her. However, this still wasn't close enough for Flora Ryan, who grabbed at the tie she had requested stayed put, and pulled him against her, capturing his lips with her own. At the same time, Jarvis managed to seize the rich coloured blanket, pulling it over the two of them.
Eventually, he came to rest just next to her, his head on her chest, where it remained for sometime. The pair thought to themselves that this and no where else in the entire world was where they most wanted to be, where they belonged.
As they hadn't spoken, let alone moved for some time, and the rest had only served to increase Flora's appetite, she became a little (understatement!) anxious and tried, in vain, to haul herself up, only to discover that Walter had in fact managed to fall asleep on her! After the initial internal screaming of 'How DARE he!' she managed to calm herself down. When she was no longer feeling quite put out at this, she placed a loving peck on the crown of his head, whispering "I love you" into his grossly dishevelled hair, before sighing deeply to herself, as she looked up at the ceiling, placing her head back on the pillow. She continued to caress his soft hair, staring (unbelievably considering recent events) at the unspeakably beautiful ring he had finally managed to get onto her finger, indeed, onto the correct finger! As she did so, it occurred to her that Walter's right hand was resting protectively on her stomach, the most reassuring and equally overwhelming eventuality, the thought of which brought tears to her eyes, and did not escape her mind, until she too drifted off. It was there that the two lovers slept silently, cradled in each others arms.