William was glad she was here. He did not like spending the night away from his wife. Added bonus, had she not come, he would have had to share a room with George while the Inspector spent the night alone in a room. Thanks to Julia, they had the double room and George and the Inspector had to share.
"Julia, would you like to go out and look at the stars for a while?" William asked for the bed where he was reading the newspaper.
"Oh … I would love to but I just undid my hair and ..." she said, getting out of the bathroom.
"I love it when your hair is down. And they say here that there should be shooting stars." he said, looking at her, his eyes immediately following her golden hair down her back.
"Well, I do love shooting stars. It's romantic." she said, sitting down next to him and starting to braid her hair.
"No, leave it like that." William said, taking her hands off her hair. "But you might want to button back your shrit." he added, kissing her quickly before getting up and taking his jacket.
William picked a shawl and wrapped it around his wife. They walked out hand in hand. Julia moved closer to her husband when they got to the park next to where they were staying.
"I should have taken you a coat, or a blanket. Do you want me to go back and grab something for you?" William asked.
"Don't worrry I'll be fine." Julia smiled at him. "You'll just have to share your warmth, that's all." she continued, turning around to face him.
She unbuttoned his jacket and hugged him, her arms between his vest and his jacket. She laughed when she felt him shiver.
"Why are your hands always so cold?" William asked, pulling her deeper into him.
"They're not always cold, just now. And I know how to warm them." she said, pulling his shirt and under shirt, putting her hands directly on his skin. "Don't move William." she laughed when she felt him try to avoid her hands.
"You're lucky I love you because I should push you away right now." William grumbled.
"I know I'm lucky you love me William." she said, kissing him lovingly. "And you brought me out to look at the stars."
"You haven't even looked yet, you're too busy torturing me."
"Oh poor you." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now let's lie down and look at those shooting stars."
On their backs, Julia's head on her husband's chest, they looked at the sky.
From the porch of the house where they were all staying, Thomas Brackenreid was smoking, watching them. He could not believe how much his detective had changed since he had admitted to everyone that he loved Doctor Ogden and that they were married. In all the years he had known them, he would never have guessed. Sure, there was some light flirting, but that was to be expected with two single people their age. Now that he thought about it, maybe there had been some … moments. He was surprised to find himself getting angry at the Doctor's father. How could he ask such a thing to the young couple? How could he not see what a chance it was to have William Murdoch as a son-in-law. He would never understand these rich people for whom propriety and reputation were everything. He was thinking about how much Julia had had to turn her back on when a noise caught his attention. He stood up and walked down the couple of steps of the porch to look at the sky. Not sure if he was hallucinating, he looked back at Murdoch and Julia and saw that they were getting up and quickly walking back towards the house.
"What happened?" Julia asked as she saw her husband enter their bedroom.
"George and I were chloroformed. We followed the flying object, found where in had landed and … well let's just say that we were not discreet enough." He explained.
He was going to continue his explanation when he heard the water running in the bathroom.
"Did you invite someone in for the night?"
"No, it's just the inspector." Julia laughed. "He refused to leave me alone once you and George had left. He said that you would probably kill him if something were to happen to him while you were away chasing the bad guys. Why do you all think I cannot take care of myself?"
"I know you can Julia, that's not the quetsion. It's just … let's say I prefer not having to find out. Better safe than sorry. And the inspector, I'm sure he feels the same way."
"I asked you before to give me boxing lessons. I know you were quite good when you were young and ..."
"I'll have you know that I was better than just quite good Mrs Murdoch. And that I still am." William said, backing her up against the wall.
Before she could answer, she was cut off by his lips on hers, kissing her possessively. Before closing her eyes in pleasure, she saw the inspector gather his things quickly and leaving the room, a knowing smile on his face.