The way to the Windsor Hotel was long and perilous. Detective Murdoch and Dr. Ogden had shared a long, langourous kiss. They had felt the tension rising between them, their breath quicken. Julia could not help but move her hand in William's hair, placing her other hand on his chest. She then felt his muscles contract under her fingers, her tongue was wrapped with more force around his, the hand of William on her thigh had risen a little higher and his fingers were deep in her hair. Then, they separated, breathless, placing their foreheads against each other, trying to calm down, remembering where they were. Julia had risen, she had helped William to wear his shirt, she closed his buttons one by one concentrating on her task for not succumbing to the irresistible urge to caress the chest of her husband. She helped him put his jacket and his shoes. He got up and she took his arm tenderly.
-We can go? She asked tenderly.
-Yes, I have only one desire; leave this place.
Julia nodded and wordlessly they headed with difficulty to the door. William's fingers were closing hard on the arm of his wife, he extended a hand in front of him at times, uncertain of where he was.
-Trust me, then whispered Julia, there are three steps there, be careful.
So she guided him into the street. The hospital noise were destabilizing him, but those of the street were almost frightening. William froze several times, turning his head in all directions. A child cried a little further, there was a seller of fish, a carriage started briskly down the street, a bicycle's bell. At this time, the environment seemed so dangerous he had to breath and he refused to do one more step. Julia immediately noticed the reaction of her husband and she looked at him carefully. She could see in his attitude that something was wrong, he seemed alert, terrified. A quick look around and Julia realized. Slowly, she walked up to him, taking his hand tenderly.
-My love, all will be well, we are close to the carriage, everything will seem quieter inside and when we are in our room, you can rest.
-And so, if I never, find the sight? I will tremble every second? I'll be petrified when I get out? I have to stay on your arm all the time?
-We will face this together William, I'll be there, we'll find a way, we will seek a cane tomorrow and you will learn to move and live again.
-And my work? What will I become? The house that is on construction?
Julia was silent for a long time. She saw the man she knew so brave and strong, the man she knew well, his hero, now, weak and terrified, taken of doubts and invaded by the fear of tomorrow. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces. She was unable even to look deeply into his eyes, to give him all the love she felt for him. Even this detail, yet so important to them, they had not the right. She looked at the white bandages, the bandage encircling his head and all she could do was to tighten her fingers around his.
-Together we will overcome this ordeal William, she whispered tenderly, we will return to the hotel, you still need to rest.
He did not answer and she just walked up to him to file a tender kiss on his lips. She knew that an attitude like this one was inappropriate in such a busy street where they were, but Julia had never give a importance to the "what people will say." At the end of this brief, tender kiss, they resumed their journey slowly, always closely entwined, Julia guiding William to the nearest carriage. She helped him to climb and she did the same after him. Once both installed on the dark bench, the young woman tenderly laid her head on the shoulder of her husband. She sighed deeply and after a glance granted to William, she kissed his neck, feeling his beard tickling her nostrils.
-I love you William, she whispered, and you're alive, that's all that matters.
He did not answer, tightening his arm around the waist of Julia to hold her against him, and so they journeyed in silence, simply pressed against each other.
It was only when they shut the door of the suite behind them that William finally sighed deeply, relieved to no longer be at thr viex of people. He could not see their looks of pity, but he heard it in their voices. And he could not stand it. That gave him the feeling of being undermined and even lower than he thought.
-Would you like I command you something to eat? Asked Julia away from him leaving him a little lost in the hall.
-Yes, I'm a little hungry, admitted William, but I would also like to make ... a ... freshen up.
-Of course, I order and I take care of you, continued the young woman removing her hat and coat.
-Julia it's hum ... awkward.
-What? Julia sighed now so close that he could feel her breath on his skin. I saw you naked many times William, she said in a loving voice on his lips, and we took many bath together.
-But there is ... different.
-I'm also a Doctor William, do not worry. You have to be bothered by anything at all. Come on, she said, slipping her hand into his to guide him to the bedroom, I'll make you run water and I'll leave you alone, you have only to call me if you need me .
Without a word, they went to the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom. On the way, William stumbled into a small table and uttered a groan of pain. Even his own room proved to be a minefield. Once in the bathroom, Julia left him to look into the tub and turned on the water. Then she undressed gently William. She needed all her good will to not let her hands and lips slide over the body of her husband. She saw how his breathing quickened and when she removed his underwear, she could not help but pinch the lips, feeling the powerful desire born in her lower abdomen. William had memorized every gesture of his wife, he had felt his breath catch when the clothes were failing on the chair a little further, he could hear the heavy breathing of Julia. He knew his body responded to her gentle attentions, he knew she had to fight right now to keep the distance, to not snuggle into his arms and kiss his entire body. Julia was undressed him in this way many times, and he had allowed himself to simply, plunging his eyes into hers, tasting her skin, making his tongue dance with hers. But that day, everything was different, yet the passion devouring him inside again. He felt the fingers of Julia touch his swollen and tense manhood, and without realizing it, he moved his hips toward her, pushing a small sigh of desire when his member stumbled against the fabric of her skirt.
-Julia, he moaned carrying his hand to the cheek of the young woman.
Again, without seeing her, he could touch the exact place where he did every time. Julia could not help but smile gently and she cocked her head to the side to speak on his lips.
-We are in the middle of the day Detective Murdoch, I think it is wise that you take a bath, you eat something and you rest. You are with Dr Ogden right now and not to Mrs. Murdoch.
-Mrs. Murdoch would be willing to commit a folly with me in the middle of the day? He said, smiling.
-Absolutely, Julia sighed by touching his lips with hers, but it is more reasonable to listen to Dr. Ogden. Although Mrs. Murdoch fight with all her strength not to succumb to the desire she feels for Mr. Murdoch.
She then filed a tender and long kiss on his lips, stroking her fingertips hip dangerously pointing her hand towards his manhood, but she withdrew it almost immediately having touched and she took his hand to guide him in the bathtub . She helped him to be seated, dropping his hand at the last moment, giving him a tender look as her husband slide in warm water. At this time, Julia had one wish, remove her clothes and also sink into the water, lie against the body of William, feel his hands on her bare, damp skin and feel his member grow against her thigh. She wanted to kiss him, to touch, caress, again and again while he would love her dearly for long, interminable minutes.
They ate almost in silence. Julia sat on the chair nearby William, the first three bites, she had just asked him to open his mouth so that she could bring him the full range of food. The third, however, he put his hand on hers. She guided him, helping to plant the fork in the food, looking fondly. The touch was the sense that William felt grow the most. This was not a day he had lost his sight, and yet he already felt how his sense of touch was tenfold. Groping, he found the cutlery, glass, Julia always at his side. At the end of the meal, he had risen. She had held his arm to guide him to the bedroom and make him sit on their bed. With all the products necessary for his healing, Julia stay in front of him and slowly undid his bandage. Whenever she was making a turn, herbreath became scarce. She was afraid, afraid to discover the extent of her husband's injuries. She put the bandage on the bed next to him, then she gently removed the cotton that covered his eyes. Her breath caught immediately. He had his eyes closed, but his eyelids were red, swollen and he could not open them.
-William, she said in one breath, feeling the tears flow.
-They are severely affected, is not it? Whispered him in turn.
Julia did not reply. She did not know what to say, she was just silent, petrified.
-Julia?
He held out his hands towards her, without knowing where they would fail. He felt the fabric of her skirt, her hips, he had just put on her hips he tenderly stroked a moment. Then he drew her a little more against him, between his knees.
-You are...
She did not finish her sentence, stroking fingertips William eyelids stifling another sob. He waited a few seconds in total silence. Julia was reliving a scene from her past, when she had thought losing the man she loved, even when hiding her feelings for him. That day, when, for the first time, she had thought losing him. That day she came into his office and she had nursed his burned hand. That day, she was afraid, terribly afraid, like today. It took a few seconds to compose herself. She had to pull herself together, show strong and present for him.
-Does it hurt?
-Yes, a bit, said William, the burn on my cheek too.
-I'll give you an injection then, and give you ointment, you will sleep no doubt, but I'll be there to watch over you.
-As you always do, he replied simply with a smirk.
Thus, Julia nursed him tenderly and lovingly as she could, making sure that her actions do not hurt him even more. When William was ready, he lay down and she packed her things, then she leaned forward to kiss his forehead.
-Stay with me, William whispered an already sleepy voice.
Julia then approached him, still fully dressed, she snuggled against the body of William. It was only three in the afternoon but shehad to admit that she was exhausted. She laid her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, where she felt his heart beat and she stayed there looking at him during long minutes. He was unconscious, asleep. She kissed his neck as she did so often, and she closed her eyes finally, burying her face in the crook of his neck, savoring the smell, then, without realizing it, she also fell asleep deeply.
to be continued...