Isobel POV
My eyes are closed and so I use my other senses. There is a soft cotton sheet on my back, warm skin underneath my front and I can feel his fingertips making patterns on my shoulder. I can smell his soap and it makes my stomach flip. This scent, I've caught whiffs of it before. During the war when we worked closely. Having my nose so close to his skin is allowing his scent to permeate me. I can hear the beating of his heart, strong and steady within his chest.
His breathing changes as he takes a deep breath. I wonder if he is going to speak. He doesn't he merely begins tracing patterns again on my shoulder again. I cuddle in closer and let the silence wrap around us like a blanket.
I still need to see Lord Merton, I think he should know that while I have great respect for him I don't love him. I love Richard. It should be simple with Dickie for we never had an understanding of that sort. There's the point to point this weekend and Violet says I have to go.
Richards hand travels closer to my spine making me sigh and push thoughts of Violet and Merton away. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can.
I must have fallen asleep for when I open my eyes next I see the smooth skin of Richard's back. He's sitting up on the edge of the bed, I sit up too and embrace him from behind. I cross my arm over his chest while my own chest makes contact with his back. He groans and turns his head to kiss me. When he pulls back I can see him smiling and I feel powerful that I was able to put that smile on his face.
"I have to go." He tells me softly.
I just nod, I'll gladly wait for him. I Sink back down into the bed and watch as he picks up his clothes and puts them on. It's oddly relaxing watching him put on his trousers before pulling on his shirt. His waistcoat is next, he removes his pocketwatch only to put it back. I find it odd that he has these rituals, this compulsion to check the watch that he knew was there. I'm going to enjoy learning all the superstitions he holds. When he's dressed he comes back beside the bed and pulls up the sheets. His hand reaches out and his finger trails across my bare shoulder. I wonder what secret message he is writing there.
The day passes by in bursts, I find time creeping by slowly. An hour seems to stretch as long as a day then I find that the clock has jumped three hours or more. I move closer to the front window so I can see outside. My heart rate increases when I see him. Once again I open the door before he even gets to it. He comes inside and I kiss him openly in the middle of the hall. Another benefit of having no ladies maid or butler, I can do whatever I wish in this place. I hold out my hand like I did yesterday and he takes it.
What I want that this moment more than anything is for him to use my body to write messages of love. Soon we are in my bed clad only in our skin. He whispers to me this time and I find I'm the one who cries out. He holds me close and when I feel his fingers on my shoulder I let my eyes close.
A/N: More is coming, our garbage disposal decided to leak and break as did a pipe under our sink so I've had no sink/water/or dishwasher.