Cassandra steps closer to Brianna, "What's the other way?"
Brianna lowers her head nervous about the answer to this question; knowing not only her husband, but Jenkins as well would be upset about the answer. Clearing her throat her eyes finds Cassandra's eyes thinking it would be easier to tell the redhead Brianna nervously responds, "Galahad has a birthmark is in a…sensitive area." She waved her hand in front of her apex of her thighs as she utters the words 'sensitive area.' "I could check Jenkins since I know not only where this birthmark is but the size, shape and color as well."
Jenkins watched as the color drains from Galahad's face to red color as his expression turns from shock to fuming; a smirk came across Jenkins' face when he witness the younger man mood change, but the smirk faded fast when he realized what Brianna meant by sensitive area.
Colonel Braid could feel the thickness of not only awkwardness but also rage building in the room; knowing this was a time to bring this conversation from raw emotion to a more scientific discussion, "What would this birthmark prove?"
Brie looks at the Colonel contemplating her response as well as her feelings. Having the same birthmark would prove Galahad and Jenkins were simply split and could merge without any fear of losing them, but somehow as always she knew she would lose. "It would be for the best if they both had the birthmark."
"NO! I don't think so, Brianna. You are my wife…not his," Galahad rushes to his wife's side towering over her, eyes pleading for her to change her mind.
"I don't know of any other way, and we have to be positive. You remember how you found me that day…forgetting you would…devastate me."
Seeing the tears in her eyes and hearing the hoarseness in her voice Galahad steps aside with his head hanging low, "Just remember one thing...that ring on your finger is from me…not him. Even if he has the same birthmark as me."
Brianna nods her head; she gently presses her lips to his soft shaven cheek, she can smell his masculine cologne with his own distinct scent; the combination always made her feel calm, a sense of peace during any storm. Turning her attention to Jenkins, "Where would you like me to check you? I'm sure you don't want to do it in here with everyone looking."
Jenkins stood baffled and stutters, "No…umm…we…we could go to my bedroom." He stood there looking at all the smirking faces of the librarians minus one, Cassandra's jaw was locked and her eyes glaring at Brianna. He realized Cassandra was upset and it bothered him he couldn't comfort her. Jenkins glances back one last time at redhead before leading Brianna down the hallway to the one place he never brought anyone…his bedroom. Desperate to talk about anything while marching down the hallway to his bedroom to show her his private area for her to inspect he wonders how this younger generation could have casual sex. You're not going to have casual anything with her…oh just talk about anything! "I…I…ummm…had a dream last night."
Intrigued about why he would bring up having a dream when she was about to inspect his naught bits Brianna asks, "Really? About what?"
"I'm not sure...but…I know you were in my dream." Why did he have to tell her she was in it? What possessed him to say that? Great at the rate I'm going I'm going to tell her I pleasured myself after having that dream.
Her eyebrow raises, "Tell me what happened in your dream?" Jenkins begin to relay his dream, Brianna quickly realizes the dream was really a memory…of their first meeting. Looking away as his soothing voice tells of their first meeting, she fell into a blank void where only his words exist. How could he know if he wasn't Galahad…my Galahad?
Jenkins notice while he spoke her eyes widen, her mouth was slightly open as her head slowly turns away from him, "Is something the matter?"
Startled by his question she realized she was not breathing. Taking a deep breath she chances to look into his eyes, but fails. Focusing on his gray pocket square while trying to calm herself she asks, "What?"
He stops in front of his bedroom door, "Are you okay?"
She glances up, his chocolate brown eyes full of concern she hesitates to answer, "Yes."
"We don't have to do this…if you don't want to?"
She desperately wanted to believe they just resembled each other and nothing more; however, his dream of their first meeting made it difficult to believe that. Nodding her head, "I need to know…to be sure…I just need to know." She wanted to know who was the real Galahad? According to Judson, Jenkins was the real Galahad hidden away in the annex of the library, but why; who would do such a thing?
Jenkins turns to open his bedroom door letting her in a faint masculine scent of his cologne still hung in the air overwhelmed her senses; she looks around his room noticing everything was neat and tidy with nothing out of place until she hears Jenkins gasp.
Before Jenkins could shut his door Cassandra walks in. Surprised by the young redhead he takes a step back from the door. He was sadden by the fact he was completely focused on Brianna he never heard or noticed Cassandra walking behind them as he lead Brianne to his private room.
"Cassandra…what…what are you doing here," asked a confused Jenkins. She cannot stay here while Brianna checks for this mark.
"I just thought I would help Brianna check for this mark…" Cassandra moves next to Brianna, "…alright… take it off and give us a look."
Jenkins froze the color from his face drains leaving him pale; his body forgets to take in the much needed oxygen as he faces the two most beautiful woman in his semi-immortal life waiting for him to take off his clothes. This would be most men's fantasy, hell, it had been his fantasy before, but this worried him. This was the first time he had two women in his room wanting him to take off his clothes. He stutters finding it difficult to find words to make sense, "I…I…I…"
Brianna cleared her throat, "I really don't need any help, Cassandra. Thanks anyway." Even though it would have been a good idea for the redhead to stay due to the lack of control Brianna had when she was around the knight she still did not want her to stay. Cassandra narrowed her eyes and clinches her jaw Brianna could swear she could hear her teeth grind.
"Jenkins? Do you want to me stay or go?"
His eyes dances in between the two as he tried to comprehend the conversation; beads of sweet starts to form on his fore head. He was a Knight…a knight of the round table. He has fought in many wars; an expert at sword fighting, but standing in between these two beautiful women he was dumbfounded. His mind races as he thought of a way to calmly ask Cassandra to leave; he was not ready for her to see him in that manner. He wanted to take her to a nice dinner, to a show, to court her and maybe even marry her before showing her his manhood. "I think it's best you go."
Cassandra's eyes widen, shocked that he wanted her to leave, she crosses her left arm over to her right arm rubbing her arm as if she rubbing the pain away, "Fine I'll go." She stops at the door, "Sorry. Bye," with a small smile that did not touch her eyes she was out the door.
They watch as Cassandra closes the door. "She likes you…you know."
Jenkins simple nods his head, "You think so?" Could she be interested in an old knight like me? She needs someone of her own time period…not an old man.
"Yes, I would have done the same thing," chuckles Brie.
Standing next to his king size bed with royal blue sheets and matching comforter, he begins to take off his pants afterwards he neatly folds them then placing the pair on the cedar chest at the foot of the bed lost in his thoughts. He tried not to think about how beautiful she is or how her dress hugged her body perfectly; instead he tried to remember the periodic table of elements.
"Is that a dagger," asks Brianna.
Hearing her silvery voice pulls him out of the thoughts, he pauses from removing his clothes finally looking into Brianna's face, since he last spoke his heart started to beat faster as his body grew hotter by the second, "Umm…what?" Seeing her move so effortlessly towards him with eyes of desire dance along his legs; she lowers down onto her knees his eyes widen with disbelief without his consent he gasp.
"You have a dagger attached to your leg?" Brianna reaches out with both hands untying the leather strap holding the dagger in place noticing the fine stitching on the sheath. Watching as she studies the small piece of metal with small intricate designs on the handle as a smile dances across her lips, "I remember the first time I saw this…by the lake…you cut…"
"Apple…I cut a piece of apple for us to share," interrupted Jenkins staring at the dagger as if he seeing it for the first time. "I…remember." His eyebrows furrowed he lets out a sigh remembering how he cut the apple, gently placing the juicy slices into her awaiting mouth.
Brianne lifts her head up to gaze upon Jenkins; she reaches for his hand pulling herself up to stand close to him. She presses her breast against his strong chest she pushes herself up on her toes to place a simple soft kiss on his lips. Lowing herself down she whisper, "Galahad."
Brianna lowers her head in shame she takes a step back she whispers, "Sorry…I shouldn't have done that."
Jenkins was surprise by the spark of desire the simple kiss caused him. He always prided himself on being an honorable knight; one that could not be tempted and here he stood looking at his very own temptress all alone in his bedroom half nude. No one would know of this simple kiss at least not from his lips. Thoughts of pulling her into his arms and never letting go was cut short when he heard her apologize for the kiss and admitting it shouldn't have happen his primal urges came to an abrupt stop; much like a car sliding on an icy road being slammed into a snow bank. "It's alright."
She stood there for a moment in awkward silence knowing she wanted to continue the kiss, but couldn't. She was there to check on one birthmark then report to the others. She took a deep breath in with his distinct musk that hung in the air, it made her smile as if waking up in the morning to the smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls. Shaking her head to help remove the thought of kissing him again Brianna finally spoke, "Let's just get on with it…shall we?"
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Colonel Baird paced the hallway in front the doors leading into the work room; she stopped when she seen Cassandra walking towards her in a hush tone she questions, "What happened? Why are you back?"
Cassandra lowers her eyes, "He asked me to leave…he didn't want me there."
"Oh." Colonel Baird places her hand on her shoulder trying to give some kind of comfort to the young librarian. "I'm sorry, Cassandra."
"It's okay."
"Listen…you need to stay out of here in the hallway. Jenkins 2.0 is pacing back and fourth in there. The guys are trying to talk to him to calm him down. He only calmed a little when we told him you were going to be in there too."
Cassandra nods her head in understanding but doesn't say anything. She could empathize with Galahad. She was not married to Jenkins, but she cared for him deeply. It wasn't love at first sight; it developed over time spent together learning, listening, and just being in his presents made her heart beat with a purpose again. She was not just brain grape girl or math girl…she was Cassandra and she did not mind being his Cassandra.
The doors of the work room slammed open with Galahad holding a sword rushing towards Cassandra, "Where's my wife?!"
She takes a few steps back until her back was to the other side of the hallway. He never lifted the sword, but his stern stare into her eyes frighten her completely.
Seeing the redhead's fear written across her face he steps back lowers his head, "I just…" He reaches his hand up to his neck and proceeds to rub his neck, "I can't…Never mind…I'll find them myself."
Flynn, Jake, Ezekiel came out of the workroom just in time to watch Galahad storm down the hallway in the direction of Jenkins' bedroom.
"We need to follow him before he does something crazy," instructs Colonel Baird.
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Jenkins finished retiring his bow tie then reaches for this jacket; he glances at his reflection one last time relieved that the redness from his checks finally was gone. He could still feel her soft delicate hand nudging his hands that were cupping his manhood to get a better look at his birthmark that was so close to his naughty bits. He watches Brianna from the reflection of the mirror standing in front of the fireplace examining all his mementos from his long life. She runs her fingers over a regular blue ink pen. The simple pen had a large fake yellow sunflower at the end attached with green tape that Cassandra made herself. She carelessly left that pen on his work desk in the annex and he kept it; she never asked about or wondered about that missing pen and he would not say a word to her about the pen. The pen brought memories of that day the short skirt she wore and how brilliant Cassandra really is. Brianna reaches towards a golden leaf picture frame holding a picture of him and Charlene standing on a mountain-side with the blue sea behind them in the distance; the picture was taken some 500 years ago in Grease. He notices a faint smile on her face.
"This picture shouldn't exist. You look as if you have barley have any gray hair at all."
He knew what she was getting at, "It was taking about 500 years ago."
"Who took the picture?"
"Judson."
"How?"
He didn't want to admit he created the first camera to hold on to this moment of hope of a future with Charlene or how now it serves as a reminder staying alone is better then being rejected. Clearing his throat, "Ready?"
Brianna indulges him as he avoids her question, "Yes, let's go."