Night fell on the city. Standing at the window of his office, Detective Murdoch watched the roofs of houses and buildings grow everywhere around the city center. Toronto took the space today. Every day a new building was built, another road was inaugurated, another Streetcar line was drawn. The city modernized and was growing more and more, day by day. Detective Murdoch watched the lights come on around the city, lost in thought. He played long minutes already with the small invitation he had received during the week. The white envelope given to him by Constable Higgins was quite common. But he recognized this writing, that he had read for hours a few weeks earlier in Julia's book. He simply smiled. He opened the envelope to see the invitation to the ball. A delicate fragrance came into his nose and closed his eyes for a few seconds. He felt her close to him, he heard his name she pronounced lip to his ear. He smiled. He would go to the ball. He could not go another day without seeing, without touching her. William never had thought I could act this way, he who had always been well contain his desires. He had become a dependent man, and she was his drug.
-Still daydreaming Murdoch? Threw his superior in a serious voice in the doorway of his office.
William gasped and turned to him but before he had time to say anything at all, he saw the Inspector chuckle.
-Well, you be dressed really well tonight, an appointment?
-No I...
-Do not lie Murdoch, this jacket and the shoes are new, so far I can feel your scent, your hair is slicked back as usual.
William winced. Yes, he took great care to prepare that night. He did not usually go to such festivities. He wanted to be at the height of the event, he would be worthy of Julia and for this he had to be perfect.
-Do ... you think it's too much? He muttered, frowning.
-Not for a beautiful lady, no, it's fine.
William sighed in relief and he just smiled.
-So? What's her name?
-Sir I ...
-The one that cooked good pies? Crabtree, he gave the young man who was on the open space, while William grimaced, what the name of the secretary that Murdoch attended some time ago, the pies?
-Mrs. Jones, Sir, immediately replied the young man, her pies were divine.
-So? Brakenreid said, turning to him. It's her?
-No, no that's not her, William replied abruptly.
-What a shame, they were good, stammered Brakenreid, I hope she will also from time to time, we like pies Murdoch and you know it's always better to share, added his superior with a wink ' eye.
William pursed his lips. He doubted that Julia is the kind of woman to spend her afternoons in the kitchen to make pies. Although she did every morning pancakes to her daughter, he was betting on the fact that it was the only thing she cooked. But she has many other talents, thought William, smiling.
-You are totally enthralled with what I see, you smile stupidly, threw Brakenreid chuckled.
William pulled himself together, he pursed his lips and he cleared his throat a moment before heading to his door to take his coat parka and hat.
-If you'll excuse me, I would not be late, he said simply before leaving the office without looking back.
-But of course, do, do not make that lovely lady waiting too long.
William did not answer, he did not even bother to turn around or slow down. He knew he would be entitled to outbursts of his superior for months after that.
-Well Crabtree, sighed Brakenreind by William looked away, I think that finally our dear Detective Murdoch fell in love. Hopefully it will last this time, because Ms. Jones did certainly good pies, I do not think that's what Murdoch is looking for today.
The two men exchanged a look and just a moment later, they went back to work in silence, but yet a shy smile, both delighted to see their colleague and friend today, resumed taste life after years of mourning.
When he ascended the imposing marble staircase and wrought iron, William felt his stomach knot. He wondered why he was there, why all his new clothes did not seem as valuable as the costumes of the men he met on his way. Women were bejeweled, all laughing, talking, drinking, and it felt like an idiot. It was not his place. When he arrived in the great hall on the first floor and saw so much luxury, idleness, refinement, he froze. This world was very different from his, so far he had dizzy.
-Glass of champagne sir? He asked the young man in tails who walked past him.
-Yes, thank you, William replied by seizing the glass.
He had not the slightest intention of drink it, he needed to hold something in the hands, to reassure, to blend in. So he scanned the faces of those present. He knew several of view, having seen their picture in the paper, to have been dealing with some judges, doctors, politicians, during his investigations. Even the mayor was there with his wife. Well then a little further he saw another group of people. He smiled at the young blonde woman wearing red dress he loved so much, the one she wore when they met. He wondered during a second if she had deliberately chosen this outfit. She was much more elegant than the first time, her eyes were ringed with black, her lips were drawn a shimmering red, a white flower in her hair was combed to the side, a pearl pendant rested on the top of her chest and earrings hung in her neck and caressing her soft skin. William saw her laugh and he left the reality. He was dying to rush towards her to hug, to kiss languidly, to let his fingers slide over her thin skin. But instead, he remained there, motionless, watching in secret, without her noticing. He felt someone hit and overthrew his glass against him.
-Oh excuse me I ... I have not seen you, I ...
He crossed the blue eyes of the young woman who stood against him and he just smiled.
-This is nothing Madam, he said looking down at his chest.
-I'm confused, let me fix that.
She took a towel on a tray and she immediately applied it to his chest, crossing her eyes. She smiled at him and he did the same.
-I do not think I know you, sir?
-Murdoch, Detective William Murdoch.
-I didn't know my husband knew a Detective, well here is surprising, she said with a seductive air without ceasing to wipe.
-I ... I think it is alright... Mrs.
-Pendrick, ended she by finally away, but call me Sally.
He smiled back and looked up to where Julia was but he didn't saw her anymore. A quick look around the room did not allow him to locate her. He then focused on the young woman in front of him and seemed not to want to let go. He felt incredibly ill-at-ease. This woman was superb, he had to admit. She was attractive and she seemed to enjoy his company, but he could not help but think of Julia. So he pretended to be interested in the conversation, she introduced him an emerging artist whose name was forgot immediately and after a few minutes, his eyes met the woman he had come back that night. He saw the anger in her eyes despite the distance. He saw her lips pinched while Sally Pendrick put her hand again on his forearm, then, Julia vanished. He followed her from eyes to see her leave the room. He remained a few short minutes, just long enough for him to apologize and put on the trail another glass of champagne he had not touched. He left the crowded room. He borrowed the long corridor where he met couples that greeted politely. He had no idea of where Julia was, but he knew he would not leave the party without having found her, without taking her in his arms. He turned the corner of the hallway, seeing the closed wooden doors scroll when one of them was slightly ajar. He glanced into the deserted corridor and slowly opened the door to enter. The light was on and he saw the young woman sitting on a dark office, one hand behind her on the stand, drinking quietly. He gently closed the door behind him to see her drink in one go the bottom of the glass and place it on the cabinet before she goes to him.
-You were deep in conversation, I do not want to disturb you, she said, meeting his eyes.
-Yes Sally ...
-Sally? Well, you call her by her name?
- She insisted, William muttered.
-And we refuses nothing to Mrs. Pendrick, Julia sighed, looking up to heaven, I have never supported this bitch.
-I found her quite charming.
-It is because you are a man William, Julia retorted by throwing him a look, well I'm not going to waste any more time, you could go talk to Sally.
She walked past him to leave the room but he put his hands on her hips to stop and look deeply into hers.
-I came here tonight for you Julia , he whispered on her lips.
-And you got lost on the way.
-Are you jealous? He asked, smiling.
-No, Julia replied abruptly.
He smiled a little and he pulled her into his arms to take the floor on her lips.
-You're jealous Julia.
-Well, I perhaps... well, sighed the young woman looking at the ceiling, but understand me, you're an attractive, intelligent, kind, gentle, caring man and ... and I do not want to lose you, she said in one breath.
-You do not lose me, never, he said, tenderly stroking her back, I am yours Julia and there will be never anyone else than you.
He tenderly stroked her nose with his, letting his fingers brush against the skin of her neck. He saw her wince and close her eyes and the next moment, he kissed her languidly. Julia could not help uttering a moan of pleasure, clinging with all her strength in his neck. He pulled her against him to feel every curve of her body against him and without breaking their kiss, he pushed her against the wall to flatten her. She slipped her hand on his chest, to the buttons of his pants. She put her hand on his crotch and he stifled a groan. Without breaking the kiss, though out of breath, he slid his hands over the body of the young woman and he stroked her breasts, her stomach, her hips. They separated just to catch their breath and cross their eyes.
-We should not do that, Julia whispered breathlessly, not here.
-No, we should not, William replied in the same way before passionately kissing her again.
She allowed herself simply and he left her mouth to kiss her neck while one of his hands had slipped into the slit of her dress and he pulled it along her thigh to rest on the laces of her femininity. Julia arched and he buried his face between her breasts. She stroked his scalp, feeling his breathing become more jerky. A finger slipped between the fabric and skin and she closed her eyes, smiling. William then slid the fabric over her thighs, along her legs and ran aground when it felt on the ground he put his forehead against hers. He met her gaze, he redrew the fingertips contours of her femininity and after a look he slipped a finger into the soft moistness.
-Williaaaam, Julia groaned open mouth.
He smiled, he removed his finger and drove it again. Another joined and he saw her lose control gradually. He loved more than anything else to see her in this state, to watch her enjoy, to watch her lose control, see eyes closed, panting, moaning his name again and again. He played a while with his thumb that little ball of flesh that was responsible for her pleasure.
-Wai ... Wait, Julia whispered before letting go completely.
He caught her eye and she smiled at him to open his buttons of his pants and slip her hand in. She lowered it just enough to see his outstretched member emerge and she grabbed it with one hand. With the other she pulled his face to hers and she spoke on his lips.
-Together, she said smiling, together, she repeated before closing her eyes and begin a slow back and forth on his penis.
He stifled a grunt of satisfaction by capturing her lips and he began to touch her again, feeling her pleasure down his fingers. Forehead against forehead, one hand on the neck of William and the other continued his sweet torture, Julia moaned louder when the young man did the same, slipping his fingers into her and stroked her cheek with the other hand . They even exchanged a look, a smile, a kiss. Julia felt the seed of William forth on her hand and he buried his face in her hair. His fingers left her one last time to enter her privacy yet forcefully, making her cry without restraint. They were smiling, each catching their breath always their hands on the privacy of the other. Then they went away only to cross their eyes.
-I did not come for that, William whispered on her lips, but I could not resist you.
-Are you disappointed? Yet I chose this dress only for you.
-No, oh no my love, said William removing his fingers, I love to see you lose your mind.
-I love when you make me feel wanted and loved, and I love what you do. But tell me, are you sure that you never had done this with any woman?
-Why doubts ? Asked William away a bit and frowned.
-You're an incredibly talented man, I never felt what I feel when you make love to me.
-I pay attention to what you feel, William replied simply stroking her cheek, I just look at you and I know what I have to do, I see what you like. And see you letting go gives me pleasure, but if you want to learn me two or three things I'm not against, you know?
He smiled teasingly and she did the same before they exchange a long kiss.
-I would be happy to further your education Detective Murdoch, Julia whispered before kissing him again.
Then they separated just to give space for William to close his pants and Julia down to the ground and pick up her bottom. She wiped her hand and handed it to William to do the same, then she took the cloth she slipped into the pocket of her lover to come snuggle against him.
-Keep it, she whispered lovingly in his ear.
-Are you ... you're going to spend the evening without underwear?
She moved away from him to smile tenderly.
-You'll be the only one to know.
-Oh Julia, William sighed, shaking his head from side to side before pulling against him to kiss her, you make me completely crazy.
They laughed in the arms of one another, and after a few minutes in total silence, simply pressed against each other, Julia left the room, promising him that she would find a way for them to meet again, and that, as soon as possible.
to be continued...