Reading the note, she knew who it was from automatically. Dylans familiar gothic script stood out on the page.

Meet me in the lobby of the savoy on February 14th at 1700hrs, and bring the box.
D
Ps the details are in the box.

Putting the note down, she lifted the lid to the box and her eyes widened at what was inside. Nestled in tissue was underwear, but not the kind she usually wore. Picking up the bra, she ran her fingers over the soft, delicate black lace that made up the cups. placing the bra on her bed, next to the box, she pulled out the second item. Lifting it up she saw it was a pair of knickers. The type she usually wore, but instead of being made from the sturdy cotton that she loved, they were made from the same lace that the bra was made from. Putting them next to the bra, she pulled out the last item, a suspender belt that matched the other items. Putting that with the other items she looked in to the box and lifted up the tissue and pulled out a piece of paper that had been folded in half. opening the paper, she read the reservation details for three nights and tickets for a west end show. Folding the paper back up, she put it back in to the box.

Standing up she walked over to her dressing table, lizzie looked at the bouquet, and pulled out the card. Opening the envelope that held the card and pulling it out, lizzie read
By now you should have opened the box, I can't wait to see you in what it contains.
D.

Looking again in to the envelope she saw a train ticket for the 14th, putting the ticket in to the jewellery box that sat on the table. Walking back to her bed, she put the undergarments back into the box and shoved it under her bed. walking over to her wardrobe, lizzie opened it, pulled her small carry-on bag down and started to pack a few things. pulling a dress out of the wardrobe she folded it and put it in to the case, along with a pair of shoes that would go with the dress. Pulling open her underwear draw, she started to search through it, but it was all practical items that were fine for every day but for what she wanted, the one set that now sat hidden under her bed would not be enough. Deciding that she needed go and precure more sets like it. She also needed to buy some proper stockings that she could attach to the suspenders.

It was two days before lizzie was going to London, and she was walking through the shopping centre buying a few more things that she needed for her trip. Walking in to the upmarket lingerie shop, lizzie started to look around for the things she wanted namely the underwear that would set Dutchy's pulse racing and some stockings. Taking the items to the till, lizzie paid for them and walked out, and continued shopping for the rest of the things she wanted to take with her. Carrying all the bags back to her car, lizzie put them in to the boot, and drove to the beauty salon for the treatments she had booked. She was in the salon for an hour getting a manicure and pedicure.

pulling up outside her house and saw Dylan stood in the drive talking to her father. Getting out of her car, lizzie grabbed the bags from the boot and headed in to the house followed by her father.
"lizzie can I have a word in my study please," he said gesturing to lizzie to follow him in to the room. "ok dad, I will just put my bags in to my room,"
"now please lizzie," he said rather insisting.
"ok" lizzie said walking in to the room and putting her bags by the door.
Sitting on one of the chairs, lizzie looked at her father who had closed the door and walked over to the desk, picked up two pieces of paper and passed it to lizzie.
looking down at it she saw it was the booking information that she had put in to her case and the note that had been on top of the box.
"where did you get these?" she asked her dad but knew the answer. Her sister had been in her room again.
"is there something going on between you and Dylan?" her father asked "the truth please lizzie,"
"yes" lizzie whispered "but it's not what you think. I met him two years ago, when he rescued me after that tin can job of tour left me stranded. But I left after mom called about nan, only leaving a note. Dad, nothing has happened." she added. "did Charlie bring you these? I mean I'm twenty-eight I am old enough to be in a relationship,"
"ok lizzie I believe you, I will deal with your sister," he said
"thanks dad. And can we not tell mom," lizzie said walking to the door and picking up her bags. Running up to her room, lizzie saw everything tossed around and the large box of chocolates all over the floor. Cleaning them up lizzie dumped them all in the bin, and the bottle of champagne that had sat on her desk for the last week has gone missing. Walking out of her room, lizzie ran down the stairs to her snug and straight to her sister's room.
"where is it, Charlie?" she yelled
"where's what?" her sister asked before turning back to her music
"the bottle of champagne that was on my dressing table, it was there this morning and I know you have been the only person in my room because you told dad about my trip to London. And my box of chocolates was all over the floor but all the ones you like had gone" Lizzie spotted it in her sister's bin, open along with the train ticket that was torn up.
"what the hell, Charlie. You are fourteen and why did you take the train ticket," she said pulling them out. walking out of her sister's room she crossed the landing back to her room. Placing the open bottle of champagne on to the desk. Faling in to the chair, lizzie just dropped the ticket on to her desk and closed her eyes.
"you, ok?" a voice asked. Turning around lizzie saw Dylan standing in her door.
"yeah, my sister has just been through my things again. And told my dad knows, about us. Well, our past, I had to tell him," she said

Walking out of the London station two days later, lizzie pulled her case behind her and started looking for a taxi. Hailing one she asked the driver to take her to the savoy. It was only a short ride through the dimming streets of London, and once the taxi pulled up outside the hotel lizzie paid the driver and climbed out. Picking up her case she walked through the front of the hotel, looking for Dylan, checking her watch she knew she was on time. Suddenly she felt someone place their hands over her eyes, turning around she saw Dylan standing there, holding his holdall.
"let's check in," he said wrapping his arm around her waist and walking with her to the desk. They were shown to the suite by a butler. Opening the door, the butler showed them in, before closing the door behind him.

Walking around the room, Lizzie was in ore of everything. On the small coffee table, the was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne with two flutes and some chocolates. Walking through the door that separated the lounge area from the bedroom, lizzie saw the biggest bed she had ever seen. walking back in to the lounge, lizzie walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Brushing his hand, along her cheek, he lent down and placed a kiss on her lips. "Happy valentine's day," he said before placing kisses along her jawline and then down on to her neck. Placing her hands on to his chest, she pushed him away before turning her back to him.
"close your eyes, and no peaking," she said before grabbing her case and walking in to the bedroom. Knowing he would follow her she opened the case and grabbed what she wanted, which she had packed at the top, and strode in to the en suite closing the door behind her. slipping into the soft silk and lace, lizzie checked her appearance in the mirror, before walking back into the bedroom, so called out.
"hey, can you help me with the zip on my dress?" before grabbing it from her case and slowly stepping in to it and pulling it up. From behind her, she heard him let out a slow breath as he caught a glimpse of the red silk that she was wearing. Turning to face him, she knew it had had the desired effect on his brain. Walking over to her, he placed a kiss on to her shoulder as he tried to push the dress off, as she stopped him. turning to face him she stood on her tip toes and placed a kiss on his lips, saying "haven't we got a show to go to?" she asked knowing that they had she turned back around and moved her hair aside "Now can you do up the zip, please," she said. "oh, and are you going to change?" she added as he moved the zip up to close her dress.
"yeah, I won't be long," he said walking in to the bathroom.
sitting at the dressing table that was in the room, lizzie set about applying some makeup. Grabbing her shoes and the stockings from her case, she carefully waited until she knew that he was walking out of toilet to pull on the stockings and use the suspender belt to hold them up.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" he asked seeing her.
"why? Is it working?" she asked with a glint in her eye. Walking over to her, Dylan pulled her to her feet, and kissed her. Full of desire he pushed her back towards the bed, "hell, yes," he said, pulling the zip on the back of her dress down. Placing a hand on to his chest she pushed him away, side stepping his attempts to pull her back. Standing on her toes, lizzie whispered in to his ear "I guess you will just have to wait," before bending down to pick up her shoes and walking in to the lounge.

Walking back in to their room, lizzie turned and kissed Dylan as he closed the door. Taking his hand, lizzie, pulled him towards the bedroom. Pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, lizzie sat on his lap placed a kiss on his lips moving to his neck. Pressing her hands, against his chest, she slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt before pushing him so he lay flat on the bed. Standing up herself, she slowly undid the zip of her dress and removed it. Dylan sat back up and saw her in only red silk, and desire took over. Standing up he pulled her towards him and kissing her, pushed her on to the bed, removing the rest of his clothes so that he was in a similar state of undress as she was, he joined her on the bed, pulling her so that she was on top of him, so that he could take in the sight of her.
"God, I love you," he said leaning up to kiss her, before rolling over and taking control, making her squirm at his touch and making her feel alive. The night seemed to vanish in to the day, and lizzie awoke cocooned in his arms her head resting on his chest, her finger tracing circles across his chest
"good morning," he said kissing her, moving his hand over the curve of her waist.

Their weekend away pass in a flash, in the days they explored London, and at night they spent nestled up in the bed, each night bringing a new surprise for dutchy. leaning up on her arm, on the last morning lizzie said "I almost don't want to go home," before placing a kiss on to his lips. Before sliding out of the bed and walking in to the bathroom and getting in to the shower. Picking up the bottle of his shower gel, lizzie used it before walking back in to the room wrapping a towel around herself. Sitting at the dressing table, lizzie ran a brush through her hair, when Dylan sat next to her, pulling her closer to him he said "Is that my shower gel, by any chance?" placing a kiss on her neck. Tilting her head to the side she said "well it was the closest to me, plus it smells like you," resting her hand on his cheek and pulling him close for a kiss. "now get dressed sailor, we need to get back home," she said pushing him off the stool and towards the en suite.

NOTE: to all readers What the Americans call pantyhose, and Australians call stockings, in the uk they are called tights. Stockings in the Uk are two separate items that are held up by a suspender bet or a garter. stockings have been worn by women and men through out history, where as now it is mostly women today.