Chapter XIX: No Greater Curse
A/N: I have been looking forward to writing this chapter for quite some time. Here we see Harry being an idiot, Roland being unwilling to embarrass Cecily, along with Will, Charles, and Mina having to educate people. I laughed during this chapter at times. Thanks go out to the CowgirlBookworm who helped quite a bit. I highly recommend the story titled The Fall by LightsWillGuideYouHome. It's on AO3. Charles Lightoller is the focus of that one. Hope you all like this! SSD
0800 May 5th
It was quiet. Too quiet. His sister should be downstairs by now. Harry had gone up to meet her.
Roland was working on his navigation homework that Captain Torrey would assign him still. Lieutenant Murdoch was cleaning his Webley revolver. Second Officer Lightoller was working on his own letter.
Soon he heard Cecily and Harry bickering in Welsh. While his sister was not cursing, she wasn't being particularly nice.
Wait a minute!
Roland began counting on his hands. Once he got to twenty, he noticed Lightoller smirk. Murdoch had also looked up from his cleaning.
He muttered, "Shit" and began walking towards the kitchen. Roland began walking faster when he realized that Lucy was in the house as well.
Upon his arrival he asked Rafaela, "Do you have my chocolate stash here?"
"Yes," the older woman answered, "It's in the back cupboard."
"Thank you. I'm getting things out of it. And could you please make those double chocolate brownies of yours? They're going to be needed," Roland begged.
"How much do you think he knows about this time of the month," Rafaela inquired, obviously about Harry.
Leaving the pantry with four Hershey bars, two each for Cecily and Lucy, he replied, "I don't know, but I'm about to find out."
When he returned, Roland saw that Harry had beaten him to the dining room, looking worried.
"Is Cecily ill," his old friend asked once they both sat down.
"In a manner of speaking yes. Did she throw anything at you," Roland answered blandly.
"No… should she have? Cecily told me she didn't want me near her and to go away. What did I do," Harry pled.
"You've given her a large hunting knife and a pistol? Combine that with the fact that she likes to throw things during this time of the month, what were you thinking," Will drawled.
"I am being a helpful brother. The pistol is in the gun safe, and our father has the knife right now. Besides, Cecily's mostly grown out of it. Given the events of last month, I thought she might do it again," Roland replied, shuddering at a memory.
"I know that look. What's your sister like during this time for her? I hate it when they get weepy," Charles asked.
"Razor sharp tongue. Our father bugs out for the first two days, it's that bad. Cecily always apologizes afterwards," Roland directed that part at Harry to reassure him.
"And what about her throwing things," the Englishman's grin got wider with amusement.
"As I was telling Lieutenant Murdoch, she's pretty much grown out of that habit. I was worried that the stress of the past couple weeks might have drawn it back out of her," Roland explained. Charles nodded in understanding.
"What in the bloody hell are you all talking about? You three all seem to know something I don't," Harry was getting irked.
"The curse of Eve," Charles laughed, "You know that time."
Harry stared at him clearly oblivious.
Hoping to get some help, Roland handed him two of the Hershey bars to Harry saying, "Here. Give these two to Cecily. Whatever you do, don't look her in the eye. She'll either kill you, or burst into tears. I'm going to give these two to Lucy."
Charles let out a choked laugh.
"How do I do that when she won't let me into her room? Why aren't you dealing with Cecily," Harry griped but still took the chocolate bars.
"She never locks the door, just get in there and get the hell out. Consider it practice," Roland said, feeling an evil grin grow.
"Practice for what," now there was a wariness in his old friend's voice.
"Married life. Living with women can be a blessing, at other times there's no greater curse," Lieutenant Murdoch had stopped pretending to ignore the conversation.
Turning towards Harry in a last ditch attempt: "I know you have sisters. Did you ever notice anything… strange about them once a month?" Roland did not want to embarrass his sister at all.
"Roland, stop dancing around whatever subject it is, and just tell me," Harry replied.
He was at his wits end, not sure what to say next, when a far more experienced officer came to his aid.
"Lieutenant Lethbridge, why don't you handle both your sister and her friend this time, while both I and Mr. Lightoller educate Mr. Lowe on several things," Murdoch said politely.
"Thank you, sir. I will be buying you both several rounds of drinks at the first opportunity," Roland breathed a sigh of relief before muttering "hurtyn!" at Harry who gave the chocolate bars and sat down.
On his way out, he heard Will say, "If I'm going to let you stay Lights, no embarrassing him more than absolutely necessary!"
"But the boy has to learn," Lightoller had no shortage of amusement in his voice.
"He's going to be plenty embarrassed as it is. Unless you'd like to leave," Will clearly knew how to handle his friend. Erik was just like this.
"I would not miss this show for the world."
"Then behave!"
1330 May 5th
Olive was more than used to her own cycle. Some pain and discomfort, as well as the desire to eat food that she should not.
Miss Cecily had warned her about the issues that came with her own cycle. She had a razor-sharp tongue and said things she normally would not. She'd apologized in advance for what she might say to her and would apologize again at the end. And there was no shortage of pain that only a combination of hot water bottles, hot baths, and an inordinate amount of chocolate could combat. Occasionally whiskey got involved, but this time around, Cecily was refusing that particular remedy.
She was mercifully sleeping at the moment. Olive was using this time to make her way to the kitchen for lunch when she ran into Mr. Moody.
With a small smile she asked, "Are you lost again, Mr. Moody?"
"I'm just looking for the kitchen, Miss McRae," the youngest of the officers replied.
"Well, I'm on my way there for my lunch. Would you like to join me," she asked.
James looked around, making sure the First Officer wasn't nearby, "I'd love to."
Once they arrived, Rafaela took one look at the sailor next to her and exclaimed, "You need to eat. All of you, except for the two Scotsmen and the second officer are too skinny!"
Olive watched as the cook placed 5 different plates of food in front of James. One was a bowl of her famous chili. Another was a plate of meat and cheese. The third plate was the star of the show being a huge roast beef sandwich with mustard. Yet another was bread and butter. The last plate was a nice sized piece of brownie.
"You sit down as well Olive. I know you haven't eaten lunch yet," Rafaela ordered in that no nonsense tone of hers.
Knowing better than to argue, she sat down next to James, and Olive had the same spread placed in front of her.
After they'd been eating for a bit, he asked, "How's Cecily doing?"
Olive paused as she was reaching for her sandwich. She hoped she didn't have to try and explain things.
"I have a sister. And my stepmother made sure I understood what was what. I do hope she isn't in too much pain," James tore into his roll.
"She's sleeping right now. In quite a bit of pain, and is not afraid to let people know it," Olive grinned as she began eating her sandwich with gusto.
"Better than suffering in silence I guess," James was drinking some coffee when she decided to ask, "I don't suppose Mr. Lowe is now aware of what is affecting her?" This morning had been excruciating. The man had no idea what was going on.
"He does now. And he's been side eying every one of the few women we've seen today like it's contagious," James chuckled.
Olive couldn't help but join in on the laughter, "It's not always quite that bad. But it can happen. My father dreaded that week, for my sisters and I all suffered at once."
James looked at her with wide eyes and asked, "So how many daughters does your father have, including you?"
"Oh, there's 5 of us. I'm the youngest at 22. He learned to handle things quickly," Olive cackled at James's look of horror.
"Your father must have had a great deal of patience," he replied.
Not wanting to discuss the death of her father last year, she asked, "So who enlightened Lowe?"
"Mr. Murdoch with some "help" from Mr. Lightoller," James answered.
"Dear God. And what exactly does "help" mean," Olive inquired. Everyone in the house knew about the second officer's off-color sense of humor.
"Explaining the deeper mysteries of the female of the species," the sailor replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Olive snorted and rolled her eyes. Men.
May 6th, 1000
Erik was just about to knock on the door to the Lethbridge's house, when said door opened suddenly, Roland grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him in.
Once the door was shut and locked, his friend hissed, "The demons are loose!"
Erik nodded. Dealing with both Cecily and Lucy at the same time was never easy, as each woman needed a different strategy to be dealt with. On top it all, Cecily was not in a good state of mind, due to the sinking.
"I just would like to see Lucy. The Florida is heading out tomorrow, and I wanted to tell her myself," he explained.
"Good idea. Bring a bribe," Roland suggested.
"I was the one who taught you to bring a bribe in this situation," Erik retorted with no heat on his way to the kitchen.
Soon armed with a ham and cheese sandwich (Lucy's favorite) and a chocolate bar, Erik tiptoed past Cecily's room. He wasn't going to rustle that bush!
Once he got to Lucy's door, he knocked: "May I come in? I have gifts."
"Just come in," was the resigned sigh.
Shifting the chocolate bar to the top of the sandwich, Erik entered the room. Lucy was curled in a ball around what looked like a hot water bottle.
Deciding not to tell her right this second, he put the food down and curled around her.
"Erik I'm-" she started.
"I know. Just let me hold you," he soothed.
Telling her that he was leaving tomorrow could be delayed a bit longer.
"You're warmer than the bottle," Lucy muttered as she burrowed further into his arms, pushing the bottle to the floor.
With her face buried into his shoulder, Erik took the opportunity to start nuzzling and snuck his hand down to give her arse a quick squeeze.
"Now isn't the time for that, Erik," she scolded half-heartedly.
"I have to take my chances whenever I can get them," he chuckled back.
"The Florida is leaving soon, isn't it," she stated. One of the things he loved about her was cutting straight to the point.
"Tomorrow," he replied.
"It seems like you only just arrived," Lucy sighed.
"This is the longest I've been in port for over a year. Despite the circumstances, at least I've gotten to see you again," Erik pulled her even closer.
Next time I'm in port, I'll do it.
Erik thought of the small box in his footlocker.
1618 May 6th
Mina had been looking for Harold everywhere. Roland's old friend/Cecily's suitor was getting far too good at moving around the mansion unnoticed.
Getting ahold of Max she asked, "Could you bring Harold to me? I have some things I would like to speak to him about, in particular his chat with Mr. Murdoch and Mr. Lightoller?"
With a too amused grin Max said, "Yes ma'am."
While she waited, Mina thought back to yesterday. Roland had told her that his old friend had been absolutely clueless when it came to a woman's courses. Her nephew had not wanted to embarrass his sister so he had left two of Harry's married superiors to further enlighten him on such things.
When he'd told her that one of them was Lightoller, she first swatted him on the arm, then on the back of the head. The man was entirely unsuited for that conversation, even if he was married. Her nephew managed to tell her that Murdoch was also involved, and seemed to be able to control his friend, which stopped her swats.
"I've found him," Max said to her before saying into the hall, "Get in here, she's not going to bite!"
Harold entered the room like a man expecting to get shot.
"Mr. Lowe, please sit. And don't look at me like that. What you're worried about no longer applies to me," she ordered pointing to a couch.
The young man relaxed a mite but still moved to the couch quickly. When what she said finally hit him he asked, "Wait, it stops?" His brown eyes looked like a kicked puppy's.
"I am going to line up my nephew, along with your first and second officer and give them such a reaming out that they'll wish I was a drill instructor!" Mina began massaging her temples.
Focusing back on Harold, "It won't be stopping for Cecily and Lucy anytime soon."
He let out a long, loud groan.
Ignoring this, Mina asked, "How did your educational discussion go?"
"Painful," Harry was flushing and probably hadn't stopped since yesterday.
"How was Lightoller," Mina needed to know how much she needed to ream the man out.
"There were jokes at my expense of course, but mostly he seemed to have pity for me," Harold clarified.
"So I won't have to make his wife a widow. And Mr. Murdoch," she pressed further.
"He was the one giving the most actual information. I haven't wanted to leave a room more quickly in my life," he replied before asking, "Is Cecily always so verbally acidic?"
"Believe it or not, this is actually a calmed down version of Cecily compared to when it first started," Mina explained.
Heading onward, "She's already quite upset by what she said to you yesterday and wants to apologize. Tomorrow would be better for that, when she's a little less worked up about it."
"I was too bewildered yesterday to do much," Harry rubbed the back of his head.
"You'll learn."
May 7th 0815
Prowling towards the kitchen as James had said it was excellent to eat there, Charles had decided that it would be a good idea for both him and Will to eat breakfast there this morning.
Upon seeing them both, the cook, who was better than any chief mess steward he'd ever seen told them, "Sit down, I'll get to you both in a few moments."
However, there was a fresh plate of chocolate muffins. He decided to take one and munch on it whilst he waited.
No sooner had he reached for one, did a wooden mixing spoon crack across his hand.
"Esos no son para ti," Rafaela muttered.
"What did she say," he asked Will.
"That they weren't for you," his friend translated.
"Who are they for then, madam," Charles decided to try charming the woman into giving him one.
"Cecily and Lucy. They're addicted to them right now. Even though today is the day they both start feeling better, I thought they might like them," the cook answered.
"Surely they wouldn't miss one," he crooned. There were 6 of them.
"You'd be surprised. I'll be making another batch later for the rest of you. Provided all of you behave as gentlemen should," Rafaela narrowed her eyes at him.
"In case you were wondering Lights, that was directed at you! So don't blow it for the rest of us," Will hissed.
Shortly after their own breakfast was served, Charles noticed Roland enter the kitchen. Upon noticing the mouthwatering chocolate muffins, he sat down but avoided them.
"You don't need to be told who those are for do you, Lieutenant," he drawled.
"Nope. I'm glad Cecily will start acting more like herself today though," Cecily's older brother replied as he was given his own breakfast.
"Do you need an education on these matters yourself," Charles continued teasingly.
"My aunt enlightened me thoroughly on the matter years ago. I do not need any further information from you," Roland answered as he drank a cup of coffee.
"You seem to handle your sister and her friend quite well. What about your soon to be fiancée," Will asked.
"I am… not sure what Ghislaine is like during this time. I'm just praying to God she is nothing like Cecily," he shuddered.
"Come now, tell us what she's like," Charles pressed. He hadn't spent much time around Roland.
"Beautiful, educated, elegant, and quite kind," he was clearly hoping this would end the conversation.
Rolling his eyes, Charles charged onward, "You just sounded like you described a horse. Tell us about her like you mean it!"
"It's her sense of humor. She likes to play these little harmless tricks on me to get me to loosen up at the events I often find myself at. They aren't anything like the ones you and Erik seem to come up with. Ghislaine also makes faces during speeches when she thinks no one else is looking. I almost started laughing during one at the Russian embassy when she crossed her eyes," Roland smiled at the memory, all of them started chuckling.
"There's something I've been wondering about you Mr. Lightoller. Is your wife a saint on a mission from God or is she just as mad as you are," Rafaela asked motioning to his wedding band.
Before Charles could answer, Will did: "It varies from day to day. Sometimes I think she hides it better than he does. But no, they're both as mad as March hares!"
"I can't wait to see Sylvie again. Ah yes, curly brown hair, brown eyes that you could lose yourself in, and her mind. The first thing she asked me to do for her was carry her onto the ship she was going to be travelling home to Australia on. There's no one like my Sylvia," Charles knew he had a stupid grin on his face.
"How did you meet your wife sir," Roland asked Will.
"I also met Ada on an Australia run. She was arguing with a man about women's suffrage. When I came across them, she was about to spit fire on him she was so angry, but still quite beautiful," Will had a similar stupid smile on his face as well.
In sotto voce Charles said as he leaned over, "Will's always had a thing for fiery women. You should see Ada when she's in a proper temper!"
"That is going to be sooner rather than later. She's got it into her head that she wants to come over here. I'm trying to talk her out of it," Will explained.
"Do I want her and Cecily meeting," Roland asked sounding slightly worried.
"You have nothing to worry about. Ada and your sister will get along splendidly," Charles replied before tearing into his potatoes.
"That's what concerns me," Roland shuddered.
"Do you have any children, Mr. Lightoller," the excellent cook asked.
"Two boys, and I'm planning to work on many more," he replied.
Rafaela then asked a question that made him choke.
"What about you Mr. Murdoch? I would bet good money that you have a daughter just like her fiery mother," she suggested casually.
To distract everyone from Will's paling face, Charles made a move on those chocolate muffins which earned him a whack on the back of the head and many curses in Spanish at him that he could not begin to guess the meaning of.
As he was rubbing the back of his head, Charles saw that Roland had noticed what he'd done. And likely why.
May 7th 1448
Lucy was finally starting to feel like a human being again. Still feeling more like a stuck pig, but still better.
She knew Cecily was feeling better also, judging from the movement she was hearing in her room.
Lucy made her way to the sitting room with her cup of water and her book on botany. Cecily was already there with her own water and a book on geology. She nodded at her arrival, electing to read in silence.
In due time, Lucy decided that it was too quiet. Moving towards the gramophone, she placed the disk in and turned it on.
Almost as soon as the rag started playing, Lucy watched Cecily move more quickly than she'd ever seen her move. Her friend turned off the gramophone, but left it skipping. She ran towards the window muttering "Not there anymore."
Lucy winced. The music must have brought Cecily back to the Titanic.
"Cecily I'm so sorry. I didn't realize the music would set you off," she apologized.
Her friend didn't seem to hear her. Lucy approached her slowly and touched her should. Cecily came back with a slight shake of her head.
Her green eyes were wide with fear till she realized who was with her. Lucy guided her back to a couch, making soothing noises.
Harry poked his head in and said, "I come bearing gifts. May I come in?"
Cecily immediately perked up at the sound of his voice. Lucy perked up at the smell of the chocolate muffins.
"You can come in if you hand over those muffins as soon as possible. Get over here now," Lucy ordered.
The moment Lucy got up to get a muffin, Harry stole her spot on the couch. Cecily promptly began apologizing for her behavior two days ago, moving her hands whilst doing so.
Harry grasped her hands lightly and began speaking in Welsh. Her friend seemed to calm a bit at that.
May 8th, 1015
While avoiding his daughter for the first couple of days was Albert's usual habit, he did have some private business to attend to. And he had needed his most intimidating 40 Thieves for the job.
The blackmailing of Bruce Ismay had been successful. All of his guests who worked for the man would be keeping their jobs, seniority, and would be staying on the Atlantic circuit
He'd wrangled that one primarily for Harold. To keep him and Cecily in easier contact.
Once he got to his office he heard his younger sister say, "Coward. You're lucky I was here to manage things. Your future son in law had no idea what was going on!"
"I was doing things beyond avoiding Cecily's sharp tongue. Ismay has been dealt with. Antin only had to show him his wire garrote twice," Albert explained to Mina.
"So he agreed to all of it," she sat down across from him.
"Not like he had any choice in the matter. One of the times Antin had to show the garrote was with Harold staying on the Atlantic circuit," Albert poured them both whiskey, feeling quite pleased with himself.
"You came back just in time for things to have calmed down. Though there was plenty of entertainment to be had," his sister cackled.
"Harold truly had no idea what was going on with Cecily? Did you enlighten him yourself," he inquired.
"That job went to two of his married superiors. I was busy handling Cecily and Lucy. A particularly rough one for Cecily. She's been wanting to apologize to Harry for what she said," Mina explained.
"Ah to be that age again," Albert grinned.
"You'll likely be a grandfather in a few years. Or perhaps a few months," his sister snickered.
"Wilhelmina Alice Lethbridge!" Albert yelled.
"I meant Roland!"
May 9th, 1030
Finally, I feel human again!
The pain was practically gone and she could wear decent clothes again.
After Olive helped her into her favorite turquoise dress, Cecily went off in search of Harry. She was not done apologizing at all.
This dress came to the middle of her calves, showing some leg. It also had some green in it, whilst having some blue. She hoped Harry liked it. The dress was still a modest one.
Hopefully it was enough to drive him mad still, and she couldn't wait for him to see her in it! Now that she was finally feeling better, the two of them could go out again. The baseball game had been fun despite the disturbance from the drunk. Maybe dancing was an option?
She'd have to deal with Murdoch again to get Harry out of his sight for any significant length of time.
Harry's gift was also back. She needed to find a time to give it to him. Hopefully it would become a good luck charm. They'd all used up their luck.
Cecily tried the kitchen, the library, the stargazing balcony, and came up empty.
Deciding to expand her search to the outdoors, she went to the gardens.
It would figure it was the last place she looked. Cecily found Harry on the ground reading a book.
"Gefällt dir das Buch," Cecily asked.
"Ich habe gerade damit angefangen. Wie fühlen Sie sich," he asked slowly and warily.
Switching back to English she answered, "I'm back to normal again. And I would just like to reiterate how sorry I am for my behavior earlier in the week. I will work on that for the future, I promise."
"Cecily, I have learned more about women in the past five days than in the last fifteen years. I knew there was some… discomfort but not to the extent you suffered," Harry's ears were pinking.
"Most women do not have it as bad as I did. Thank you for being with me through it," she smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
"I was just following the advice Will and Lights gave me," he admitted.
"What else did they tell you," she asked, trying to keep the mortification out of her voice.
"They just related it in a more colloquial manner. Nothing specific to you or their wives," Harry added in a hurry.
"I hope they were kinder than my aunt was," Cecily replied, smoothing the sleeve of his shirt.
"They were both good about it, plenty of jokes, but it wasn't too much for me. Most of the jokes were from Lightoller," Harry explained.
"What are you reading," Cecily asked as she got to the ground to leaned into his side.
"The Riddle of the Sands. Would you like me to read it aloud to you," he asked.
"I'd love it," she grinned back.
There was a fleeting sad smile on his face before starting to read.
May 9th, 1718
"Why are you wearing your uniform, Lowe?" It was Lights.
"Cecily likes it. And I still haven't told her that the American inquiry is over. I couldn't find the words and I didn't want to ruin the day," Harry winced.
"Another lesson for you Harold: Women always find out. Best you do it in a manner that you can control," Lightoller warned.
Soon they were walking down to dinner. Cecily was wearing a light green dress that reminded him of springs back home. Harry couldn't see her shoes at the moment, but she was wearing white gloves that covered her wrists.
She was blatantly eying him up and down in his uniform. Cecily licked her lips and walked over to him faster than he thought possible given the height of her heels, which he could now see were white.
However, before Cecily could say a word, Charles snickered, "Cecily, you look as if you want to have Harold here for your meal instead of those fine steaks Rafaela made."
The room was very warm and Cecily's hand through his jacket was even warmer as he walked her in.
Dinner was going well until James said, "I'm glad the inquiry is over. I can't wait to see my parents again."
Cecily went still next to him.
"Mr. Moody, you might want to consider your next words very carefully," Will nodded towards Cecily who was barely breathing.
James quickly cleared his throat to soothe, "It shouldn't be too long. After the inquiry in England, we'll be working again. We'll be around again in no time at all, you'll see!"
"Excuse me, I need a moment," Cecily got up to leave, voice sounding tight.
Harry hesitated, then left the room himself. He had a good idea where she would be heading.
But he still knew to give her some space while she recomposed herself. Cecily did not like anyone to see her cry.
Harry hoped one day she would feel secure enough with him to show that level of vulnerability.
"Cecily," he kept his voice soft and stayed where he was, "Are you alright?"
Idiot. Of course she's not alright. She's trying not to cry and is failing! Cecily sniffed audibly, "Just a minute."
Once the sniffling ceased, he started moving closer, put his hands on her shaking shoulders speaking in what he hoped was a calming voice, "Cecily, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just wanted today to be nice."
She turned around to lean into him, "That was kind of you. We were on borrowed time, I was just hoping for a little longer. How long should the British inquiry last?"
"I don't know. Perhaps slightly longer than the American one," he replied pulling her closer.
"That'll be months of idiots quibbling," she muttered. "It'll be too long before I see you again," Cecily looked up at him with shining eyes.
"Then I should make the most of what little time we have left," he replied huskily before leaning down to kiss her.
The kiss turned sloppy almost immediately. Harry wished that he'd read more books on how the hero of these stories kissed the girls. He doubted severely there was as much tongue swiping as they were doing. Cecily had gotten bolder still, her hands wandering to his arse to give it a good squeeze.
In order to keep her wriggling to a minimum, he grabbed her hair, gave her own arse a good squeeze, and pulled her to his body to start attacking her neck with nips in order to distract her.
"Rydych chi'n chwarae â than," he growled.
"Efallai fy mod eisiau cael fy llosgi ychydig," she replied her eyes almost glowing.
"Mae'n teimlo mor dda eich dal fel hyn. Rydw i wedi bod eisiau gwneud hynny ers amser maith," Harry crooned.
"Caewch i fyny a dal ati i gusanu fi," Cecily grumbled back against his lips.
The kissing continued and Harry began to think about the other places where Cecily was soft and warm.
I should not be thinking about that!
He began to tone down the kiss gradually whispering, "Cecily, we need to stop."
Taking a deep breath, and most reluctantly stepping away from him she whispered back, "I hate to agree with you, but you're right. Let me straighten up my dress before we head back in."
Cecily fixing her dress became another form of titillation for him. Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts as she corrected her bodice. She was nothing if not blessed in that area.
Cold shower. Jump in the Anacostia. For the love of all that is holy stop looking or she'll see you! He finally tore his eyes away staring at the sky doing his best to review his latest board of trade exam. Which stars to take a line from, barometric pressure, anything to distract himself. And get his anatomy to behave.
"I'm done Harry," Cecily spoke up.
He looked at her dress. It was back in place, no sign of him ever having moved it.
"I would offer you my arm, but we'd just wind up staying out here longer," Harry joked.
"A search party is likely being considered," Cecily grinned back.
They walked back in companionable silence, maintaining a respectable distance for a courting couple.
A/N 2: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. As for the translations, since the Spanish translation was given in the chapter itself, I won't be putting it here. Looking forward to seeing what you all think! SSD
German Translations:
Gefällt dir das Buch?: Are you enjoying the book?
Ich habe gerade damit angefangen. Wie fühlen Sie sich?: I just started it. How are you feeling?
Welsh Translations:
Rydych chi'n chwarae â than: You're playing with fire.
Efallai fy mod eisiau cael fy llosgi ychydig: Maybe I want to get burnt a little.
Mae'n teimlo mor dda eich dal fel hyn. Rydw i wedi bod eisiau gwneud hynny ers amser maith: It feels so good to hold you like this. I've been wanting to for a long time.
Caewch i fyny a dal ati i gusanu fi!- Shut up and kiss me!