Jane and Edward arrived at a small cottage house on the seaside after a half an hour walk. John, who had driven them there, had dropped off their trunks at the door. The house was very small, and very old, but quite beautiful. It was only one floor, one room. Jane smiled as they entered- the simplicity of the place was exactly what she needed.

Jane had made a comfortable fire as Edward had moved the trunks inside and brought in some food which he also packed. It was quite an isolated spot, and Mr Rochester did not think there would be a place nearby in which to get food. As Jane stood in the window, looking out at the ocean before them, she could not help but think he was right. There was not a sign of anything else around for Jane busied herself and boiled some water to began making tea as Edward pulled off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack by the door.

"By god, today is a cold day" he exclaimed, sitting in front of the fire in the only chair in the place. Jane walked towards him very slowly, balancing two cups of tea awkwardly in her hand. As she approached he reached up quickly to relieve her of the very full cups.

"Thank you, very much"

"Perhaps I should have poured some out"

"No, indeed not. Today is far too cold a day to waste any of this precious tea".

Jane smiled as she was guided onto his lap- she tucked her feet into the corner of the chair and rested her head on his shoulder.

"What do you think?"

"It is beautiful here".

Edward smiled, rubbing her leg instinctively.

"This is the sort of place I have always secretly wanted to escape to. It is so different from all I have ever known".

"I was indeed wondering if this is considered roughing it for you"

He chuckled, kissing her cheek. "You are wicked Jane. No, this is not roughing it".

A strong wind blew through the house, carrying the small sound of a whistle through the old stones. The fire before them flickered and Jane sipped contentedly from her warm cup of tea.

"Imagine, people once lived their lives here together in this place. So intimate, and so quiet. They would have rarely encountered another soul, and their reality would never have extended beyond the other love they must have had for one another".

"Do you think we could make it together out here, Ms Rochester?"

Jane nodded immediately, she did not need the time to think.

"Yes" she said softly, "Not only make it, but thrive".

He played with her free hand, his thumb running over her wedding ring repeatedly. His glance was fixed on the fire before him, and the glow played across his face onto his warm smile. Something hovered in the front of his mind, and Jane could see him trying to string words together in order to tell her. She stopped his hand which moved over hers and held it steady.

"What is it?"

"Will you want to try again?"

Jane's stomach turned anxiously, but the answer was clear. She did want to try again, and she did want a child with Edward. It was all she could think about in the glorious months she was pregnant. She simply did not want the pain again- the fear that once again she would be left childless and broken. But her thoughts had resulted in a long paused, and Edward's face had sunken,looked slightly worried. Jane eased his suffering by nodding surely, and running her fingers through his hair.

"Kiss me".

It was the first time he has kissed her lips in a week. But the moment their lips locked Jane felt like she had found her way fully back to him. The feel of his hand in the small of her back was reassuring, and as he drew her near Jane felt as she had not felt since learning of her miscarriage. The kiss broke and Edward pulled back to gaze longingly at her.

"I will not touch you, Jane, until you want me to".

She tugged lightly on his shirt collar, pressing her forehead to his. She moved his hand to the inside of her thigh and he traced his fingers slowly upwards. Instantly, she moaned deeply, and Edward's mouth curled slightly at the ends. It was like something had been reignited within her, and her heart of ice had melted at his touch. He kissed her jaw slowly, and she leaned into the feeling of his soft, skillful lips.

"I want you to" she said, breathlessly, "I want you".

He gathered her to him and lifted her into his arms. His lips brushed against hers as he carried her to the bed in corner of the room. It was further from the fire, and colder here. He lay her down gently, and climbed over her, bringing her lips once again sweetly to his. She pulled him closer as they kissed, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands took to unbuttoning her dress. He worked slowly, for the kiss was distracting. But with the last button he was able to cast her dress aside, yet as he went to remove her slip Jane stopped, pushing her hand against his chest.

He looked at her inquisitively, and she shook her head, one tear sliding from her closed eyes.

"What is it darling?"

His thumb swept her tear away, and she took hold of his arm,

"My stomach has not changed yet, I still appear pregnant".

He smoothed her hair back, and kissed her forehead.

"Every inch of you is mine to protect-" he spoke lowly in her ear, "please, trust me".

Her hand dropped to allow him to continue, and he discarded her last layers of clothes. Both their clothes lay discarded beside the bed as a soothing calm came over Jane as Edwards lips trailed her body, as he caressed and sucked and kissed. Jane radiated comfort and happiness. Their hands lay intertwined above their heads, squeezing together in moments of immense pleasure. Edward smiled as Jane struggled to keep her eyes opened. He kissed her deeply, forcing her head back into the pillow. He turned her over gently on her stomach and kissed up and down her back, across her shoulders and chewed playfully on her bum.

"Are you going to make me beg?" Jane asked, gasping into the pillow.

Edward smiled and lay on his side beside his wife.

"No, I cannot resist you any longer, even if I wanted to". Face to face Jane wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. She gasped, staring into his eyes, using her legs to push him deeper inside her. She clawed helplessly at his skin, watching his own face contorting with pleasure. His deep exclamations of pleasure made her heart soar. Smiling herself, she felt a pressure inside herself that was so natural and so right, it was his smell, his voice, it was him inside her which drove her over the edge.

Waves of pleasure moved over them. Jane shuddered beside him, and soon, as he released within her he cried out similarly, calling her name and falling motionless beside her. Jane, still trying to catch her breath held him close, her hand pressing into his back and shoulder. Her vision was momentarily blurry as she looked at him, smiling softly. But soon he was in full focus, a slight sheen on sweat over his skin, his face softened into the most perfect smile Jane had ever known.

"Jane" he said, his voice horse, "I wanted to watch you as you came, but you distracted me- there is still some of that temptress within you".

"Well" said Jane, pulling them both into a sitting position, her sitting on top of him, facing him. He still moved within her, slowly, and gently.

"Well what, Jane Rochester?"

"Perhaps you will just need to bring us there again".

They kissed deeply, communicating to each other all that could not be said in words. Another cold breeze blew through the house but Jane did not feel in the slightest cold.

"I love you, so deeply, that I will never come close to being able to tell you"

He smiled, kissing her shoulder and back. They made passionate loving until the day had passed into night.