Jane woke up some time later to the most brilliant spring morning she had ever seen. In the middle of cold, damp, dull weather was this singular beautiful, sunny, warm day. She opened her eyes to find herself in the same position she had fallen asleep in, her arms around her husbands neck, her leg hung easily over his, and his face buried in her shoulder. She could scarce remember a time she woke feeling more content.
"Good morning" Edward said lowly, causing Jane to smile- she did not realise he was awake.
"Good morning" she replied, pulling back to readjust her position- but he stopped her from moving by holding her close.
"No, no. Don't move. You are so warm. You are the best blanket in the world"
Jane smiled to herself, but then groaned.
"What's wrong?"
"I cannot lie in bed with you all morning. And that is all I want, to be alone with you"
"Of course you can, you are mistress of this house, you can do what you like"
"Not anymore, not with you around. Everyone is very enthusiastic to meet you"
"Damn them"
She sent him a curious, disapproving look before continuing.
"Besides...people will get very strange ideas of what I am doing with the master of the house if I do not show up to breakfast"
"I think I like the sounds of what you would be doing to him, so I must object to you going to breakfast"
When Jane sat up though, he could see that there was a deeper concern. Sitting up beside her he took her hand in his and guided her face towards his.
"Jane, what is it?"
"I would object to telling you, but then I also know that I would lose. Nothing is the matter, exactly. But one man in the party, Mr Franklin, the Captain's brother, keeps questioning me, and putting me on the spot in front of the group. I think with you now here, such will stop"
Jane knew that he would not like this answer from her, and he did not. His face hardened immediately and his voice became very cold.
"You mean to tell me Mr Franklin has been tormenting you?"
"A little, yes. An odd time". She added in the "odd time" detail, for she did not want her husbands anger to get the best of him. But it had been far more than that. It had even been far more than tormenting. The way he watched her, the way he did not pull his gaze away, the way he always seemed to infiltrate any situation where he could be closer to her. She hid these details in the hope that with her husbands return, the behaviour would stop. After she would tell him the full extent, and he would be angry with her for hiding it, but she would take her husbands personal anger later over his wrath towards Franklin in front of the whole party.
But her silence only further angered him, so she continued once more.
"It has only been minor things-"
"Like?"
"Commenting on living in the country as a newly married couple and not in the city, having so many servants for two people, things of that nature. It has not bothered me, and it has not stayed with me, but it has been more irritating than anything else. His actions are merely immature, not harmful"
These words seemed to sedate him a little. Immature was a better adjective than cruel, or hurtful...or worse.
"Perhaps I should not have told you, Edward. Especially if it will affect your civility towards him now when you meet-"
"No Jane. I would never have you uncomfortable to tell me something for fear of my reaction. Though I must say, if you drew that conclusion you would have some grounds to base that off of"
Jane smiled slightly.
"I just will not have anyone in this house who makes you uncomfortable. I do not care if there is a wedding, I do not care if he has no where to go. I do not care how important he is. I will not allow for it, and will turn him out myself"
"Then please trust me", Jane entreated, taking his hands, "Trust that I will take action and tell you if it gets to a point where such is necessary"
He eyed her for a few moments before nodding slowly.
"Thank you" she said, kissing his cheek before rising.
"I think I deserve a better thank you than that" he debated, moving to the edge of the bed and pulling her back gently by the arm.
"For controlling your anger towards a person you have not even meet yet? A person who happens to be doing nothing particularly wrong, and is very important to our dear friends happiness? I do not think so"
"Can I just have a kiss then?"
Jane smiled and bent down to kiss him deeply. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding his hand in the small of her back. Jane ran her fingers through his long curls, sitting and straddling him on the edge of the bed. He looked amused at Jane as she cuddled into his chest, gazing out of the bedroom windows.
"Will you come down to breakfast with me now?"
"Yes"
"Will you sit beside me so that I can talk to you most and others minimally?"
"Yes"
"If I find I am still hungry after I am finished eating my own breakfast, can you offer me your toast?"
A smile stretched across Edward's face.
"Yes"
"Thank you. This little one is hungry this morning, I believe"
"But I must ask for something in return" he continued. Jane looked at him, grinning slightly.
"What is that?"
"That after breakfast, we can be alone together"
"Since I would like that very much it is not a fair thing to ask for"
"It is in my books. Come then" he said, taking his wife's hands in his as he stood, "The sooner we go down to breakfast, the sooner we can be together".
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Some time later, after they were dressed and ready for the day, the descended the staircase together, Edward offering Jane his arm. As they rounded the corner into the foyer, Jane was laughing at a joke Edward had made and did not see Mr Franklin waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He looked sullen in an unguarded moment for just an instant when he saw Mr Rochester before he recovered, wishing them good morning and proceeding into the dining room.
"Odd" commented Rochester, looking at his wife.
"Indeed, but perhaps not so much, once you speak with him."
The dining room was half full when Jane and Edward entered. Mary, Lord and Lady Franklin and Mr Franklin were all standing and talking, soon to be joined by Mr and Ms Eshton, Diana and the Captain. Everyone sat at the table together, and Mr Eshton was first introduced, then Mr Rochester. The two men were immediately taken to, as they generally were. Frankly, Jane was relieved. Although she had not minded the company at all, she was not a natural entertainer, and so her husbands more commanding and sociable presence made things much easier. Lord and Lady Franklin seemed thoroughly pleased with his financial and social situation, and this closeness to Diana seemed to somewhat soften their view of her. They found him to be an intelligent, capable, social man, and this was enough.
"I wonder" spoke Mr Franklin aloud, waiting for everyone's general attention before continuing, "How is it that you two can be quite the model married couple everyone speaks of? You are far too similar. Marriage must be based on opposites, or else one gets bored of their partner?"
"Is this indeed your philosophy on marriage?" Rochester asked, a little annoyed. It was quite rude to discussing someones marriage in front of them, let alone in front of a whole group of people. "I must say as a married man I must disagree. Jane is similar to me, yes, because we must have common interests we share and are passionate about in order to share a sincere affection. But we are not the same people. Surely what I take away in wickedness she makes up for in goodness. She is far superior to me".
"But Ms Rochester" he continued, disregarding Rochester's reply completely. "You must see my point as a young person. You have married relatively young, and so you have missed the phase of your life where you could have travelled and seen the world. A life demands excitement, a life demands action. Surely you must want those things for yourself"
"No, not particularly" was Jane's short answer. Edward grinned ever so slightly beside her. "You forget that before I meet my husband I had no prospects of ever being able to travel, so I did not wish for it as you tell me others of my age do. As a married woman now, I have no desire to travel unless it is with him, for there is no other companion I would prefer. Still, as you say, we are young. There will be more opportunity to travel in future"
"Quite right, Ms Rochester" Lord Franklin said in agreement, "A young woman ought to have the goal of marrying, and establishing a family. These two things you have done. Your duty is played out. It is a far more important duty than excitement"
Anne looked at Jane, rolling her eyes ever so slightly. Jane smiled.
"Is this your wish too, Ms Rivers?" Lady Franklin asked Diana. It was one of the only things she had directly asked her since arriving, and so Diana was surprised at the action.
"Yes, of course. I have always wanted to be a wife, and a mother. I would consider it my greatest undertaking".
The Captain smiled at her from across the table, "And what an excellent one she will make. I would be happy, brother, to take marriage advice from Mr or Ms Rochester anytime. They are exceptionally happy, which is far more than most can say. Surely there is much to be learned from them".
Mr Franklin nodded without saying anything and took another plate of breakfast and the table subsided into smaller groups of talking once more. Jane looked over at her husbands plate to see there was nothing left but toast, which was laid on the plate close to Jane. She grinned silently at him as she reached over to take it.
"Thank you" she mouthed to him,
He smiled at her over the rim of his teacup.
. . . . . . . . . .
After breakfast, the party did not have a plan for the group. Rather, all chose different occupations. Lord, Captain and Mr Franklin were going riding and shooting. Mr Eshton was catching up on some papers he intended to read, and the ladies were walking into town to look for some ribbon for the wedding. Lady Franklin had expressed no interest in any activity.
"Jane, will you not walk into town with us?" Mary asked, referring to Diana and Anne in the foyer putting on their hats. "It is such a pleasant morning, the walk is sure to be lovely".
"I am afraid ladies that I need to steal Jane away, just for a little while" Edward said, placing his hand in the small of her back. "If you can forgive me for being selfish, I would appreciate it greatly".
"But of course. You are just reunited after all" Anne said, placing her bonnet on her head. "We shall try to enjoy our trip, despite your absence"
"I hope that you do. Also, if you happened to walk by the bakery, would you be able to get me some extra bread? I fear our chef here is quite annoyed with me for how much I have been eating, and is too busy to make more on top of cooking for a household of guests"
The girls chuckled and Edward shook his head, amused.
"Ladies, you can tell the baker to put it on my account, if indeed you walk that way"
"We will be back shortly" they said, and were soon gone.
"Jane, shall we go?" Edward asked
. . .
Jane and Edward set off into the garden into the perfect day. The sun basked the earth in the perfect warmth, and the breeze that blew through the tree's was pleasant and refreshing. There were no sounds, no birds signing, so talking, only the sound of the leaves being ruffled in the wind. Jane was enjoying the day so immensely that she did not see her husband watching her, smiling.
"You look so beautiful today" he said finally, a proud sort of smile playing on his face.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you are happy, and when you are happy you are always the most beautiful"
Jane gripped his arm and walked closer to him,
He pulled her in to kiss her temple before they reached the very edge of the property. They were very far away from the house now, so much so that it was barely in sight. They had slowly climbed a hill so that they looked across at fields of untouched land before them, while their house lay behind them. Here, they could sit under the shade of a beautiful, old tree and be completely alone together.
"Here, sit. I know that was quite the hill" Rochester said, laying the blanket on the ground under the tree and helping Jane lower herself to the ground.
"I thought as your wife I am supposed to be the one who cares for you"
He chuckled slightly as he grabbed the basket and sat down beside her.
"You talk as if you do not take care of me. Such would be a ridiculous claim"
He leaned back, his legs extended fully. Jane lay her head on his lap so that she was facing him, curling herself up slightly and closing her eyes. She smiled at the thought of her not needing to ask if she could, not wondering if it was an inconvenience to him, and not hesitating to do so. It was such a gift to know that the person you love wants only your comfort. He traced his finger along her arm as she spoke.
"Thank you for letting me lay like this"
He chuckled softly, "Jane, you need not thank me for such a small, unimposing act, besides, usually it is the reverse situation, after all"
"No" Jane interrupted, "It is not only letting me lay like this. It is everything you have done for me. This pregnancy has not been easy, but you have never made me feel like a burden-"
"A burden? Jane, love, how could that thought even come to your mind?"
Jane felt her cheeks burn with slight shame and embarrassment.
"Because Edward, I know it has not been the easy pregnancy and at times I have made your life miserable -"
"Miserable" Edward repeated, amused. "I do not care. I never asked for an easy life, I asked for you to be my life. I want you at whatever the cost. Besides, I like temperamental Jane. Her fits of unsolicited anger and unjustified grudges means that I receive many 'I am sorry' lovemaking secession's", he teased.
Jane sat up, or tried to sit up, but struggled. Edward, grinning, put his hand on her back to help push her up so that she could turn on him and look at him indignantly.
"You are taking advantage of my emotions in order to get apologetic lovemaking?"
He looked slightly stunned at her accusation
"- that is not even what it is! I am not making love to you because I am trying to apologise for my high emotions. I am, or was, doing it because I love you, and am attracted to you, and want to be with you almost every moment of the day. Then you tell me that you like my emotional torment because it means I am vulnerable and look to you for comfort? How could you?"
Edward grinned ever so slightly at her as she worked herself up more and more.
"You laugh at me" she threw at him, trying to move away from him swiftly but struggling to raise herself from the ground.
"No, I do not laugh at you. Jane, come back. It is not like you could get very far before I would catch up"
"I do not want to sit here with you anymore"
"Jane darling- ouch! Come now, I am not laughing at you. I'm sorry. Please sit"
She sat once more, looking at him expectantly.
"I smile at you because I cannot help it. I smile because you make me incredibly happy. I smile because you are still all sweetness when you are angry. I know you are not actually frustrated with my joking tone, you are just frustrated in general. But now, regardless, you must forgive me an unkind, and unfair comment-"
"No don't" Jane interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. "Please don't. My reaction was silly, you were merely being lighthearted, and were I less emotional I would have laughed. Please do not apologise. Besides-"
He raised his eyebrow at her,
"You are not entirely wrong"
He chuckled softly, shaking his head and biting his lip.
"I see. Well, if it is true that you make love to me when you are in need of comfort, and I do indeed know that this is true, I am more fulfilled than I could possibly convey. I could never mock such a thing"
Edward lay down beside Jane, his outstretched arm acting as a pillow to her. Jane curled herself into him, her face resting in his chest. She was so tired recently that even the smallest task made her feel like she needed much time to recuperate. Her husband watched her adoringly, rubbing her side with the kind of affection and reassurance that was only between two people very much in love. He knew she was tired, and secretly he hoped she would fall asleep, the afternoon air mixed with the feel of her in his arms was enough to make him the happiest man on earth. He watched as the sun which poked through the leaves overhead played across her face and illuminated the different tones in her rich brown hair. As he thought, he felt her hand move across his chest to rest in his curls. He smiled. Below them, some ways away, there was a small pond which glistened and sparkled under the sun. Edward watched it with interest, his mind fully preoccupied with gratitude and happiness. Two birds flew overhead, their bright feathers remarkably visible in the light against the pale blue sky.
""Tell me about London" Jane entreated
"Would you rather not hear something more interesting?"
"No, I would like to hear about how it went- unless of course you are hiding something very dark and secretive from me"
Edward shook his head.
"You know very well there is nothing I need hide from you"
"Exactly, so go on. How was it?"
Edward explained the whole situation to Jane, how Mr Tibbs and Mr Olsen had become involved in the estate and how they planned to make it a ruin with minimal effort on their own part. Jane listened with interest, turning over the story in her mind as he spoke.
"So how did it come to be resolved?"
"Well, I guessed that since it was merely the estate the men were interested in, if they thought the manor had failed and gone under already, which given Eshton's new position as master of the house is not completely impossible, they would abandon the whole project for something that could be of value to them. While Eshton had lunch with them, explaining the fake situation of ruin, I sat in the corner of the hotel dining room, safely out of sight but not out of hearing. Immediately their interest was retracted and all danger seems to have been averted"
"But the house must be financially precarious right now? With two investors, no matter how corrupt, gone?"
"Eshton will be alright. It is only he and Anne, after all. They have time to build up more financial security. He is very lucky, had we not known, had we not caught their involvement in time, he would have most likely found himself without home or estate"
Jane looked at her husband thoughtfully,
"But of course you knew this of Mr Tibbs character. This is the business you spoke of that Mr Tibbs conducted in Jamaica"
"Indeed, he did the same thing to many plantations there"
"But why?"
Edward shrugged,
"Money is all that matters to some, and to the unjustifiably rich, well- they must have some game to play in their lives to occupy themselves".
"A game that affects peoples lives" said Jane, angrily. "Not only those wealthy people who reside within the house, but also the servants and staff of the house. Such behaviour is incredibly irresponsible".
"I agree completely with you. Someday he will be brought to justice- just not today"
The wind blew hard suddenly, and its rush moved through the trees so that nature's orchestra played one long, singular chord.
"And what else did you do while you were away? Surely you did not spend all your time locked up in hotel rooms"
Edward raised his eyebrow at her,
"You speak very unguarded for a newly married woman who's husband has been away for days in the city filled with exciting occupations and women of loose morals. Do you really wish to pose the question?"
"If I thought for a second the answer would have any truth rooted in exciting occupations or women of loose morals I fear I would be far too afraid to ask you"
Jane turned on her side to look him fully in the face- he grinned at the sight of her playfully rising up to address him.
"But seeing as you belong to me alone, Edward Rochester, I do not mind posing the question"
He smiled a wry smile at her before continuing.
"In truth I did not do much outside of working on Eshton's financial accounts. I had no desire to spend any time in the city without you. When we were not working, I went on walks to parks nearby and thought of how excited I was to return to you and our child. I lay in bed at night thinking the same".
He touched Jane's face affectionately as he posed the same question to her, asking what she did while he was away. Jane answered truthfully in saying that she and Anne spent most of the day together in each others company while the nights were spent in solitude. It had been Jane's request, and although it was not fully true, she told her friend the reason was that being pregnant caused her to need some alone time before bed to relax so that she could sleep. Edward smiled at this small bit of deception, encouraging her in her wickedness but also satisfying her in assuring her that it probably did not hurt to spend some time alone. She then relayed how the atmosphere changed when Diana and Mary arrived, for all energy became focused on the wedding and establishing comfort for the wedding guests that were coming to stay that all had different requirements. Jane confided that she found this more difficult than she thought it would be, and she often found herself bored by the guarded and surface level conversation of newly acquainted company.
Edward listened intently, listening between the words for Jane's feelings that went unspoken. When she finished, he surveyed her with pure honesty that seemed to pierce her mind and heart.
"But that is not all" he posed knowingly, "I know the Franklin's have been difficult, and hosting them in our home must have been stressful seeing as you have never formally done it before as a married woman. I'm sorry that I was not there as a help for you-"
"You would have been" Jane resolved, "That is enough"
"And yet" Edward said as Jane lay back down beside him "That is not it either. There is something else on your mind"
"Nothing worth mentioning, just general feelings of unease, is all"
"You do not have general feelings of unease" Edward protested, "Tell me what they are"
She stirred slightly before speaking, struggling to gather her complex feelings into coherent thoughts.
"Edward, I just feel so overwhelmed. In individual moments, all is well and I can focus on just getting one thing done at a time, but as soon as I step back and look at more than one thing, I feel like nothing is within my control and it frightens me"
"Which things? Let me put your mind at ease"
"Normal things. Perfectly normal things that every woman experiences. Hosting a wedding party, having this baby in a few weeks, becoming a mother, staying an attentive wife in spite of all these insecurities. But it is not only that. These days I feel overwhelmed by practically everything. And then I feel ashamed, for what I am experiencing is what all married women experience, and small tasks should not make me so unsettled".
"Jane, you are being unfair to yourself. You are extremely capable of anything you set your mind to, but you forget that all this is still new to you. It is new to me as well. Our life is changing drastically at this time, and frankly it is something we have no way of preparing for- such is frightening. I do not know the particulars of how we will be as parents, but ours will be the most loved out of any child in the world, and should that not be enough?"
"But Edward, how can you know that, or I know that? Raising a child is forming a whole person. Every choice you make, every word you speak makes an impact on their life. What if we were to make a mess of it all?"
"Then we make a mess" Edward replied, simply, "However, I think it is far more likely that we will just make mistakes. And mistakes can be fixed. We must allow some room for learning, after all. Was it not you who taught that to me?"
Jane ignored his response, her mind still filled with too many worries to internalise his words and gain the comfort that was to be found in them.
"And then I think what if there were no 'we'. I know the thought is unlikely, and thus unhelpful, but when you were gone away I thought of what would become of our family if something happened, and you suddenly vanished from my life and I was left to raise our child alone-"
"Jane stop" Edward said, kindly but firmly. "I will not let your fears turn to creating unrealistic possible situations that will haunt your mind. I am not going anywhere. I promised to you on our wedding day that I would be by your side through the whole of our lives, and that is where I intend to stay"
Jane sat up, breathing deeply. Soon Edward was sitting before her, one leg pulled up to his chest with his arm laid on it easily, the other leg stretched out. The arm resting on his knee reached out for Jane's hand, which she gave and he kissed gently.
"Now. We can do something about feeling overwhelmed. You need not do anything my love that puts you in a place where you feel distressed. You have servants, and friends, and above all a husband to do things for you in the final stages of your pregnancy. I shall take you from the house more, just you and I, for fresh air seems to be a cure for most things. You can rise in the morning when you wish, and sleep when you wish. I shall even ask the cook to leave some extra food in the kitchen for you in the nights so that you can sneak down and eat when you are hungry. There is no reason for you to be considerate of our guests schedule when you are so near giving birth. This is your home, you shall do what you wish within it"
Jane broke from looking into his eyes to stare out over the hills surrounding them. The day had clouded over now suddenly, and the heat in the air was now gone and replaced with a fresh, crisp breeze. Jane felt a cooling wind over her face that made her heart feel a little lighter.
"Edward, all of this is so silly, for what is wrong? Nothing"
"Nothing has to be wrong, Jane. What you feel is enough"
Jane surveyed him curiously.
"But surely you only say such because I am your wife"
"Well, of course" Jane felt her heart sink, embarrassment rising to her cheeks. "I would not care enough about anyone else to say such to them. You are the most important thing in the world to me, thus your feelings are the most important thing in the world to me".
A moment passed in which Jane played with his fingers absentmindedly. She rarely thought of such actions anymore as she did them, but this time she did, and the intimacy of the gesture made her smile.
"There is your beautiful smile" Edward said, cheerfully, "You must tell me what caused it"
"Nothing" she said, smiling at him and shaking her head, "Nothing I could possibly put into words"
Edward drew her closer by placing his hand on the back of her neck and kissing her deeply. Jane pulled gently by the collar of his shirt to draw him nearer to her. His other hand found the small of her back and lifted her up so that she straddled him. Jane placed her arms around his neck before he broke the kiss, looking at her.
"Darling?"
"Mmm?"
"Let me make love to you"
"What? Here?"
Edward chuckled in his masculine way before moving in closely to her face, biting his lip, and grinning at her.
"Yes, right here under this very tree"
"What if we are seen?" Jane asked, referencing the house that was admittedly so far away that it was near impossible to see.
"If we can be seen from the house, I would like to invest in whatever machinery has been developed to achieve such"
Jane looked long at her husband before laying down again, arms over her head, smiling up happily at him. He did not need any other signal to continue.
He moved over her swiftly, drawing her lips to his once again and pressing her gently into the soft blanket beneath her. Jane's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his finger tracing up her leg. Gasping slightly, and becoming embarrassingly overwhelmed by her husband far too quickly, Jane could no longer focus on kissing. She threw her head back, tossing it to the side as she felt her husbands hand graze her most intimate area. She drew in a sharp breath, closing her eyes and moaning softly. Edward watched her intently, enjoying the sight of her writhing and moaning beneath him. Pressing his thumb skilfully into her most pleasuring spot, Jane arched her back helplessly. Jane felt Edward bury his face in her neck and kiss her with such love and passion that she thought her head may explode. She felt so silly, it took nothing for her heart to race at an unbearable pace and her breathing to become so laboured- she had just missed his touch so much, and his smell and his look and his sounds.
Jane, her head foggy and dazed, pulled her husbands face back from working on her collarbone and shook her head at him.
"Please" she pleaded.
He nodded at her, kissing each breast through the thin fabric of her dress, "Promise me you will say if you feel any discomfort"
Lovemaking had become more complicated in the last few weeks of her pregnancy. She often found herself uncomfortable, unable to find a position which was not a physical strain on her body. It had given them a new sense of closeness to work through this new situation together.
She nodded in response and drew him closer in order to kiss him. With little effort, but great force, he moved inside Jane and both exclaimed happily at the feeling that washed over them that spread like wildfire through every nerve in their bodies. Edward's deep groan made Jane's heart burst with love. She felt a strain in her back as Edward rocked in and out of her. She clutched his arm tightly, the sensation caused him to pause and look at her.
"My back" Jane said, a little breathlessly. Edward nodded, placing his arm under her for support. She immediately felt the pressure lift as she lay back down on his arm.
"Better?" he asked, looking for the permission to continue.
"Mhm".
With this new adjusted position, Edward could quicken his pace. The lovemaking was desperate, and rough, the type of lovemaking that happened after a couple was separated for too long. And yet, it was extremely loving. Jane looked into her husbands face for as long as she could, until the pressure in her stomach expanded to her chest and head. Her eyes were forced shut, she could no longer feel what her hands grasped of her husband before her. She could only feel him in her, completing her, filling her with indescribable happiness. As Jane climaxed she cried out unexpectedly, clawing at her husbands back as she shuddered beneath him. He kissed her jaw before crying out himself- his voice echoing in the surrounding woods.
Dropping to her side, both lay next to each other, breathing and panting heavily, smiling at the feeling which pulsated through their bodies. At that moment, thunder cracked overhead and rain poured down on the beautiful surroundings. From under the shade of the large tree canopy overhead, no rain fell upon the Rochester's. Instead, they watched it pour outside of the trees protection. The sound of rain, and the smell of it filled Jane;s senses as she turned to her husband, who smiled knowingly at her.
"Looks as if we are trapped" Jane said, breathlessly
Edward pulled her near and pulled her lips to his, kissing her deeply. She felt lightheaded, intoxicated by the depth of his affection.
"I can think of what we can do to pass the time" he said, his eyebrow raised. Jane quickly placed her arms around his neck, sitting astride him.
"More like what I can do to you in order to pass the time".