I haven't written a Jessica/George story in a while and as I wait for the next book to come out, I thought I would write another one.
Jessica Fletcher loved London in late spring. She didn't mind the occasional showers that came out of nowhere and she hoped the cool evenings would be filled with delightful dinners and dancing with her dear friend, George Sutherland.
Her latest novel was a best seller in the United States, as well as in Great Britain, and her publisher wanted her to do a book tour through all of Great Britain lasting nearly six weeks. She had eagerly agreed. She lamented the fact that she and George barely saw each other once each year and sometimes not even then.
No, she told her publisher she would work Monday through Friday from about ten AM until five, an occasional evening outing or interview. She committed to book signings but those were generally in the late mornings anyway. She was determined to spend time with George and see if they could get their relationship headed in almost any direction.
She knew George wanted more from her and she didn't want him to give up without at least putting forth a real effort. He truly was a good man, kind and thoughtful, and he was in love with her.
Her first two days were spent in meetings and arranging her schedule. She was going to be on two morning shows and three evening programs. She insisted on no more than three book signings per week which was very generous of her. George was hoping to tie up her weekends so they could spend time together.
They hit a snag almost immediately as George was called away to France two days before her arrival. He estimated he would be back in a week. It was only his obvious disappointment that kept Jessica from voicing her frustration. She simply told him to hurry back and she would be waiting for him.
She was becoming spoiled and pampered living at the Savoy Hotel. Salon appointments and massages were routine and her hair never looked finer, not that Loretta back home would find out from her.
She had taken to going downstairs to the gym in the mornings for an aerobics class and then a light breakfast before beginning to fulfill her duties of the day.
George called earlier, on her sixth day in London, to let her know he would be flying into Heathrow airport in the afternoon and hoped they could have dinner together. She immediately accepted and he said he would make reservations for them for eight that night.
Jessica roamed around her hotel room thinking about George. They've known each other for so long, ten years, and this was the first time they would have a few weeks in each other's company. While they'd shared a few quiet, intimate moments over the years she always held herself in reserve. Even the few kisses they shared were mostly chaste ones on the cheek or the occasional peck on the lips. What would she discover if she stopped holding back?
George was a gentleman. He wouldn't intentionally hurt her, not if he could help it. She was sure of it. She decided from this moment forth she was going to give it her all. If it didn't work out, it wasn't meant to be. She smiled as a devilish thought entered her head. She wasn't going to worry about the logistics of a long distance relationship. She would deal with it when she had to and hoped it would somehow resolve a few inner fears.
She dressed carefully for dinner. George loved to take her dining at Antonios for their famous meals as well as their dance floor. She wore a floor length royal blue dress with a slit that went just above her knee, for freedom of movement, and an illusion bodice that created an almost ethereal effect. Her makeup was more pronounced without being clownish and she dabbed a little more perfume than usual.
A quick staccato on the door announced George's arrival and she opened the door with a smile on her face. She invited him inside and closed the door. His smile was warm and his eyes twinkled as he took in her outfit.
"You are a sight for these old eyes, Jessie." He kissed her cheek.
She grabbed a hold of him by putting an arm around his waist and her other hand on his chest and leaned closer to kiss him. She felt his surprise at her bold move but he adjusted easily and returned the kiss. It grew heated as the kiss continued.
George was thrilled at the turn of events. He had expected a warm, friendly greeting but not the passionate kiss they were sharing. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. The smell of her perfume along with the softness of her body ignited a flame inside of him and he poured every emotion he felt into the kiss.
Jessica had always enjoyed the kisses they shared but this was a completely different ball of wax. She grew warm and tingly as the kiss went on and on. She exhaled through her nose so she wouldn't have to stop kissing due to a lack of oxygen. A moan escaped anyway. It wasn't until the kiss slowed that she realized it was George moaning.
She pulled back and gave him a smug smile. "It's so good to see you again, George." She patted his chest softly before smoothing her hand across it. "Do we have time for a drink?"
George appeared as though he was incapable of coherent thought or comprehension.
Jessica gave a light laugh. "George?" She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He tried to capture her for another searing kiss but she turned her head before smiling at him. "Maybe we should just go and eat and get a drink at the restaurant."
"Lass, you turned me inside out and now you want to leave?" He gave a theatrical sigh but reached for her coat.
Dinner was wonderful, the conversation never paused or became stilted. She knew George was a little off kilter by the amazed looks that crossed his face on occasion and she was thrilled. She figured he had pigeon-holed her into place and she just broke that mold. It was a liberating and powerful feeling.
They stayed out late and it was only the knowledge that he had an early morning meeting that she was able to convince him it was time for the night to end.
George walked Jessica to her room. She invited him inside and he was hopeful for a kiss goodnight like the earlier kiss.
Jessica was delighted at his eagerness but she offered him a drink, which he declined, before taking a seat on the sofa. After he was comfortable Jessica started speaking.
"George, we've known each other a long time and you've wanted to get closer." She looked deeply into his eyes. "I just want you to know I'm open to seeing what happens."
George's eyes widened. " A nighean, tha thu air mo dhèanamh cho toilichte." (You've made me so happy.)
Jessica didn't know what he said but it was something good. She leaned over and kissed him quickly. "I'm free this weekend if you want to make plans."
George turned thoughtful for a moment. "I'll pick you up Friday at four in the afternoon. Pack an overnight bag."
Jessica stumbled over her words. "George, I don't…I mean I think…does it have to be overnight?"
George looked puzzled before he realized what she was trying to ask. "Darling, it's just in case we don't make it back in time. The last train leaves at ten and if we miss it, we'll have to spend the night somewhere."
Jessica blushed but she looked him straight in the eye. "I don't sleep around, George. I'm not saying we have to wait for marriage but I don't think I could be so carefree so soon."
George was nodding. "I understand lass. We can wait another week."
Jessica punched his shoulder lightly but felt relieved that he understood.
A few minutes later she was kissing him goodnight and telling him she would see him the next evening.
Jessica got into a cab and returned to her hotel. It was Friday afternoon and George would be there in a few hours to take her somewhere but she didn't have any information beyond dress warmly. It took several minutes to decide on which outfit to wear and then she had to pack a bag. She was certain they would have separate rooms. Nonetheless she packed her nicest pajamas and undies.
Two hours later George was hurrying her into the train station at a brisk walk.
"George, I'm hurrying but your legs are longer," she said breathlessly.
He was immediately contrite. "Sorry lass, I don't want to miss the train. We're cutting it close."
Once settled on the train, Jessica turned to look at George. "Can you tell me now what we're doing tonight?"
"Eight years ago we went and saw a play and you said you always wanted to visit where we're going," hinted George. He sat back, smug, while Jessica sorted through her memories.
"I'm not sure," began Jessica. Since he wouldn't let her see their tickets, she wasn't sure of their destination.
"We'll be on the train for about an hour if that helps," hinted George.
Jessica gave it further thought. She didn't know every corner of the country but she was familiar with several areas. "We're going to Canterbury! To the cathedral?"
George laughed. "Right you are, lass. I helped out on a case once and made special arrangements for an after hours tour."
Jessica threw her arms around George. "That's wonderful. I've wanted to visit for so long but never seemed to manage it." She was filled with excitement. The famous cathedral had been on her to-do list since her very first visit to England after she married Frank.
They ate dinner on the train since they wouldn't have time before the tour and few places would be open afterward.
They were impressed by the cathedral although it wasn't George's first time. Jessica was in awe over the stained glass. Their guide was informative and thorough. He delighted in all her questions and suggested maybe she could use it in one of her books. This brought out even more questions and it was unsurprising that they missed the last train back to London.
George surprised her again with rooms booked at the cathedral lodge. The view from her window was incredible. She hoped the kiss goodnight conveyed how much she appreciated the evening with him.
The following morning they toured the grounds before taking the train back to London. George insisted on going to the shops with her. He bought flowers and they had lunch at The Savoy Grill because Jessica wanted to drop her packages off at her room before lunch.
They went to a matinee at a smaller theater before returning to her room. She was tired but not exhausted. However, she declined George's offer to take her out to dinner. He looked so disappointed she agreed that he could pick something up and they would share it in the room. He left to go pick up dinner and she removed her shoes and put away her purchases.
George returned with fish and chips as well as bangers and mash because he wasn't sure which she would want and he would eat whatever she didn't select. While he was gone she had asked for plates and utensils to be delivered to her room. She surprised him by setting all the food on a table and selecting some of everything.
"It might not be what Brits would do but I don't get enough of either to be able to just choose one," commented Jessica. Always a careful eater, Jessica surprised George by cleaning her plate and looking over the food that was left. She put the last of the mashed potatoes on her plate, after offering it to George, and another piece of cod. George helped himself to seconds as well.
Jessica sat back, replete. "I'm going to need to work off all the food I ate," moaned Jessica.
George smiled broadly and winked at her. "I'm sure we can manage something."
Jessica blushed.
A week passed quickly. Jessica's days were filled with work and outings while her evenings were reserved for George. They went to the movies, the theater, dancing, and to several galleries nearby. She was surprised at the increased sexual tension between them. George wasn't pressuring her. In fact, he treated her as he always did, with extreme courtesy. No, she was the one kissing him senseless. She was the one clinging to him in heated abandon.
Last night she lay awake wondering what making love to George would do to their relationship. She had a little over four weeks left in England and she didn't know when she would return. She wished she could manage a casual lover but she knew she couldn't. She could only give her body after her heart and soul. It was the way she was raised and there had been little temptation over the years to lose her head over someone. Yes, there had been kisses but nothing that progressed to wanting more.
George flirted shamelessly with her. He sent her appreciative looks. He complimented her often. What else did she want? What was she waiting for? A proposal? No, she couldn't imagine them married and living apart. But she wanted him. Since she relaxed all her shields, her body had been on full alert. She didn't want to suppress her needs anymore but how to convey that to George without saying it. She could try seduction but he would see right through her and it was embarrassing to admit it to him.
She tried meditating, a nap, and panicked pacing around her room but no ideas popped into her head. George was coming over and they were going to Covent Garden for a little shopping and walking. She could invite him back for a drink and then let nature take its course but how would she let him know he didn't need to halt their kisses when things got passionate? It had been so easy with Frank. He knew the answer was no until their wedding night.
She glanced at the clock and jumped up. George would be there shortly and she hadn't bathed or anything. It would have to be a quick shower. She was just coming out of the bathroom when he knocked on the door.
"George, I'm not ready. Could you come back in twenty minutes?" she asked through the door. He agreed and walked back to the elevators. He could have a drink in one of the bars downstairs.
Jessica did her hair and makeup then went to the closet to choose an outfit. Time was up but she was certain George would give her half an hour. She was correct and when he knocked again, she was ready.
He kissed her cheek and greeted her warmly. Once again they enjoyed a wonderful afternoon and evening. The entire time they strolled around Jessica wondered if tonight would be the night they made love. She brushed against him several times, held his hand while walking, and twice made George look at her intensely. She hoped she was giving him enough cues.
They returned to the hotel in the early evening. Jessica had nervous energy strumming through her veins and couldn't keep still any longer. She fidgeted while taking the elevator and when George unlocked her door and allowed her entry she pulled him inside after her and closed the door.
"George, I thought you should know that I'm ready."
"Ready for what, lass?"
Jessica stared at him speechlessly before blushing. A slow smile crept upon George's face. He moved closer and pulled her into a hug. "Ah, that explains why you're nervous."
Jessica threw up her hands. "George, I'm not a shy person. I just feel it's hard to convey what I want and what I'm feeling."
"Darling, I'm not rushing you. You set the pace, not me." He squeezed her tighter. "I love you and can wait as long as it takes."
"I don't think I can wait much longer," admitted Jessica. "Just know…I haven't…"
"Leave it to me, Jessie. I know what I'm doing." They both laughed, relaxing Jessica. "Would you like a glass of wine?"
Jessica agreed and they settled on the couch, drinking. Conversation began to flow and she slowly relaxed. She was surprised when he called it an evening but he assured her that knowing she was ready to take the next step made him want to make it special. She smiled at him and agreed to wait a little longer.
It would take even longer than anticipated as George was once again called away, this time to Belgium. Hopefully it will only be a few days. Jessica busied herself with work and sightseeing. George called from Brussels stating he would probably return the following day and Jessica got a brilliant idea. It would only take a few hours by train and she could be there in the afternoon.
She left a message for George not to leave Brussels before he called her because she needed him to pick something up for her, rather urgently. Then she caught a train to Brussels. She only had a small overnight bag with her and hoped he called before too long. In the meantime she looked around the city. She did some shopping, of course, and finally George called in the early evening.
"Lass, I'm finished and I'll come home in the morning." You could hear the smile in his voice. "What did you need me to pick up for you?"
Jessica felt a little giddy with excitement. "Do you know where Rue Neuve is?"
George laughed. I should have known you would want something from a shopping center."
She told him there was a package being held for her and to please pick it up and bring it home with him. He agreed and said he would do it immediately.
Jessica figured it would be at least fifteen minutes so she waited and tried to look inconspicuous as she watched pedestrians. George appeared and she decided to waylay him on the street.
"Hey handsome," she said as he passed by. George stopped and turned around.
"Lass!" He pulled her into a hug and gave her a sound kiss. Jessica felt they were blocking the path but people walked around them and several were smiling. George grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward a shop.
"George, I don't have a package. I just wanted to surprise you and forgot to ask where you were staying."
"Then let's grab a bite to eat. The place I'm staying doesn't provide food. Or much of anything actually. Government funding at its finest."
Jessica laughed and they walked until they found a cafe that wasn't too crowded.
"I'd love to try something classically Belgian," stated Jessica, perusing her menu that was written in Flemish.
They chose separate dishes intending to share them with each other.
"Did you book a room, somewhere?" he asked while they waited for their food to arrive.
"No, I was going to try one at wherever you were staying or something nearby." responded Jessica. "What do you suggest?"
"Not my hotel," answered George, ruefully. "The bathroom is down the hall and the carpet was probably installed right after the great war."
Jessica laughed. "Or you could check out and join me once I find a room," suggested Jessica. She found it hard to look him in the eyes but she maintained contact.
"Lass," exclaimed George, reverently. He gave her hand a squeeze and released it as their food had arrived.
DInner was filled with anticipation. Jessica drank white wine while George drank a single malt whiskey. Surprisingly Jessica's nerves vanished and they enjoyed the meal and conversed easily.
After dinner George found them a room at a lovely inn overlooking a large garden. They checked in and he told Jessica he would go back to his hotel and check out while she relaxed.
Jessica ran a bath as soon as she was alone and relaxed in the hot scented water. She dressed in a pair of satin pajamas and matching robe and waited for George to return. He arrived wearing a big smile and dropping his luggage by the door before giving her a hug. He slowly released her.
"That didn't take long," remarked Jessica.
"I was already packed so I grabbed a quick shower and took a cab back here," commented George. "Lass, whatever happens tonight, I'm already pleased. Just having you in my arms is a dream come true."
"I think we can do better than lying together," replied Jessica. She gave him a wink and walked over to the bed.
She opened her eyes and nearly burst out laughing. George had the worst case of bed hair she had ever seen. He was sitting up, looking at her and smiled when she glanced at his hair.
"Good morning," he rumbled with a deep voice. "How do you feel?"
Jessica stretched and pulled the sheets a little higher. "I feel wonderful, energized, and thoroughly loved." She shifted a little. "If you'd like to shower first…"
George smiled slowly. "I wouldn't mind company…"
The shyness she was feeling was dispelled by his playfulness and they spent nearly an hour washing and ridding their bodies of imaginary specks of dirt.
They say time flies when you're having fun and that couldn't have been a truer statement. Over the next few weeks George and Jessica were together nearly every day. Their weekends were magical as he was determined to show her what she was missing in Cabot Cove. As the day approached when she would leave England, she grew melancholy but was determined to make the most of their time together.
Her last night was spent dancing and spending time in his arms. A tear escaped on occasion but she ignored it. Their love making that final night was bittersweet. How long would it be before they were together again? The pull to return home was strong however. She missed her house, her garden, her friends. She invited George to spend his vacation with her. Perhaps they could go somewhere for a week. She knew he loved getting out of Europe so maybe he would appreciate Canada.
He used his security clearance to walk her to her gate and wait with her. He kept her in his arms and kissed her brow.
"I'm going to miss you so much," admitted Jessica, tearfully.
"Three months," promised George. "We'll work it out."
Jessica bit her lip. Parting was the main reason she didn't want to further their relationship. "I love you, George Sutherland."
"Aye, lass, I love you very much." He held her tighter. Her flight was announced and he kissed her several times. She didn't bother trying to stop the tears that flowed making it impossible for her to see. "Call me when you land."
She nodded. She pressed her lips to his in a public display of affection that would have been criticized if they were younger.
Blue eyes stared into green ones and she saw the trace of tears in his. "I have no regrets, George. I just want to see you again. Soon."
"No regrets," he repeated. "Safe journey."
He watched as she turned away and left. He waited in the terminal until her plane left then he watched until it lifted skyward. Jessica had his heart and he couldn't wait until they were together again.
Jessica repaired her face once seated and accepted the cup of tea from the flight attendant. She fervently hoped they weren't making a mistake. They loved each other but there were no guarantees that love was enough. When she married Frank, she gave up her plans to be a journalist and moved to California in support of his career. But she had her own career now and she wanted the support. She hoped George knew what he was doing because she sure didn't. Only time would tell what happens next.
