AN: Well, there's nothing like staying up late on Friday night to write some smut.

My birthday found me sitting in the offices, addressing invitations to the party next week. It made more sense to me to wait for the party until everyone could be here, and next week was the time when everyone's schedules lined up. Will and James would be home, the Fields would be here, even Charles would be docked. Oscar, Liz and their parents were available at any time, as was Mother, but I desperately wanted everyone to be here.

Will had thought it rather funny to see me almost ignoring the actual day of my birth for the week after. "Ana, you could just combine it with the party I have no doubt you'll be throwing for Christmas."

"I am not doing that." I had snorted, cuddling closer to him under the blankets.

"Do you know what your birthday also is?" He had asked, pulling me closer. He hadn't even waited for me to reply. "It's the feast day of Saint Andrew, patron saint of Scotland."

I had chuckled at that, "When did you start following the saints? I didn't think Presbyterians did that."

"We don't, but there's a good number of Catholics still in Scotland and they always have a big to do on that day." I had felt im run his fingers through my hair. "I suppose I should write to one of my friends and have him light a candle in one of the cathedrals. You're marrying a Scotsman and were born on our patron's day, clearly there's something divine at play."

"Yes, we were written in the stars." I had mumbled, feeling my eyes begin to slide shut. I had planned out the dress to wear to the party, just to fool around with him. The dress from my engagement party, with a brilliant white silk shawl around my waist. Will had already told me how much he loved that dress, and he'd get a better chance to peel it off of me after this party than the last one I had worn it to.

"Miss Dalian?" I heard Mr. Keller say, having popped his head in through the door. "I have the reports from the Great Lakes offices."

I gestured to the chair. "Please, how are things up there?"

"We finished the last iron shipments up to Canada, and the ships have been laid up for the winter." He set a paper on my desk, "The Hugh Porter has a slight leak below the waterline, developed it over the summer. Her pumps have been able to keep up, but-"

"Now would be a good time to have her hauled out and fixed." I finished for him, checking the paper. Sure enough it was an order for repairs. "I see no problem with it, let them know to be sure that it's done before it gets too cold."

"Of course, Miss." Mr. Keller nodded, "And I would like to extend my best wishes to you on your birthday."

I smiled, "Thank you, although today is going to be rather calm, all things considered."

"I hope you don't mind that I picked this up for you." He reached into his jacket pocket, holding out a wrapped package. "With how you've taken over, I figured you deserved a decent one."

I picked the wrapping off, revealing a new silver inkstand. It had the scrolled D from our silverware engraved on it, and a steam ship on either side of it. I set it proudly on my desk, transferring the glass bottle of ink from the plain wooden stand to the new one. "Thank you Adam, it's lovely."

"You've been doing far better here than I thought you would." He chuckled, "I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but everything has still been as smooth as it was before." I watched him settle back, his mustache quite fluffy even before he brought his hand up to stroke it. "And I hope you'll enjoy something that I'll be bringing to you in a few months."

I shook my head, "You could tell me and I would let you know."

"Ah Miss, then it would be ruining the surprise." He stood, nodding to me as he headed back out. I was grateful for the work, it distracted me and made the time practically fly. Soon enough the Oceanic had docked and I was at the White Star offices, passing the invitation over to Charles. He looked good, his face calm and the small smile I had grown used to seeing when he had been here back on his face.

He opened it, reading for a moment before he groaned. "I missed your birthday."

"I didn't exactly tell you." I shrugged, "Besides, the party is this weekend and I know you don't ship out again until next week, so you have plenty of time to go shopping. And I know Will would be grateful if you came to the party, as would I."

"I don't suppose my presence would be enough of a present?" He chuckled, tucking the invitation away.

I sighed, "I suppose, although I am interested to see what you might bring. I was hoping to find Mr. Lowe here, did he get transferred?"

"Yes, to the Medic. Poor sod, the Australia run is a long one." Charles leaned in closer, "He's especially sore, he's got a girl back in Britain and he managed to get her to agree to marry him. Won't be till next year, and he still doesn't know if he'll get back on a shorter route after."

I grinned, whispering back. "Perhaps he could arrange for a cabin for her on the ship, I'm sure he would enjoy sailing with his wife."

"Yes, but she might not take to it as well as you would." He chuckled, "And don't worry Anastasia, I will be at the party. However on the gift, I shall have to see." A White Star clerk quickly shooed me off, since it was readily apparent that I was not there to purchase a ticket. I didn't mind too much, it gave me time to stop by the Fields house. Abe had sent around a flower arrangement on my actual birthday, so it was not that odd for me to stop by to offer my thanks.

Morgan quickly had me ensconced in their dining room, one of the little ones on my knees. Rachel thought my hat great fun to play with as I talked to her mother. "Really Morgan, you don't have to bring anything. It's just going to be a small party."

"You've turned twenty-six and you have a fiancé, pardon me if I think that might be a milestone in your life and warrant some kind of marker." She snorted, Mary on her own lap. "The question is what to get you, I highly doubt you've proceeded beyond my lessons with William."

I blushed at that, "Morgan, your children."

"They have no idea what I'm talking about." She chuckled, turning to Mary. "What would you think if I told you that I had to tell Anastasia how to kiss?"

Mary screwed up her face. "That's foul, Mama. Are you two just going to talk about kissing boys?"

"We might, would you two like to stay for that?" Morgan smiled as the two of them made almost identical sounds of disgust, instead choosing to run off and play with Rigel. He seemed perfectly willing to allow them to tug on his paws as much as they liked. "Now that they're settled, really Anastasia I'm going to be rather put out if you wind up going to your marriage bed a perfect little virgin. You know how to prevent pregnancy now, and surely you and Will have tried things beyond what I taught you." She took a sip of her water. "Have you even let him in you?"

I was quite certain my face was flaming. "I am not discussing this." I stood, brushing down my skirt so I didn't have to meet her face. "Please come to the party, as many of you as can make it." Before she had a chance to say anything in reply I was calling Rigel to me and heading back for the carriage. I was still flushed as I settled myself on the bench. Of course I would go to my bridal bed a virgin, even if it was a damned nuisance. But if I didn't, it would disappoint Mother. And while Will would no doubt enjoy it, I know it would disappoint him too. Coming back home to an empty bed left me sighing, and with Rigel on his pillow, it was even worse. Peggy had made it very clear that if Will was to be allowed his nighttime visits, even when he wasn't here, Rigel was to not be in my bed. Or in my dressing room. So I was huddled in my bed, under my blankets, wishing that Will was here.

I missed his touch, I missed the feeling of him under me as we rubbed against each other. I wanted him on top of me, his tongue on me, and my legs wrapped around him. Sometimes I grew so frustrated and wanted him so badly that even my own touch couldn't satisfy. I tossed and turned, my mind conjuring up what it would actually feel like when he took me. Which meant that when Will arrived in later that week, and I was unable to meet him due to having to go over the menu for the party with the cook, I practically dragged him into the bedroom. He didn't even have a chance to put his bag on his bed, as soon as I had gotten word that he had arrived I had fled the kitchen and took the stairs three at a time. He had just put his hand on the doorknob to his room when I had flung myself at him. His bag had clattered to the floorboards, and he didn't have a chance to speak before I had my tongue in his mouth. He pulled back, "Ana, God, what brought this about?"

"Come, my bed. Now." I wrapped my fingers in his jacket, tugging him towards my rooms. "I've been waiting for so long."

"So have I." He groaned, his hands wrapping around my waist. "Are you sure about here, though?"

I gasped as he clutched me hard to him. "I don't care." I felt his fingers finding the buttons of my dress before I noticed the sound of another pair of footsteps on the stairs. His fingers stilled, and he quickly stepped away. I didn't even have to turn around. "Peggy."

"Ah, Mr. Murdoch. We're all so pleased to see you returned, aren't we Miss?" I didn't have to see her face to know she was smiling, it was quite evident in her voice. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist on Mr. Murdoch keeping to his own rooms until the party, what with Mr. Moody also staying here. I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea."

I had to literally bite my tongue to keep from cursing. Will managed to speak for the both of us. "Perhaps we could allow it the night of? It will be Ana's first birthday without her father, I should hate for her nightmares to reappear and shock him with her fright."

Peggy considered this for a moment. "I suppose, although I will remind you that the only thing to occur should be sleeping."

The first guests had arrived for the party by the time I managed to make it downstairs. Adding the sash to the dress had proved rather complicated, and the draped beaded chiffon had been delicately lifted to allow it to pass under and wrap around my waist. It had frustrated Louise, as had my hair completely refusing to behave. But finally, after almost an hour, I was declared as good as I was going to get and managed to make it downstairs. Will, at least, had managed to greet everyone who had arrived, it was only the Fields so far. Although he and Ezekiel were discussing something quietly and immediately shut up as soon as I arrived. I glanced to Will, "What were you talking about?"

"He was just letting me know how his run has been going." Ezekiel chuckled, then stepped over to hug me. "Happy birthday, Annie."

"Thank you, Zeke." I shook my head. "And I know you weren't discussing the run, but you can keep your secrets if you like. You know I'll find out eventually."

He groaned theatrically, "Annie, don't you go nosing around."

"Then tell me."

Will put his arm around me, "I was asking him to care for Rigel during our honeymoon. Since we're going to be gone for a month, it seemed like he should at least have someone he knows to care for him." I could see Ezekiel roll his eyes and stalk off towards the dining room. Will lead us off after him, "Unless you wanted to leve him with your mother?"

"I thought we might take him with us." I shrugged, smiling to Abe and Morgan when I came in.

Will's voice dropped to a whisper. "You're not going to want to take care of him during our honeymoon, believe me." I looked to the side, raising an eyebrow. Will managed to keep his composure, but gladly took a glass of wine. The Fields and James were already sat, Abe and James in conversation over some recent cargo. Morgan at least managed to control her tongue for the moment, especially when Oscar and Liz came in. I could see her watch as James came to greet Liz, kissing her cheek. She had just opened her mouth to say something when Abe reached over, gently taking her hand. She pursed her lips but stayed silent.

Charles, coming in with Mother by his side, did not. "My God James, yet another friend looking to become a part of society."

"Mr. Lightoller, sir." James immediately stood ramrod straight, although Liz kept ahold of his hand. "No sir, I am not trying to leave my work."

"We're courting." Liz stated simply, "He's allowed a few liberties."

"I would hope more than just a chaste kiss might be occurring soon." Morgan remarked, leading both James and Liz to blush and Oscar to immediately reach for his drink. Morgan grinned at their reactions, "You could give her a proper kiss, none of us would be offended."

"Morgan Fields, my word." Mother shook her head, although she was smiling. "And you've hardly touched your wine."

"I'll let them be, for now." She chuckled, "Although it is Anastasia we are focusing on tonight."

Mother came to me, hugging me briefly. "Indeed, happy birthday my dear." That was quickly echoed by the rest of the table, although only Mother embraced me.

"Thank you, everyone." I smiled, having to resist the urge to duck my head. "I think it's time to eat, don't you?"

"I think it's time for your gifts." Mother states, holding out a small package. A number of others were pushed towards me, and I set to unwrapping. Mother had gotten me a pair of pearl earrings to match my necklace, the Fields gave over a lovely lace fan, Oscar and Liz had obviously talked to Mother for I received a lovely pair of pearl bracelets from them, and James had simply gotten me a pair of sturdy leather gloves.

He had blushed when I opened them. "I find I always need strong gloves in the winter, I thought you might too."

"They're lovely." I said as I tucked them back into their wrapping. "Sometimes Rigel pulls so hard on his leash that I almost get a burn from it through my gloves."

Will proffered his last, a small flat box. "Happy birthday, Ana. I hope you like it." I opened it, removing a silver brooch. It was a beautiful piece, silver filigree with the ships chasing the edge of it. "I had my father send it down from Scotland, fine silversmiths there."

"I love it, thank you Will." I smiled, immediately pinning it to me. "Now, dinner?" That led to a loud agreement, and the footmen began to bring in the first course, a warm and hearty beef soup. I was hoping that it would keep Morgan and Charles quiet, but the two immediately found a common pastime.

"I don't suppose Ana is going to try matchmaking for you as well," Morgan said, looking across to Charles.

He sighed dramatically, "I'm afraid that I'm happily married, although once those two get to having children," He chuckled, "Well, hopefully they'll look kindly on their in laws. I wouldn't mind a trip to come over and visit them every year once our children are married." Will was concentrating very hard on the soup in front of him, but I could see the tips of his ears flushing. I should have realized the two would become thick as thieves after knowing each other for only a moment, instead of one end I should have had the whole table set and put them at opposite ends. Charles looked over to James, "Although perhaps one of my boys might get to marry one of theirs."

James and Liz turned an identical shade of red, although Oscar chuckled. "I'm afraid you're going to be fighting half of New York, we Vanderbilts are always in high demand."

"And yet you sit here alone." Morgan smiled as the next course of steak and potatoes was brought in. "Quite interesting, Mr. Vanderbilt."

Oscar shrugged, "There's no harm in enjoying the joys of bachelorhood, and I know that I can have my pick of ladies anytime that I want."

"Your pick of ladies?" Mother chuckled, "Haven't you met all the ones in New York, yet?"

"New York, Boston, even London." I glanced across to him, "Oscar leaves a string of broken hearts behind him, I'm quite sure."

"His dance card is never empty." Liz stage whispered, leading to a round of laughter. Ezekiel began to quiz Oscar about those ladies, and Oscar began by telling an over the top story about a girl, her sister, her aunt and her mother trying to corner him at a ball in London. He said he had to escape by climbing out a window and jumping into a hug below, they were so persistent. This led into a round of amusing stories about fleeing unrelenting suitors from some of the others as dessert was brought in. I kept my mouth occupied by the ice cream covered with caramel, they didn't need my awful experiences ruining their fun. Besides, it was rather pleasant to hear Mother describe a boy trying to get her to attend a barn raising with him. He came by every day for a week, with flowers every day and Mother eventually relented.

So long as her father came with them.

"This was a wonderful party, dear." Mother said after we had retired with some cordial, "Although I'm afraid I am going to have to head home soon, I hope you won't mind."

"Of course not Mother," I smiled, giving her a squeeze. "I know you have your own things to attend to."

"And I'm sure you're looking forward to your bed." Morgan chuckled, "I heard your maid had quite the time with you tonight."

"Yes, I gave her the rest of the night off. My hair just would not behave properly." I reached up to touch the pins holding it in place. "Poor Louise." It was just us ladies in the parlor, the men had retired to the porch to share a cigar and a whiskey.

Liz twitched her skirt around her legs, "I have no doubt Oscar will be hauling me off soon, although I hope he isn't being too hard on James."

"I'm sure he'll be fine." I squeezed her hand.

Morgan sipped her sherry, "And if he is, you can have Ezekiel. I have him shipped over, and I'll even throw a bow on him." That sent Liz into gales of laughter, and Mother gave me a brief hug before she slipped away and Liz was proved right as not fifteen minutes after Oscar collected her to head off. Which left me with Morgan. She set her empty glass down, "I'm sure Abe will be by in a moment for me."

"It is growing rather late." I sighed, considering my own glass and refilling it.

"But I haven't given you your gift yet, and I had to work so hard to find it." Morgan was smiling far too widely as she stood. I felt her slip her arms around me in a hug, although one dropped rather low towards my sash. Her voice was a mere whisper. "Some inspiration for the wedding night, or a bit sooner. Be sure to look at it." I felt her slide something into my sash, adjusting the fabric to cover it. Her voice immediately rose, "Abe, Ezekiel, I am quite exhausted. Should we head out?"

"Of course, dear." Abe kissed her cheek, and both he and Ezekiel gave me a brief hug. I followed them to the foyer, passing James who was headed up for the night. I brushed my fingers over the package in my sash, it felt decidedly like a book. I stopped by the kitchen, thanking the cook and her assistants before heading for the porch. I was rather tired, but I was also looking forward to heading to bed since Will would be joining me. I paused at the doors to the porch, seeing Charles and Will discussing something over a diminished bottle of whiskey. Feeling an odd sense of deja vu, I paused in the door to listen.

Charles was speaking softly. "You know Will, never quite understood why you were so tetchy about her safety. She seems perfectly fine, even better with Rigel. And I know you love that damn dog, don't try and deny it."

Will took a long swallow of whiskey from his glass. "Charles, it wasn't pleasant."

"I'm your friend Will, you can't carry it all yourself."

Will considered his glass for a moment before downing it, refilling, and drinking half of the new pour."We had to go to Reichster's engagement party, some damn social rules apparently. I looked out for her all night, Oscar did too, but I slipped up for a moment. Some German bastard starting insulting the Royal Navy, and I just couldn't let it go. Couldn't have been more than a minute, but when I turned around she was gone. I almost started screaming for her, Lights, and I'm not ashamed to say that I pushed a number of people out of my way as I looked for her. I had to pull my sword and threaten a whore-"

"There were whores there?"

"The whole party was depraved. I wouldn't have done anything, but I told her I would gut her if she knew where Ana was and didn't say anything. She told me though, pointing me off. I had to kick the damn door down, and when I got in there, God."

"Will, you don't have to finish."

"No Charles, I'm seeing it through to the end. Henry Reichster had her bent over a desk, her skirts up and his hand between her legs. His other was around her throat. Poor Ana, my sweet Ana, I could see the tears on her face when she saw me. He kept ahold of her when I came in, groping at her until she bit him."

"Sounds like Rigel can learn from her."

"I stabbed him Charles, I twisted the sword into his shoulder and wanted to cause him as much pain as I could. I almost killed him, I wanted to. I was half crazed with rage when I wrote you about how I was worried for her. Didn't expect a dog though."

"Sylvie wanted to send a pistol."

Will groaned. "Thank God you brought the dog."

I stepped out, putting my hands on Will's shoulders. "Yes Charles, I can take Rigel anywhere. Where in any of my dresses could I hide a gun?" I hopes making light of it would relieve him, and I felt his hand snake up to clasp mine.

"I'm sure Will would be willing to help." Charles grinned, "Would require a lot of lifting your skirts."

"That's entirely off course." Will shot back, "She's right here."

"Not for long, I'm headed up." I pressed my lips to Will's head. "Feel free to stay as long as you like Charles, I can have more whiskey brought out."

He sighed, getting up. "I'm afraid I'd best be off, have my duties to attend to tomorrow."

"I'll see you out." Will stood, clapping him around the shoulders and heading off. It was a bit more trouble negotiating heading up the stairs, I had to collect my train and balance myself with the bannister. I'm sure the glasses of wine I had drank did not help, but eventually I had made it to my sitting room. Rigel was curled up on his pillow, sound asleep and completely uncaring that I had returned.

Flinging my train over the settee, I fished out what Morgan had put in my sash. It was a thin book, the title printed on the cover. "The Necessary Education of a Young Bride to Be." I muttered as I flipped it open. I paged forward to the text, and began reading. It started off rather normally, but then, oh then. I felt myself begin to blush as I read about men bending women over their knees and whipping them before taking them to bed. And it was such detailed about what they were doing, the pleasure that they were enjoying. Interspersed throughout were dirty little rhymes, and I found myself mouthing them as I read them. I flipped through, looking at the three different volumes it contained. The Pearl, Fanny Hill, and The Romance of Lust.

"What have you got there?" I jumped as Will spoke, I hadn't even heard him come in. I clasped the book to me, shaking my head. God, my face was burning. What would he think of me if he saw it? Will cocked his head. "Come on now, some poetry?" I shook my head again, getting off the settee and stepping away from him. He grinned as he came toward me, circling the settee. "Ana, don't be difficult, my dear. Let me see." I shuffled back, kicking my train out of the way. I dodged around him as he came at me, although he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush to him. His hands slid their way up my arms, opening the book. I heard the shock in his voice. "My God, Ana."

"I know, I know. I'm going to burn it, just give me a moment." I would have buried my face in my hands if he hadn't kept ahold of them.

Will chuckled, pulling me harder to him. "Now, now. Let's not be too hasty. This does say it's for your education after all." He paged through it, "There are some wonderful ideas in here. Care to try some?"

"You'll need to get me out of my dress first." I whispered, "You said you wanted to last time."

"You also said you wanted to cover me with your skirt and let me do as I liked." Will grinned, coming around to the front and kneeling. "I do love this dress, although I am curious. Why add the sash?"

I looked down, feeling my breath begin to quicken. "Blue and white, Saint Andrew's cross. I thought you might think it was funny."

His fingers found the hem, collecting it. "I'm afraid I think about a good number of other things than a saint's symbols when I see you in this dress." He threw the skirt over his head, burying himself underneath my chemise and placing kisses along my thighs. I let my head loll back, enjoying the feeing of him brushing his nose through my curls. I heard him mumble, "Perhaps you should sit down? I'd hate to make you fall and injure yourself."

"Yes, yes." I muttered, moving back into the bedroom. Will rose for a moment, following me and closing the door. I had barely sat on the bed before he was back underneath my skirt, his breath on me as he dragged his tongue along me. I gasped, "Will!" I knew he was grinning, even if I couldn't see him. It was arousing to feel him begin to stroke me, his hands pressing my thighs farther apart. I laid back on the bed, my legs fully spread to allow him space. I moaned as I felt a pair of fingers enter me even as he continued to stroke me. My skin broke out in sweat, my hair messed beyond belief as I began to writhe as Will set himself to his task. I jolted upright when he sucked on me though, clapping my hands around his head and pressing him to me. The clenching in my belly was reaching a fever pitch, and I came with a broken cry as it felt as if the very air was stolen from my lungs.

Will disentangled himself, smiling. "Have you been properly gamauched, as that book called it?"

"I don't know if I can move." I mumbled, laying flat out on the bed.

"Roll over, I want to get you out of this." He ordered, and I quickly complied. He seemed to savor unbuttoning the gown, his fingers slipping under me to gently tease it off. Then it was the corset. "I hate these laces."

"So you've said." I sighed, flipping over after he had loosened them. He worked the busk between his hands, and I briefly rose up to allow him to fling it away. He slipped his hands under my bottom to raise the chemise up, and it quickly followed the corset. Will paused for a moment, picking out every pin from my hair and tossing them aside.

He let his fingers wind through my hair, curling it around my shoulders. "You look so desirable with it down." He knelt again, tracing his hands over my breasts, down my thighs, and reaching the edge of my stockings. He slowly rolled them down, kissing every inch that he uncovered. I giggled as he kissed the bottoms of my feet, it tickled. He stood, looking down at me. "So you're laughing at me now."

"It tickled," I rose, wrapping my hand around his tie. "My feet are always ticklish."

Will's hands rose to his own clothing now, unbuttoning his jacket. "You should be careful who you laugh at, otherwise you might wind up an old maid."

"Oh yes, I'm twenty-six now." I sighed, reaching under to help with his waistcoat. "I've been on the shelf for so long that I should just be grateful an old widower deigned to look my way."

He fell on me at that, in his shirt and suspenders as he clutched me to him. I gave a slight scream, vainly struggling as he bore me down to the mattress. His lips were on my throat, "An old widower am I? I'll show you how old I am." I sent my hand down, tracing him through his trousers. I could feel him stiffening, and he gave a slight groan. "Although you could rouse an ancient to attention, agh, yes. Just like that, Ana."

I continued to palm him through his trousers as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I believe they called this frigging in that book, do you want me to frig your prick, Will?" He drew back at that, his eyes wide. My hand stilled and I sunk back into the pillows. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you should." His eyes were glassy, "But only here, only with us. And God Ana, of course I want you to frig me." He was tearing at his shirt now, his tie already discarded, and he shrugged his suspenders off with his shirt. I was already working his trouser buttons, and he kicked them off quickly once they were undone. With his prick now freed I quickly began to stroke it as I knew he liked, circling the head and caressing his sack. He was panting into my shoulder, his hands finding their way to my breasts. "How do you do this to me? Every time, agh, I swear, you're a temptress."

I was panting myself, feeling him bend his head down to suckle at me. "I've been dying for you, Will." I felt him thrust himself into my hand at that. "I've wanted you back for so long. Don't go out, not anymore." I wrapped my legs around his thighs, feeling him begin to twitch. "I want you here every night."

His eyes were closed, his jaw set as he moaned deep in his throat. "I want you in my bunk, agh." He broke off, thrusting himself fiercely into my hand. "I'm so close, agh, Ana." I slowed the movement of my hand, seeing his eyes pop open as he realized I wasn't frigging him anymore. "Ana, please."

I looked up at him, panting over me and slick with sweat. I brought my hand that wasn't wrapped around him up to brush against his cheek. "Will, I love you."

"If you love me," Will chuckled, thrusting himself against my hand. "Finish me." I lifted my hips, pressing him between us. I resumed my movement, letting my hips begin to roll to add to it. The movement was exciting for me too, and I was clutching Will to me as I moved against him. I felt him come, his seed spurting warm against my belly and he suddenly pressed me further into the bed, his hand slipping between us to rub fast circles around that little bud of nerves. He seemed to enjoy the way I was writhing, the moans and cries that he was able to draw from me as he introduced first two fingers, and then three into me. I almost screamed when he began to curl them in me and stroke them in and out, my hips bucking against him and my head thrashing on the pillows. The heat and the pressure that was building in me was unbearable.

I panted, "Too much, oh God Will, it's too much."

"Then come." Will chuckled, sucking on me neck. "Come for me, love." It only took him a few more movements to draw a loud enough cry out of me that he clapped his hand over my mouth to muffle it. His eyes were wide as he watched me, pleasuring me through the waves of pleasure that were breaking through me, the electric currents that seemed to sing from every nerve. He smiled, "We have to keep that book." I could only nod my assent, every part of me completely supine and unmoving. The details of hiding this could be handled in the night, before the staff came. All I had to worry about right now was how Will collected me to him as he rolled off, holding me from behind as he molded himself to me. I relaxed into his touch, feeling as he pressed every inch of himself to me. It was going to be hell to make it to the wedding, but by God I would.

But I would also indulge in this, otherwise I'd go mad.