by
Anakin
(anakin_skywallkr@hotmail.com)
The front door opened. Maxwell's shadow came in and shut the door, walking heavily. He opened the closet and tried to hang up his coat, but it fell off the hook and he closed the door, not seeming to notice. He switched the light on in the staircase and slowly went upstairs with his hand on his forehead.
He arrived on the landing and seemed to be really uncertain about which door was his room's. He finally decided for one and entered the room. He took his shoes off, not noticing the shadow lying on the other side of the bed, and collapsed on the bed, immediately falling asleep.
Fran woke up with a start: she was dreaming an elephant was collapsing on her!… She switched her bedside lamp on, her heart beating madly. She tried to calm herself and drained the glass of water on her nightstand. Then she noticed a dark form at the corner of her eye, and gave a start; Once again, her heart was trying to beat the world record. When she calmed down a little, she looked at the man lying next to her.
"Mr. Sheffield!"
He moaned and turned, but kept his eyes closed.
Fran sniffed and scowled.
"Oy!… And there we go again for a heck of a hangover tomorrow…"
she spoke gently.
"Mr. Sheffield, wake up… Mr. Sheffield… Mr. Sheffield, I can't carry you to your room and I can't ask Niles to help me…!"
He moaned again, but didn't budge.
She sighed…
"All right… I hope you're not going to kill me tomorrow…"
She started undressing him…
After a few minutes and some big efforts, he was lying on her bed, clad only in his shorts. She contemplated her job a minute, and smiled:
'He's gonna kill me for this but it was worth it!' She thought
She pulled the sheets over him and went back to her side of the bed. She switched off the light, her heart beating a bit fast: it felt weird and securing at the same time to be lying next to the man that occupied all her thoughts… Sleep overtook her quickly.
He woke up as daylight was piercing through the curtains and he smelt a slight woman's perfume. He opened his eyes slowly… He was definitely not in his room… He was… in Miss Fine's!…
'Oh my God! How much did I have to drink yesterday?!' He turned on his side and saw her, still asleep. He noticed he only had his shorts on… 'And what about her'?… She was wearing an Ivory Satin negligee that left little to imagination but at least, she had it on… 'We might not have…' He interrupted his own train of thoughts and looked at her.
She looked so at peace… She had a relaxed face and looked like a little girl. Her pale skin was a little flushed on her cheeks and he soon realized this vision had far more influence on his body than he wished… He tried to straighten his thoughts but she really did look adorable…
He left his mind wander… How he'd like to trace soft kisses along her shoulder, how he'd love to witness her reactions would he slightly let his fingers glide on her smooth skin...
She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. She smiled.
"… Would you like an aspirin?…"
Max looked at her with a quizzical look.
"No why?… Oh you mean about yesterday evening?… I guess I had a little too much to drink-eh?…" He pushed aside a lock of her hair, his finger lingering on her cheek a little longer.
"Tell me Miss Fine, how did I end up in your room?"
"I guess exactly like I ended up in yours a few years ago, remember?"
He chuckled.
"Yes I do… Miss Fine, did you take my clothes off?"
"Look Mr. Sheffield, you came into my room, collapsed on my bed. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't budge. So I undressed you, I put you into bed, and I went to sleep, period."
He smiled and stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"Thank you Miss Fine…"
He stopped stroking her cheek and looked her in the eyes before gently kissing her softly on the lips.
"I love you…" He didn't know what came over him… Why had he say that?! He panicked for a hundredth of second, but then he saw her smile. He smiled too and knew it were not only his hormones speaking… Talking about which…
He encircled her shoulders and pulled her atop, kissing her thoroughly before getting rid of the last remnant of clothing he had on…
He rolled on his side, breathing heavily, and she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"Oh Fran…" He said, caressing her cheek with his free hand.
"Oh Max! I should say!… Who would have guessed there would be so much passion under that British dark-haired head of yours!…"
He chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head hugging her.
"We should have done that a long time ago…"
"Hey I wasn't the one refraining!" She said jokingly.
He hugged her more.
"Funny what a couple of glasses of Whisky can do to a man-huh?…" He pulled her atop. "Now Fran, what do you say we wake up just like that every morning?"… He gently rubbed her nose with his finger.
"Your room or my room?"
"Mine, the bed's larger…"
"What time?"
"Oh I don't know, when we wake up, why?"
"Because I'll have to set my alarm clock!"
"What are you talking about?! Did you think I was asking you to meet me in my room every morning?!… I was suggesting you slept in MY bed!"
"But what are the children gonna think?!"
"I don't think they'd mind…"
"And what would Mr. Sheffield say if he caught two people having illegitimate sex in his house?" She teased him.
"What?!… Fran you don't get it, do you?"…
"Get what?"…
He looked her deep in the eyes.
"Fran, I'm asking you to be my wife…"
She was genuinely caught by surprise and the only thing she could do was to close her eyes smiling and to bury her head in the crook of his neck."
"I take it you accept?"
"Oh Max I love you so much… Yes!… Yes a million times!" came her muffled voice.
He lifted her head to look her in the eyes again, and kissed her for a long time, then he hugged her tight.
"What day are we?" he murmured in her ear.
"Sunday…" Fran replied.
"… So that means the children are out on their errands…" He started tracing soft kisses on her cheek.
"… Yes … " she replied kissing him too.
"… And that Niles is at his butlers' association cocktail…" He went down to her neck.
"… Yes…" She tilted her head so he had a better access.
"… So we have the house all to ourselves until at least 3.00pm…" He concluded on her mouth.
"… Yes…"
"Do you think of something we could do to occupy our time?…"
"You have something in mind?"
He gently pushed her and got up, extending his hand as an invitation.
"… take a shower and then, go to my room… Are you game?" He smiled.
"Definitely!" She jumped out of bed and took his hand giggling…
The End
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