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Interlude Nine
What light through yonder window breaks
Wherein a good night’s sleep is found
The four of them retired to their suite directly after dinner, the completion of their tiring journey catching up with all of them. She had her arm through Julian’s and was leaning against him a bit as her father talked.
“I’ve already gone over with Marshall our cover story,” Jack told her as Julian was unobtrusively inching them towards their bedroom door, “I’ll go over it with you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Night Dad, Marshall,” she gave them a parting smile as she and Julian moved through their door.
She meandered into the middle of the room as Julian locked the door behind them. Waiting for him to reach her she spun around in a little circle, flaring her skirt. His hands on her waist stopped her twirl.
“You look like a princess,” he quietly told her.
“Thanks,” she slid her arms around his neck, “Does that make you my prince charming?”
He grinned roguishly, “Hardly, but you’re stuck with me now.”
“I’ll just have to make the best of it then,” she grinned then pressed her lips to his.
The kiss seemed to go on forever as their hands idly roamed, stroked and slid along each other. Finally they paused to catch their breath and lean against each other a moment.
“I love you,” he whispered against her ear.
She pulled back slightly, delighted, “Julian…” He ducked his head, which she promptly pulled back up to slam her lips against his, molding her body to his.
Bright light sneaked under the eyelids, dragging her out of her slumber. Blinking at the merrily dancing coloured rays of sunlight Sydney let her head loll to the side where she found Julian’s head turned towards her as he laid on his back next to her.
“Sleep well darling?”
She laughed breathily and rolled away from the bright light, “Excellently well.” Sleep began pulling at her eyelids again; a random thought occurring to her, “I really should’ve taken the time to have listened to your comprehensive offer.”
He chuckled and she lost the battle to keep her eyes open any longer.
“Go back to sleep my queen,” he whispered, bringing her hand to his mouth for a kiss.
She smiled faintly and sleepily mumbled, “Wake me when it’s time to go?”
“Certainly milady.”
His affectionate words chased her as she sank into pleasurable dreams.
When next she woke the room was bathed in yellow sunlight and she was alone in the enormous bed. Sitting up she glanced around the room then slid from the bed, her body feeling heavy. She started towards the bathroom, but only made it to the foot of the bed when a huge yawn overtook her. She held on to the post as she swayed and yawned. Blinking her eyes she looked over as the bathroom door opened.
“I was about to wake you darling.”
“Were you?” she mumbled, “Perhaps I should have stayed in bed then.” She stood where she was as he strode over to her, fully dressed.
“We have to go soon,” he chided her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck when he was close enough, “Remind me again why we’re in a hurry.” She kissed him and subtly drew him back alongside the bed.
“Darling,” he gasped as she continued to distract him with her mouth, “We really need to go and the sooner we leave the sooner we can return. So go get dressed before I toss you onto the bed and have my wicked way with you.”
She pulled back to saucily smile at him, “Is that a threat or a promise?”
He turned her towards the bathroom, soundly slapping her butt to send her on her way.
She jumped at the contact then tossed her hair over her shoulder, coyly watching him over her shoulder as she sashayed to the bathroom.
His eyes were riveted to the sway of her hips, dragging his eyes up her as she paused to leaning seductively against the bathroom doorframe. “I’ll be in the other room,” he roughly told her.
“I won’t keep you waiting long,” she breathed, slipping into the bathroom and affording him a last, long look of her naked form before shutting the door.
Letting out a breath he strode over to the other door and walked through, closing it firmly behind him. He nodded briskly at Misters Bristow and Flinkman sitting on the opposite side of the three suite’s common room. “Miss Bristow will be out shortly,” he evenly stated.
Smooth faced Jack nodded and turned back to Marshall, “Let’s go over your cover story one more time.”
The other man nervously bobbed his head and began repeating the story he’d been drilled in.
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