Not So Alone ~ Enola Holmes x Viscount Tewksbury

Getting it Over With

I woke up to find Tewky laying on the floor next to the couch. I hurriedly threw a pillow at him. Unfortunately, it was very delicate so it burst into feathers as it hit his torso.

"I guess I'll have to replace that," I sighed.

"Be careful, Enola! We aren't staying here for long," Tewksbury chastised. Was it just me or did he get more gorgeous everyday?

"Typical, Tewky," I giggled. I rolled out of bed and prepared two omelets for each of us.

As our meal came to a close, Tewky asked me, "So, what do you want to do today? I know you aren't going to let me out of sight."

"Hey!" I chuckled as a hit him with my napkin. I took a sip of milk and he leaned over the table.

"You've got a little something on your lip."

I wiped my mouth, blushing madly at our limited distance. This time, it was Tewksbury who made the first move.

Up and about, out of his chair, he kissed me. So passionately that I couldn't feel a thing. But, I was enjoying it. So, naturally, I kissed back.

After a minute or so, we stopped for oxygen.

"We both know you like me," smiled Tewky.

"Mhmm."

"But you don't know that I like you just the same. Maybe even more."

"Ooh, I like more."

"So, why don't we just, you know, get it over with?"

"Get it over with?" I gasped as he started to move closer... and closer... and closer...

His lips crashed against mine. We were getting it over with.

Our lips moved in harmony and soon enough, he asked permission to enter my mouth. Permission granted! Our tongues twisted and I could feel Tewky grinning.

Oh, how I enjoyed it! We moved to the bed. It's not what you think. We were just heatedly kissing on a hotel bed in Sand Hills Motel. Yeah, no biggie.

There came a knock at the door. We stopped, our faces were still flushed but hotter than ever.

I looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just the motel maid.

I unlocked the door and let her in.

"You ordered some lunch, am I right?" The woman's small nametag read Mafalda Bridgeworth. She looked familiar...

"Um, ma'am I think I recognize your name from somewhere. Do I know you, by any chance?"

"Oh, no, dearie. I think you are mistaking me for Mafalda Brooklyn, that famous author."

"Oh!" But then it dawned on me. Her name was on a wanted poster in London.

Just as she raised her gun, I bellowed, "Tewksbury, watch out!"

Mafalda fired.

Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilweather fell to the ground.

Ooh, cliffhanger!