Part 24
They must have fallen asleep. Caroline woke and saw it was 11 O clock. Her stomach was reminding her reproachfully that she'd not eaten since lunch time so she carefully disengaged herself from John's arms and padded out to the kitchen.
Thanks to the aga it was warm and cosy in there and she took a moment before opening the fridge to indulge in a blessed memory of the wonderful lovemaking she'd shared with her John.
'Would that angelic smile be anything to do with me ?' John slid his arms around her.
' Fishing for compliments? You know very well it is'. She turned and kissed him tenderly.
'I was getting something to eat, Why don't you get us some champagne and Ill sort the food out'.
John poured out 2 glasses of bubbles and Caroline put 2 plates on the table between them. One with 2 slices of bread and butter and the other with strips of turkey and vegetables.
'I was so right to marry a woman who can cook', John sighed with a wicked twinkle in his eye. 'Just as well too as my wife seems intent on wearing me out'.
A sliver of turkey hit him on the chest. 'I haven't noticed any complaints or attempts to fight me off yet'. Caroline grinned.
'You won't be hearing any either'. John smiled.
'In fact', he lifted her up and carried her towards the stairs. 'Come to bed with me and I'll let you in on my scheme to wear you out'.
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New Years Eve arrived. Sparthwaite manor was buzzing with activity as the marquee was delivered and erected. Phyllis and her WI brigade had commandeered the kitchen and the 'Masters at Arms' were setting up in the marquee to do a stint at the party and for Danny to do his DJ-ing.
John had called on Simone and asked her to take Caroline out for a few hours. ' She's driving me mad', he explained. ' She says she feels like a 'spare dinner' and ought to be doing things.'
This was the first party Caroline had not had to stage manage and organise herself. John had been adamant that for this one occasion at least she should be allowed to play Lady of the Manor leaving the work to other hands.
Simone and Henry came around to whisk Caroline, Freddy and Charley off for a long walk.
The party was due to start at 8 o'clock and the 3 boys would be staying with grandparents for the night so Simone got her posse back at 5:30 so that Caroline had time for a bath and serious pampering session.
' This is yours and Johns night.' Simone told her, 'so you take the opportunity to knock everyone's eyes out'.
Charley and Freddy went off with Andy's parents, slightly bemused by all the to-ing and fro-ing in their home and Caroline settled at last into the luxury of pampering herself.
A red satin basque with sheer black stockings looked tastefully sexy and when she slid into her new dress and shrug the effect astounded her. She'd curled her hair and piled it up onto her head, breaking up her long neck with her great grandmother's necklace.
Black stilettos finished the outfit off.
She rarely looked in a mirror except briefly to brush and tie up her hair or apply make up.
Tonight she kept stealing glances at herself. Twisting to get different angles. Shaking her head and laughing at her own vanity she headed towards the stairs. Stopping a little nervously as she heard the voices from down bellow.
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Yorkshire Lady
FanfictionAn AU John Standring story featuring The Sweet Lad as a gardener.