#LoveScenes (R18 Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson fanfic Discontinued)

CHAPTER TWELVE: BLOODrose

As the elevator doors closed, Jamie realised that Dakota had adapted Captain Lawrence Oates' forlorn last words to his companions on the South polar expedition, "I am just going outside and may be some time."

Her words pricked his conscience. Why did she feel bad after rejecting him? Exasperated, Jamie ran his fingers through his unruly hair. There was no time to lose. He walked to the table where Dakota had laid out a sumptuous lunch. He picked the centrepiece of the colourful seasonal bouquet arrangement on the table, a long stemmed, perfectly blossomed, blood red rose with delicate petals.

Jamie carefully removed the sharpened thorns from the green stem. He run up the stairs leaping up several at a time until he arrived on the second floor in time to see Dakota exit the elevator.

He stretched out the rose dramatically, "This reminded me of something you said a while back."

There was a glimmer of a smile dancing at the edge of her lips. For a man who was so reserved, how did Jamie get her from one extreme emotion to another? Dakota accepted the rose Jamie extended to her. Their fingers touched causing a low electric current of arousal to pass from her finger tips to the rest of her body. "Is this rose a symbol of your throbbing desire," she smiled at Jamie's ironic quote.

If only she knew why he chose a blood red rose. "It's that naughty tongue of yours that gets me every time lassie," he teased light heartedly.

"Is that what you want, dirty talk," she retorted.

"Not yet," he smiled cryptically, "let me give you a hand to the bedroom." Most women Jamie knew preferred the comfort of their own bed to that of a prospective lover's.

Dakota whooped startled and delighted by Jamie's strength when he carried her as if she weighed nothing. She could feel the rippling of his muscles against her body. Jamie carried her like a bridegroom carrying his bride over the threshold, into her bedroom before gently sitting her at the edge of the king sized four poster bed with white netted material swirling from one bed post to the other. Jamie pulled up a leather arm chair so he was sitting directly opposite her.

He sighed, "Are you really a virgin, I suppose what I'm asking is whether your hymen is intact," he asked sounding as patient as he could.

"Yes Jamie. If you were to penetrate me there, you would rapture my hymen."

"How come, when you've been in long term and healthy relationships," he was polite enough not to ask about the sexual activity he had heard coming from her film trailer. He had had meals with Dakota accompanied by her ex-boyfriends Jordan Masterson and Matt Hitt respectively. Men were attracted to Dakota and she was never in-between boyfriends long.

"You experienced BDSM in sex dungeons with others before you did what you learnt to me in the Red Room. I wanted you to experience being with a virgin. To do it with me so that scene performance is as authentic as the other scenes when re-filmed," she was like a child that looked forward to Christmas all year only to find their gift to a loved one had been tossed aside. "You and I could make that scene truly ours."

"And how did you pull that off, becoming a virgin I mean?"

"I had procedures to have my 'down there' reduced to its pre-sexual activity size and a new hymen reattached on the inside. I had the vaginoplasty and hymenorrhaphy surgical procedures."

He was stunned. Jamie knew about the procedures from when he used to visit his obstetrician-gynaecologist father, Professor Jim Dornan at work.

Dakota was content to have her first reaction of the Red Room be when he was filmed showing it to her. She was obviously feeling left out that he learned BDSM practices with others before re-enacting what he learned from the sex dungeons on her in the Red Room. She had had surgical procedures on her body so he could finally experience sleeping with a virgin before the scene was re-filmed. "I'm quite frankly flummoxed, how do you expect me to respond to that bombshell?"