Rafe Sadler one shots

An Empty House

I smiled feeling the warm spring morning sun against my face, I held the thick embroidered curtains having slightly pulled them apart to peek out the window overlooking the garden, the sweet flowers blooming and blossoming on the trees in the garden of the house with birds and bee's about their morning business in the sweet light. I moved back from the little windows shutting the curtain again, and stepped back on the cold wooden floor. I looked across the wood-lined room the heavy curtains to my side, the fireplace taking up most of the wall with various items lingering on the mantle. The fire dying out the glow low and barely enough to light the back of the fireplace, the logs well battled and were torn so much so they almost completely fell apart. Against the closest wall sat the large wooden bed the same curtains from the windows on the bed put not pulled at all, the sweet dark green and grey sheets across the bed however muddled by the body that lays in the bed. I found it impossible to prevent my giggles knowing the inside of this room was something I was not suppose to have seen let alone be stood inside it. My father would likely have me executed he knew I stood here behind a locked door. 

I carefully stepped across the wooden floor being gentle and slow as to make sure my barefeet would not cause the wooden floor to creak below me, I moved closer holding my small blanket shawll around my shoulders leaning on the wooden bedpost while a smile. 

I looked across the large bed with the messed white covers of cotton with a few small buttons and embridodery, the green covers over top. The thin body laid within the covers legs spread and body cosy in the bed his head against the pillow his arms close to the pillow too. His white cotton shirt against his skin his sleaves down to his wrists but without ruffles and such like mostly due to his work always with quill and paperwork in hand, I use to say you could always spot a business boy as the ruffles at their wrists would always have ink, his shirt loosely laced close to his chest. I giggled and slipped off my shawll leaving it on the floor. 

"Good Morning" I cooed 

He began to stir and shift in bed "Uuummmm" he grumbled and groaned "Good Morning" he slowly opened his eyes immediately his smile curved up as he looked over me "Hello"

"Hello" I smiled carefully stepping over as I did he shifted slightly to be laid on his back and pushed away his covers until his hips where exposed with only his cotton laced trousers to conceal him, I smiled and held my nightie enough I could climb onto his lap sitting my weight on his hips which he happily smiled widely too often shifting his hips a little until we both sat comfortably and I gently stroked his shirt him often playing with the lace of my nightie or with my fingers 

"What time is it?" he asked

"Just beyond half past nine" I giggled

"I shouldn't still be in bed" he says trying to sit up but I stopped him and pusdhed him down into his matress

"The journey you've been on these last few months knowone could blame you for needing a day or two to rest Rafe"

"I fear I might be coming down with something"

"Likely all the riding in the rain" 

"I Imagine so. god knows I've hardly rested in days"

"You have not rested all these days, so it makes sense you'll need your rest" 

"True, I think I've had enough now" he says "You shouldn't be here" He whispered 

"why not?" I smiled 

"You know the sort of trouble we'd both be in if someone found us like this" 

"What sort of trouble?"

"Umm well your father would first of course cast me out as his ward, toss me from this place, send me home to my father, where I could only lay in wait for one of your father's spies to come and posion me" He chuckled 

"That seems likely, but what would happen to me?"

"I don't know what would happen to you?"

"Well my father would be utterly furious, he'd demand I tell him off all my secrets and for that I'd likely get a spanking, then be stuck from the house and family left to the gutter" 

"I suppose he would if you told him all our secrets" He cooes "You shouldn't be here."

"Father has taken Gregory with him to meet with the chancelor won't be back till sunday" I giggled 

"Has he? And Ritchard?"

"With them." 

"Joan and the maids?"

"Sent home, I promised I could look after the house for a few days" 

"Really? An empty House?" He smirked moving his hands to my hips gently stroking my body though the nightie 

"An empty house, all our own" I smiled leaning down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss he happily and egarly kissed back even in his tried state passioantely kissing me clearly all our time apart had simply wound him tighter and now he was desperate for his release, till we each pulled back I giggled 

"I have missed you so very much, traveling makes one feel so very lonsome"

"Well you had many options of company on your travels"

"Options of company?" he chuckled "Ahh yes, my left hand or the right? neither of which are even subject when compared to you" 

"You have coin with you, my father pays your expenses I'm sure he pays enough for you to take company" 

"I could that's true but why would I bother so throw coin onto an unwilling little whore for a night of company. When I could however torutuous wait impatiently to return to my angel where I can spend the evening utterly in passion" he cooes stroking up and down my nightie I smiled and gently moved my hand to my nightie tugging at the ribbons ties lossening my nightie until it fell down from my shoulders exposing them utterly to him "Rare is it that I get to witness your heavenly body in such sweet light let alone day light, so often I have only to see you wrapped in shalls that can quickly be returned, or only to feel in the utter darkness and only the slight sight in the flickering nervous candlelight too afraid to light more incase your father or brother are out walking in the night and see my light on" He explained "May I My angel?" He cooes stroking my nightie 

"You may my darling" I smiled leaning down to kiss him again helping as we kissed to slip off my nightie completly.