Seventeen year old Elizabeth took Edmund's hand, pulling him deeper and deeper into the forest.
"Lizzie slow down" Edmund laughed at her as they pushed past all of the low hanging trees and tall plants.
"Come one, your soooooo boring. Let's explore" Elizabeth smiled excitedly. Elizabeth let go of his hand and ran off ahead, out of sight from Edmund.
"Lizzie! Lizzie this isn't funny! Where are you!?" He called out. He spotted her, behind some bushes, her back to him. Edmund snuck up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her to him.
"You found me" she smiled, holding him close to her.
"I just followed the object of all my desires and it led me to you" Edmund smirked into her neck, kissing it.
"Oh! Edmund look!" Elizabeth exclaimed, moving out of his touch and even further into the woods.
"Lizzie will you just wait for me, please" Edmund groaned, following after her.
"Look!" She exclaimed excitedly, pointing at a house, buried under ivy and trees.
"I wonder how long it's been here" Edmund walked towards the house.
"Now you want to explore" Elizabeth sighed, following him onto the porch.
Edmund managed to force the door open wide enough for them both to get through. They walked from room to room, hand in hand, in silence.
"It's amazing!" Elizabeth beamed.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" He agreed "You look beautiful in it" he smiled at her.
"This should be our home" she took his hands in hers.
"What do you mean?"
"We should rebuild it. Me and you. And one day we'll fill it with children and they'll play outside on a swing and read our favourite books on the porch" Elizabeth smiled brightly.
"Only if the children look as beautiful as you" he smiled, kissing her gently.
"As long as any sons we have, we teach them to adore women that want to smash society and it's view of women" She smiled brightly.
"Agreed, my darling" Edmund kissed her again, this time lingering longer.
"So. This is going to be our home one day" Elizabeth held him at arm's length.
"Yes"
"We should christen it" Elizabeth smiled mischievously, pulling him closer.
"Why my dear Miss Vance, you've read my mind" he smirked, kissing her.
"Help me christen our house, future husband" she smirked, pulling at his shirt buttons.
"Gladly, my darling future wife" he smirked, pulling at the buttons on the back of her dress.
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Catching Mr Ripper
عاطفيةA crime that stumped them all. A fearless inspector. A coroner fighting gender bias. Follow as they try to solve one of the most shocking cases in history. Follow as they try to discover who the ripper is but also who they are along the way.
