As the couple crept up the stairs, Adalyn checked on Esme who so happened to be sleeping soundly in a bliss. As the couple reunited in their room Thomas already in bed awaiting a worn out Adalyn.
Adalyn changed into her night wear, Thomas being left with the sight of shadows dancing behind the privacy panel leaving all to the imagination.
Moments later Adalyn emerged, and crawled into bed.
"Thomas, do you ever think I mean did it, cross your mind that perhaps that man was affiliated with Ismay? You know the one from tonight?"
"Well dear I must admit it has crossed my mind, I know we love this place but we may want to consider the possibility of relocating for a bit?"
Adalyn was quiet then let you a sigh seemingly conflicted.
"Well seeings as I'm not longer in delicate condition I'm sure the move would be easier on us. How long are you thinking we'd leave for? I wouldn't want to leave our home for too long."
Adalyn gazing up at Thomas with those big doe eyes he had always adored.
"No longer in delicate condition, my dear what a foolish thing to say! I believe your more delicate then a kite in a hurricane! But that's part of the reason I love you. I remember so clearly watching you feed those two horses while I boarded. I was looking for you around every corner just hoping to finally meet with you and then, there you were admiring my work nothing less then the grand stair case, and catching you in my arms was by far the most exciting and now here we are, a lovely wedded couple a beautiful daughter, and two horses. I never regret buying that seat next to you I would have emptied my pockets just to be next to you."
Adalyn flushed her pale complexion completely rose.
"Well dear now you have me-."
Before she could finish Thomas scooped her up and straddled her on his lap. The intense and desperate eye contact broke with Adalyn pushing Thomas between her body and the bed frame, her small body rocking back with his, as the fiery couple engulfed with passion. The rain pelted the window Thomas blew the candles out as they became desperate for each other.
Happy weekend! Small fluff chapter ;)
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A tale of the titanic with Thomas Andrews
Historical FictionPerhaps the most grand ship of them all, with the gravest ending. But perhaps this story has a twist? Come aboard with myself Adalyn and jump back into 1912, where women would be dolled up to the tens, and you wouldn't find a man with a video game a...
