Cold All the Way Through, But Warming

On the Precipice of Dawn

AN: There will be a two week hiatus after this chapter. I am travelling to the UK for a week and will more than likely have massive jet lag after so will be taking a break for the week I'm there and the week after. Not abandoning the story in the slightest, there's much more coming.

Will woke up with his arms around his wife, she was warm and soft and utterly exhausted after last night. He had made her scream last night, even though she had obviously been trying to be quiet. But after he'd teased her to her heights once he'd bent her over onto all fours and taken her from behind. She was never quiet during that and had cursed him after. The curses had subsided when he had brought back a wet rag to wipe her down, but it was obvious she was still rather miffed with him and his actions the day before.

He nuzzled her ear, watching her eyes flicker open. "Good morning, love."

Ana groaned, "You're horrible."

"You didn't think so last night, in fact you thought quite the opposite."

"Oh I thought that last night and told you, you just didn't listen."

He nipped at her ear, "Keep talking like that and I won't bring you breakfast."

An eyebrow raised. "Breakfast?"

"Scones, with butter and honey."

"Here?"

Will grinned against her shoulder, "I'll let our guest know that you won't be joining him for breakfast at the table."

"You're still horrible."

"And what if I bring you cocoa with the scones?"

She sighed, turning to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

Will slid his arms from around her, reluctant to let go of her even though he knew he would be back. He fumbled his way into his trousers, the suspenders hanging loose as he pulled the blackout curtains back, allowing the normal curtains to let in the muted morning light. He glanced to the office when he exited the bedroom, seeing the door open.

He made sure to have a smug grin on his face as he came downstairs, seeing Oscar sitting at the table with a steaming mug in front of him. He looked to Will, wincing. "Was that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Will shrugged, turning for the kitchen and collecting what he needed for Ana's breakfast on a tray. Thank God for Ruth ensuring that they had plenty of everything. Will was glad Oscar couldn't see his face, "Ana won't be coming down for breakfast, she's a bit exhausted after yesterday."

"You mean after what you did to her last night." Oscar huddled more over his coffee, "Again, that was not needed. You know I would never do anything."

Will set the tray down gently before he lost his temper, "Forgive me for being angry that you forced my wife into kissing you."

"I didn't force her!"

Will set the filled kettle down on the stove, letting it warm while he stalked over to Oscar. By God, for a moment he hated that man. He hated his classically handsome features, his brown curls that were perfectly tousled even though he had just woken up, the way he glared at him. Oscar was everything he wasn't; young, handsome, and free from duty. Will wasn't fool enough to think that any besides Ana found him good looking, he knew he was plain. But to have this man sit here in his house, having forced his wife into something, it galled him. "Oscar, you know she cares about you. Ana would do anything to make sure you stayed safe, and you knew that. Were there even men following you or did you just ask her to do that so you could finally kiss her?"

Oscar stood, "There were men following me, and I have kissed your wife a great many times before she even met you, you know."

Will grabbed him by his shirtfront, "What Ana did before we married doesn't matter Oscar, I don't care that you kissed her then," But he did, oh he did. He cared that Oscar had put his hands on his wife, his lips on hers, that he had pursued her. "But you kissed my wife, knowing she was mine."