Mrs. Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 50

I ushered Jack up to his little room being rather surprised by the state in which my future husband lives but, Now was not the time for interior comments! 

I made him strip down and give himself a wash in the sink, as much as he needed a bath we didn't have bathing kinda time. And I dug around his wardrobe looking for clothes decent enough to use to present him to Aunt Lisbeth... simple to say but I was not doing so well. 

"Do you own anything that isn't stained with blood and... mystery?"

"Uuuhh..." He hummed at the sink, "Well..."

"The fact it's taking you this long to answer me, Jack, means the answer is no."

"Yeah... it's no." He nodded, "What do you expect darling? I do a very dirty job." 

"yes, and you're a very dirty boy."

"Humm indeed I am darling." He smirked coming over and kissing my neck, 

"Jack!" I laughed pushing him away, "Clean. Go." 

"Fine." he groaned going back to the sink, "Maybe once we get married you can get me some nice clean and fancy clothes." 

"Perhaps." I chuckled, "But, I know what you'll have to do with them."

"Oh?" he smirked again, 

"Yep, the moment you arrive home to our little house. You will take your clothes off so I can immediately get them washed before all the stains seep into the fabric."

"So you'll be stripping me at the front door will you, darling?" he laughed,

"...not like that."

"I think it'll be like that." he smirked, "You'll just have me walking the house naked."

"I'd give you house clothes."

"Yeah sure you will,"

"Here," I told him as I laid out his clothes on the bed, they were the best I could find so it would have to do. 

"Thank you, darling," He cooed coming and wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek, 

"You really sleep on this thing?" I asked,

"Mhm," he mumbled into my neck, 

"Seems uncomfortable..."

"Oh it is." he nodded, "It is far less comfortable than your bed, but I make do."

"Do you?"

"Umm." He cooed, "I just dream I'm laid in bed with you." 

"Aww very cute." I cooed, "Well, maybe we can sneak you into my bed more often."

"Yeah?" he smirked, "That sounds perfect," 

"Clothes," I told him, 

"Alright, Alright." He chuckled, "Pushy wife today." he smirked grabbing his clothes, 

"Not your wife yet." 

"I know, I'm just getting used to calling you that." He smiled as he began getting dressed,

I did my best to help make him look as presentable as possible, 

"So? Who is this aunt Lisbeth anyway?"

"she's my aunt."

"...yes I figured that out, darling,"

"she's my mother's sister," I explained, "married to a tailor who clawed his way up in the world, mostly because she forced him."

"I'm sure she's not that bad," he laughs,

"...My uncle Harwin used to own a single haberdashery shop in Southwark, now he's the head tailor to Victoria's children." 

"Victoria..." He grimaced before it clicked, "- The fucking Queen!" 

"Yes," I sighed,

"God damn..." He gasped, "Can I meet, him? I think he'd be far more interesting to talk to."

"He probably would but I haven't seen him since I was three so." I shrug,

"So other than her being more ambitious than Lady Macbeth what else do I need to know?"

"she hates everyone. Everything." I nodded fixing his hair, "And had a young sharper than half your scalpels,"

"...Honestly that's not hard my scalpels are pretty blunt." He nodded, "I need to sharpen them actually... thank you for reminding me, darling." He smiled kissing my cheek, 

"That's what you take from that? Jack, I swear your mind wanders off like a dog without a lead."

"I can't help it, you're too pretty to focus on anything else."

"Hands."

He held out his hands for me so I checked them over, "Ughh good enough,"

"I scrubbed for ages."

"Yes, but I think it's just your skin now."

"Thanks." 

"You know what I mean," 

"My loving fiance indeed."

"I'm just trying to save you from being insulted."

"...You think I'm not insulted on a daily basis anyway? sneed is a dick."

"I gathered." I nodded giving his hair one more fix, "Are you ready?"

"...As I'll ever be." he nodded straightening his jacket, "How do I Look, darling?"

"...reasonable."

"Oh."

I rolled my eyes, "Very handsome." I smiled kissing him,

"That's better," 

"Now let's go, she hates being kept waiting," I nodded taking his arm, "No politics, no opinions, no chat back, no comments, speak only when spoken too, and don't do the thing."

"What thing?"

"You know what I mean. The face Jack."

"... It's my face," 

"You know the one I mean when you're being all judgy."

"Fine." he sighed, "No judgy face I promise." 

"Thank you."

"And what do I get is I do good?"

"... Twenty minuets. With this body. Anything you want." 

"...Anything!"

"Anything."

"Why are we still here lets go!" he squeezed my hand and quickly dragged me out his room with him,