Mrs. Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 53

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF CHRISENDOM GIVES YOU THE DELUSION YOU MAY SPEAK TO ME -" Aunt Lisbeth began, 

"Ah." Jack interrupted her, 

"Don't you-"

"AH."

"Do not inter-"

"AH!" He snapped, "Or do you also need a firm smack on your backside to remember when you're being asked to do a simple task?" he threw back at her. "Apologize, or get. Out."

"I. Have. Nothing! TO APOLOGIZE FOR!"

"Then you are welcome to get the hell out of my hospital," He told her, "And we shall be striking you from the guest list of our wedding, any potential future events, and frankly, outright not welcome in whatever house we end up settling down in." 

"Bu-but-"

"And that includes any contact with your future, perfect great nieces and great nephews," he said. "So, if you are done. Have a nice day."

She yelled out in frustration, her voice sharp like the crack of a whip, as she slapped her ornate fan across his face. With a dramatic huff, she turned on her heel, her skirts billowing around her like storm clouds, and marched toward her carriage waiting patiently at the curb. 

"Honestly... you over-dramatized her. I thought she'd be WAY worse." He laughed, 

"That may have been the second sexiest thing you've ever done," I told him, 

"...Second?" he rasied an eyebrow. "I- I got to know what number one is."

"No. You will never know." I glared,

"Awwww come on! You can't tell me that wasn't the sexiest thing you've ever seen me do and then not tell me what is!" He complained, pulling me closer by my waist, 

"No!" I laughed, pushing him away and heading back up to his room, 

"Can I guess?" he asked, following behind me, 

"No." I laughed as I climbed the stairs, 

"... First time we had sex?"

"Not telling you."

"First day we met?"

"Nope"

"... I have a theory it was under the orange tree, am I right?"

"Jack, I'm not telling you."

"Ohh, come on!"

 "I am allowed my secrets." I laughed as we arrived back in his room,

"Fine." He sighed, "Then I am never telling you what the sexiest thing you've ever done is."

"Leaning on my bedpost in my nightie?"

His eyes widened, "Damn it!" 

"Really! I got it right?!" I laughed, 

"Yes..." he sighed,

"Adorable." I smiled sitting on the bed and immediately grimaced from how uncomfortable the bed was, 

"Can you blame me!" he smirked sitting down on the bed next to me, "You looked like a fucking greek goddess!" 

"I did?"

"You did, always do, my darling," he cooed, kissing my cheek. "So..."

"So?"

"This is... the first time you've ever been in my bed." He smirked, nuzzling his nose into my neck,

"Yes. And I do not like it..." 

"I'm sure I can take your mind off it." He smirked, kissing down my neck, 

"Shouldn't we head to see my father before my aunt murders him?"

"... I'm sure we have enough time for a little fun."