Would You Be Mine?

A Confrontation and A Proposal

Edith was already awake, thinking about Lucille and the night before, when the arm around her waist tightened, drawing her closer to the warm, naked body behind her. She felt Thomas' lips against the back of her neck and along her shoulder.

Ignoring the revelation from Lucille the night before, Edith focused her attention on the man who had put more than a smile on her face during the night.

And she had certainly done much more than smile.

She had moaned, begged and screamed, all under Thomas' touch until they had collapsed, both exhausted and sated, feeling nothing but contentment after their love-making.

"Thomas," Edith giggled, "are you not wary after last night?"

Thomas merely smirked and continued kissing along her shoulder as his fingers trailed down her back and over the curve of her bottom until they were between her legs, massaging back and forth until he could feel she was wet.

He lined himself up and, holding onto her hip, slowly pushed himself in until Edith hissed, still sore from their last session, but it was a pleasurable pain. She fisted the bedsheet in her hand and pushed her bottom back to meet Thomas' hips, grinding against him.

Thomas moved slowly as he thrusted deep into Edith, forcing a moan to escape her mouth each time he did. He reached up and threw the covers off of them both, unashamedly watching her body react before grasping her by the hip again.

"Harder," Edith whimpered as she moved her hand to grasp Thomas' thigh, her nails digging into his skin.

Lucille groaned as she buried her head under her pillow.

She wasn't sure what was worse, the thumping in her head or the thumping of the bed down the hall. Both left a foul taste in her mouth.

She sat up and instantly regretted it. She gingerly massaged her temple.

Just how much did she drink and how did she get into bed and in her nightgown?

A shiver ran through her.

What if it was Thomas?

She shivered again thinking his hands would have been over her body, undressing her before placing her nightgown on her. Knowing he must have seen her naked made her body tingle.

Lucille smiled at the thought.

Perhaps waking up under the weather due to her self-inflicted behaviour was not so bad after all?

She noted the thumping had ceased from Thomas' room and Lucille grimaced, knowing full well what they had been up to. She groaned as she flung the covers off and stood up from her bed. Slipping on her dressing gown and slippers, Lucille decided a decent breakfast would be in order. She quickly braided her hair before leaving her room and heading down to the kitchen.

As she descended the staircase, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She realised what day it was.

The full moon was due that very evening.

She continued walking down the stairs.

Tonight she would be rid of Edith once and for all.

Thomas and Edith laid together, a tangle of arms and legs, their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Thomas nuzzled Edith's temple before placing a gentle kiss, causing a sigh to escape from Edith.

She was debating with herself internally as to whether or not to ask Thomas about Lucille's confession he was not her brother.

"I can hear you," Thomas said before smiling.