A murder in the mountains

Pie face

William and I had walked to the beach house three hours ago and now I am swimming in the water out side it. Now that the sun had been completely swallowed by the earth, the water had cooled down and was absolutely freezing, along with the bitter breeze above the surface, made a very difficult place to stay in.
Goosebumps prickled along my skin and a wave came in with cooler water. It was peaceful, just to lay in the water.
My hair swaying with the current and my body floating towards the shore with every wave.
The beach house is pretty small which according to William is because 'we can't be seen from above, the trees with cover us enough.'
Which was true, the trees did cover most of the small cottages roof.
The exterior of the cottage is like something out of the tale of red riding hood. The grandmothers dear little cottage.
And just to add to that, as soon as William and I entered the house we found fresh flowers on the table and cookies (still steaming) on the bench.
The cottage had, two bedrooms and a bathroom on the top level, a lounge, a kitchen and a small study on the ground level. And a tiny little armoury bellow ground level.
It doesn't look like something you would find at a beach but it protects the people inside more than any glass wall could.

William is inside making dinner, which according to him will 'excite you taste buds, and take you to a hole new level' I highly doubt this because of the amount of places I have been too that serve wonderful food.

"THE FOODS READY!" I can hear William yell from the shore.
I swim toward the shore and meet William there. "H-hey" I say shivering. He passes me a towel and I thank him.
Walking inside I make sure not to drip water onto the hard wood floor.
"Mhhhm, smells amazing" I say truthfully. The smell of ginger and chilli wafts through the air.
"Is that... ginger? I smell" I ask. The smells were so different to what I'm used to.
"Maybe, maybe not" he says neutrally.
I enter the kitchen a look into the steaming pot to find gravy.
"What's with the gravy?" I ask sneaking a taste of it with my finger. And might I say, it was amazing gravy.
"It goes with the mashed potato" he whispers in my ear making me shudder. His voice is husky when he whispers.
"Mashed potato?" I ask, arching my left eyebrow.

"Yep" he replies pushing me towards the dinning table that was set with forks and plates. The flowers in the centre of the table were deep red, cream white and warm grey colour.
Walking over to the table William brought three medium pots over, placing each in a row down the centre of the table.
The smell is delicious.
William lifted each lid off of the heavy pots revealing gravy, mashed potato as promised and steamed vegetables.
"Not exactly 'taking me to a whole new level'" I say quoting his previous words.
"Just you wait" he says and leaves once again, this time returning with a tray that let of the most magnificent smell I've ever experienced.

A pie with puff crust and and an X in the centre is placed on the table. The red and white striped circle ceramic tray is fogging up still getting used to the cooler outer temperature to the oven.
As Will placed the tray onto a wooden chopping board to protect the light grey sandalwood table.
With a mischievous smile William cut a slice out and placed it onto a white square plate with mashed potato, gravy and steaming vegetables.
With a thud the tall red head placed the plate in front of me. The smell is delightful and could take me to heaven instantaneously if it weren't for Wills enchanting eyes anchoring me, putting me into suspense to eat this master piece.
"Go ahead, try it" he said with a cheeky smirk, his blue crystal eyes daring me to not be amazed.
Taking the silverware in hand I cut a piece of pie out of my slice and placed it into my mouth.
Attempting to hold back a throaty moan my eyes rolled back in pleasure. Never have I ever tasted such graciousness in food. The chicken, chilli and some other ingredient I can't seem to figure out mixed so well my life felt complete.
"I told you it was amazing" he said, gloating.
"Th-This is, it's. Wow, This is amazing"
There is really no words to explains the deliciousness of this pie.
William chuckled and served himself.
He sat down across from me on the white chair.
Sitting in silence we finished our meals. I could no longer stand with out wanting to go to bed and I couldn't talk with out needing water.
Lifting me up, the well built, blue eyed man brought me up to a shower saying something about getting the sand off my feet and the salt out of my hair. Nodding softly I agreed to a shower, so he turned on the water to a warm but refreshing heat.
With the water trickling down my body William left the bathroom telling me to get undressed and he'll bring me some clothes.
I finally have a chance and I look around the bathroom. It is rather large with a small spa, double shower, large sink and bench space. The tiles are large and grey going all the way up to the pristine white ceiling with a hanging glass light. The bench is a dull white almost grey colour with darker cabinets below, the spa had matching tiles the the wall, as did the floor.
I have now stopped inspecting the bathroom and I am undressing myself. Peeling off my leggings I saw two bruises of what the cause was I do not know. My top came off next revealing my black undergarments. Slipping these off I washed them and hung them on a heated towel rack to dry, I wasn't small chested but I like to down play my 12D bowls of jelly that is forever attached to my chest.
The glass of the shower has fogged up but I can see the blurred colour of William placing clothes into the counter top.

"There's clothes just here" he says and leaves.
I jump out , or more I carefully place my feet on the ground out side the shower carefully to make sure I don't fall and brake my spine.
On the bench lay black oversized joggers, white t-shirt and black woolly socks. Grabbing my now dry undergarments I slip them on along with every thing else.
I walk out of the bathroom and into a hall way with two doors. Presumably the bedrooms. Walking down the stairs to my right I am presented with yet again a shirt less William, alas this time he is asleep. Checking the clock above the fireplace I see that it is just passed eleven and I am beginning to feel drowsy.
I throw a pillow at Will for him to wake up but he doesn't, I throw another.
No reaction.
I throw three more with no more than I slight change in breathing.
I tip toe up to him and place my head right next to his ear,
"WILLIAM!" Screaming as loud as I can in his ear. He shoots up but then relaxes as he sees me laughing my head off doubling over and almost fall into the floor.

"Alright, alright, knock it off" he said grabbing by my waist and throwing me over his shoulder. "You are going to bed" he says walking up the stairs and dropping me onto one of the beds in one of the bedrooms. As soon as my head hit the pillow I began drifting off and just before I am enveloped in darkness I hear William whisper "goodnight pie face"

A/N: IM BACK BITCHES!! Happy Easter!!!! Btw Im in Australia hence the bra size guys.
Sooooooo did ya miss me?? It's holidays so that means I will hopefully finish this book soon and you can finish it in piece but I worn you shit is bout to go down.

Adios my lovely pie faces.
~Larin