He Followed Me Home

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Saturday dawned bright and warm. Francine woke when the sunlight through the blinds hit her eyelids. She snuggled up deeper into the warm cocoon of Wyatt's arms and felt her body tingle and heat at the feel of his long, well muscled body pressed against her back. They had fallen asleep curled up together naked but she found that he hadn't been lying when he had said that anytime he went to sleep and woke up he was back in his full union soldier getup, weapons and all. His arms tightened around her and she smiled when he cupped one of her tiny breasts in his large callous covered hand.

"Good morning, Franny," he whispered, his warm breath washing over her neck and shoulder.

"Good morning." she replied, suddenly feeling shy.

"There's no cappuccino waiting on you this morning," he said, his lips brushing across her shoulder blade. Francine trembled as she turned in his arms and snuggled up against him. She shifted uncomfortably when the wool fabric of his jacket caused her skin to itch and his saber scabbard dug into her leg.

"This uniform is a pain in the ass," she said and he nodded in agreement. She laid her hand on his cheek and ran her thumb over the cleft in his chin. " All I need is you." she said softly, the words were corny and cliché but that didn't make them any less true.

"And all I need is you. Forever, Franny. I love you."

"I want you forever too," Francine replied, surprised that she was so sure of that fact so quickly.

"I wish I could marry you, Franny. You know I would if I could, don't you?"

Francine was surprised when she felt no urge to tell the man he was crazy. She had not ever thought about marriage with any other man she had ever been with. She had only known Wyatt for a little over a week but already she knew that with him it was different. She would marry him today if they could.

"Casper?! Where's breakfast?" Janice's voice carried in to them from the living room. "Francine, where's Casper? I'm hungry!"

"Did you forget how to cook your own breakfast?" Francine hollered back.

"Yes," Janice replied simply. "Where is he?"

"He's in here with me," Francine replied as she threw the covers off of herself and sat up.

"That's a sight a man could definitely get used to." Wyatt said with awe as his eyes scanned her slender back.

Francine blushed and pulled on her robe as she stood, "What's he doing in there!?" Janice asked with a whine. "Bringing you your daily cup of coffee?"

"No... um....he's...." Francine stammered.

Janice burst out laughing, "You dirty little tramp!" she exclaimed as she came bursting around the corner and through the door.

Wyatt stood from the bed and smiled with amusement when Francine turned a shade so red he was sure he could have fried up an egg on her forehead, "I am not a tramp!" she exclaimed. Her curls were sticking out in all directions and she had the look of a very satisfied woman this morning. All in all Wyatt was damn proud of the way she looked. It had been one hundred and fifty years since he'd had a woman but he hadn't lost it.

"You had ghost sex," Janice wiggled her eyebrows. "Kinky," she added with a wink. Wyatt didn't know what kinky meant but judging by the look on Francine's face it was a good thing.

"I'll go start breakfast," Wyatt said and he slipped around Janice and out of the room.

"Is he gone?" Janice asked when she saw Francine relax.