Be Mine - Thomas Sharpe X Reader (Erotica)

An Elopement

So in spite of the impromptu nature of Thomas' marriage proposal, his cleaver mind is capable of formulating a quick and efficient plan.

I can see his thoughts have gone into overdrive, as we sit down to lunch at the tea rooms. Between each mouthful, he hastily explains his idea to me, whilst even more hastily eating only a small amount of the food we've been served.

"We must elope I'm afraid." He says, with an apologetic half-smile. "There's nothing else for it. And as it is already late in the day, I must make haste and attend to matters."

I almost spit tea out at him in shock. "You mean you intend for us to set off today?"

"Yes. I'd much rather we be married as soon as possible. If you've no objections that is."

"So what will we do? Are you going to break the news to Lucille before we--"

"Break the news to Lucille?" He parrots, looking suitably horrified. "Certainly not. I'd just as sooner break my own nose. And she's so tempestuous she'd more than likely do it for me if I were to tell her."

I blink at him, bewildered. "But how will you collect your things? Won't you need them?"

"Not desperately enough to warrant me going back. No. Lucifer himself couldn't induce me to go back there."

"Lucille might though." I say worriedly. "She's fiercer than any devil could ever be, though I see how the two might be mistaken for one another. Their names do share the first four letters."

"Perhaps he's a distant relative." Thomas muses sardonically, which makes me smile.

"That's not possible. If he's related to her that would mean he's also related to you. And you're too angelic to share his bloodline."

"Lucifer was a fallen angel." He points out, darkly.

A strange sort of silence falls over the table, and he appears momentarily lost to his thoughts. Melancholic thoughts by the looks of things, as his face looks grave. Troubled. Almost...haunted.

It unsettles me so greatly I feel compelled to break the silence, yet I can't bring myself to ask him what's wrong. It's as if intuitively, I feel I might not like the answer if he were to tell me.

I cough gently, clearing my throat. "So, we're going to Gretna Green?" I ask, my feelings equal parts shock and excitement.

He gives a small nod, and the somber-look instantly lifts, as if he's shaken off his melancholia as if it were nothing more than a dusting of flour on his shoulders. "That is our only option. There isn't time to gain your parents consent to the union, and the marriage laws in England strictly prevent you from marrying me without their express permission."

Oh my. This is all escalating so quickly and becoming scarily real.

"And we definitely have to leave today?"

"Regrettably. We don't exactly have much choice."

I take another sip of my sweet tea, abandoning my food due to loss of appetite. I find myself feeling much too anxious and excited to eat.
"Are we going to take the stage coach?"

"Heavens, no. I shall make enquiries at the railway station." He pushes back his chair and stands. "Wait here for me and try to eat a little more. I have some business to take care of at the bank, but I'll be as quick as I can."