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She thought, or she hoped, that would be the end of his outburst and that he would allow them to enjoy their food in peace and perhaps forget about what he had said but it was clear that he had no intentions of letting it go. What made matters worse was that he had planned to keep himself lubricated with alcohol for the duration and their meal and probably well into the night.

Lillian looked up at him when he started to speak, indicating that he found something funny. She raised her eyebrow as if to ask what he could possibly find so funny and that was when he seemed to jab the proverbial knife further into her chest. She swallowed hard and shook her head before placing her hand on the table before her as if to steady herself.

“You [i cannot] buy me. I have no interest in your money and I certainly don’t have any man lined up when you leave! I’ve had enough of this.” She pushed against the table so that she could push her chair back and she found her feet. “Just because you are incapable of feelings or even caring about anyone other that yourself doesn’t mean you have to hurt everyone around you.” She said simply and quietly so that no one other that Frederick could hear her. Lillian made sure her anger was clear in her voice before moving away from the table.

As she made her way back towards the room she found the waitress and asked if her food could be sent up to her room. Rather than drawing attention to her argument with Frederick and told her that she simply had a headache and felt as though she needed the quiet to recover. She didn’t spare a look for Frederick then, instead simply made her way to their room and locked the door behind her before letting out a frustrated groan as she made her way over to the bed.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 9d 17h 21m 1s
Frederick could have calmed down if the waitress hadn’t walked over just as he had closed his mouth long enough to breathe. Although he had been staring at the menu with an intensity that suggested he had been evaluating every item with a critic’s eye, he had in fact, been staring at the words without registering what they meant. Freddie didn’t look at Lillian as she ordered her food, instead, he simply smiled at the waiter and ordered two of whatever Lillian had ordered and a whiskey.

“I don’t want to see my glass empty.” He joked, though the lightness to his voice was forced and to someone who knew him better they would hear the anger brewing. The waiter looked at the two, smiling with a friendly warmth and told them how in love they looked. Feelings surged in Frederick and it took everything in him not to get up and walk away without a single word. Instead, his shouldered stiffened and he tensed his jaw, holding back the flurry of words and emotions that were threatening to spill out. Emotions that Frederick still did not understand.

The waiter returned with his drink shortly and the moment the glass was clasped in his hand, he emptied it with a single gulp.
“We are celebrating.” He said simply, looking at the waiter, who didn’t comment, only picked up the glass and walked back to the bar.

Frederick should have stopped there. They should have eaten in silence and then slept it off, the likelihood was that he would feel better in the morning, once the initial confusion and anger had subsided he would have seen how unfair he had been towards Lillian. However, he did not stop there.
“Isn’t it funny?” He said, leaning back in his chair with a feigned casualness. “You once told me I can’t buy you. The waiter seemed to think otherwise. Give you a bit of glitter and suddenly you’re in love with me.” Frederick laughed. It was a cold, harsh sound and so different from the real laughing he had done in the previous three weeks. His eyes found Lillians and instantly he wished they hadn’t. How could someone who caused such anger in him be so beautiful, how come he was raging inside and yet his heart was still thrumming in his chest?
  Burningsxn / 9d 18h 38m 46s
Perhaps she shouldn’t have reacted in that way. It was simply a ring to stop people questioning their relationship but the fact he has spent time picking one out that could act as an income later down the line if she needed it meant a lot of her. If he would have done this a couple of weeks ago she might have refused it and pushed it back towards him and when she saw his reaction she wished that she had.

Only moments ago he had been a completely different person but now he seemed to change and his words were cruel. Lillian’s smile disappeared and she retracted her hand to pick up the menu again, trying not to show how hurt she was from that fact that he had accused her of being just like every other woman who was just after him for his money. She asked for his help. Not his money. Lillian pulled her eyes away from him and looked down at the menu so that she didn’t have to see the cruelty in his eyes as he spoke. This was not the right place to argue, especially since they were supposed to be keeping a low profile but every single word cut her like a knife.

When he finished talking she was grateful that the waiter had made their way over to them to take their order. At that point she had to reign a smile and told the waiter what she wanted and waited for Frederick to do the same.

“I just wanted to say that you two make such a good couple. From the moment you walked in here I could tell just how much you love each other.” It wasn’t what they needed to hear right now, especially since Frederick was already on edge. Lillian swallowed and forced another smile before looking up at him.

“Thank you. If you wouldn’t mind speeding up our meal I would appreciate it. I’m feeling a little tired this evening and I would like to retire to our room as soon as possible.” Lillian was grateful that the waiter seemed to understand and when they were left alone again she looked around the room, allowing the silence to surround them. If she said anything to him now it would blow up and they would be arguing in the middle of the restaurant.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 10d 11h 42m 17s
Her reaction was more than Frederick could have hoped for but more than he wanted. It was a strange feeling, to have been the cause of the smile on her face. Frederick should have felt pride, happiness and relief that she approved of the ring. He should have held her hand in return and told her that it was a ring worthy of its wearer, both beautiful. Instead, Frederick felt something else, a feeling of tightness in his chest and fire on his skin where her hand held his. His mouth felt dry and the breath in his lungs seemed to be insufficient. It was the same feeling he had gotten when he saw his first sunrise, sat on the roof of his parents’ house. That beautiful scenery had caused his breath to catch and his heart to beat like a tiny hummingbird. No, what Frederick was feeling was far from relief.

Pulling his hand away with an unnecessary sharpness he picked up his menu again. Before he could think about the words coming out his mouth or the sudden irritation that had crept up his back that made anything he said next so much harsher than intended, he spoke.
“If I had known all it would take was a bit of jewellery to get to you warm up to me I would have given you that a long time ago.” Frederick ignored any reaction, his eyes staying trained on the menu. Damn her, he hadn’t wanted to come on this blasted trip in the first place and the last thing he wanted was to feel this way. Not, that Freddie understood what he was feeling, all he knew was he was now angry. Angry at Lillian for getting so soft over a silly ring, making it out as if it was more than just a prop to their play.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Girls like you always swoon when there is money and diamonds involved.” Freddie clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in annoyance and dropped the menu onto the table. “I don’t doubt that you’ll have another man with deep pockets lined up within moments of me leaving, will you?” The words kept coming and if he had stopped to think about them, he would realise their deeper meaning.

Deep down, Frederick didn’t think Lillian was like other girls. He also did not believe that she had another set of pockets lined up ready to empty once she was done with him. However, Freddie was confused and instead of contemplating the feelings that had risen up in his chest he pushed them down and drowned them out with an emotion much more familiar to him. Anger and hurt.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 10d 11h 59m 4s
Lillian opened the door and was greeted with a smile. “Let’s go.” The truth was, she was starving and the quality of food didn’t matter to her. She would eat anything that was given to her at this stage. “Don’t worry so much! It’s not like anyone out here is going to recognise us.” Lillian didn’t hesitate to take his hand and the two walked down to the restaurant together hand in hand. There was a time when she might have argued or refused to take his hand but this was more routine now and it became part of a routine that she had learned to enjoy, especially since their time together was slowly coming to an end.

She smiled and took a seat, thanking him for his chivalry and she extended her gratitude to the waiter who had given them menus. Lillian didn’t really have time to look over the menu properly before Frederick was addressing her again. Her eyes looked up at him over the menu as he seemed to offer an explanation about what business he had been attending to. Lillian flattened the menu on the table so she could focus on him properly but her look displayed her confusion. When he mentioned the incident with the ring she knew exactly what was coming and she shook her head. “You didn’t.” However when he placed the box on the table she knew that he had in fact bought her a ring.

Her heart raced as her hand moved to the box and even more so when he explained why he had chosen that specific ring. “Frederick...” Her voice was barely even a whisper as she opened the box. She could barely keep herself from gasping as she took in the appearance of the ring. Lillian looked up at him as if to confirm that this was actually for her and she ran her finger over the gold band with the emerald. “Frederick it’s beautiful.” Lillian took it out of the box and tried it on the finger it was intended for and she smiled at the sight of it. She moved her hand to take hold of his as it rested on the table. “Thank you.”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 10d 13h 46m 5s
Picking a ring had been harder than he imagined. The first thoughts as he entered the shop was that it was small, the rings on display were all generally nice and first thoughts were that it would only take a few minutes to pick one and transfer the money over. Of course, once he really got down to it, none of the rings seemed fitting. Most of them were too simple, a style that suited Lillian more than something extravagant but would not fetch for a good price when she would sell it.

After what felt like an eternity, Freddie finally settled on a gold ring, emeralds surrounded by diamonds. It was cut in the latest fashion, a beautiful rectangle that seemed to catch the light, changing from the darkest of greens to a light transparent glow. The ring was paid for and pocketed. He would give it to her at dinner, hoping that it would put her in a good mood for the night.

Returning to the hotel, Freddie knocked on the door, calling through to Lillian and went inside. She had showered and dressed for dinner, her hair unbound around her shoulders. Even after that night, where he had been irrational and untied her hair, she had worn it up. Frederick smiled and walked over to the mirror, straightening up his shirt.
“Shall we go for dinner then?” He simply said, giving no explanation to where he had been or why he had left her so suddenly after stating that he was sticking to her side all night. “I’m not getting my hopes up for the quality of food but they do have a bar that we can get a drink in, provided there are not too many people in there.”

Frederick turned to face Lillian and held out his hand, whilst he usually waited until they were in company to touch her, the hectic atmosphere of the hotel and bar had set him on edge. They were so close to their end goal and within a week Lillian would be settled ready to start her new life. The last thing they needed was for someone to make a commotion and draw attention to the two.

Once down in the restaurant Frederick pulled out Lillians chair for her to sit, as the waiter seemed oblivious to such courtesies and sat opposite her. Menus were handed to each of them and then the waiter left.
“I’m sorry for leaving so quickly earlier. Do you remember when we had that argument, in the diner? When the waiter questioned why you didn’t have a ring?” Freddie paused to place the menu down on the table. “Well, at the time you were so angry so I didn’t bother asking you about it, but really you should have a ring. If someone were to ask again it could be bad news.” With that Frederick reached into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box, placing it on the table. “That’s what I was doing earlier. I tried to get one that you could sell for a large sum when you’re on your own. In case you can’t find an income quickly.” Why was his heart racing? It was a strange feeling and he tried to push it down, the butterflies of anxiety circling his stomach. What did it matter if she liked it, or even accepted it? It was all part of their act.

“I got emerald, it reminded me of what you were wearing the night we met so I thought it was a safe bet.” Somehow the words had sounded nicer and softer than he intended. It had been a mans way of thinking, she wouldn’t have wore the colour if she didn’t like it so an emerald ring would be fine.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 10d 14h 17m 38s
Lillian laughed at the way Frederick reacted to their accommodation for the night. It was so typical of him to say that she was not to leave his sight and even though she wouldn’t admit it, she had grown to enjoy his protective nature over her. While she was still strong enough to survive independently, she like their new found relationship and a part of her was sad about the fact that their time together would soon draw to an end. In a week he would likely leave and she would never see him again. She shook her head to allow the thoughts to escape her mind. She didn’t want to think about that just yet.

Lillian looked up and smiled as Frederick came around to the door and she took his hand so that she could climb out of the car and took the opportunity to look around at their environment. “I’m sure we will fit right in here.” She said with humour lacing her tone of voice. Considering that he said that he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight she was surprised to hear that he had business to attend to. Lillian looked around and raised her eyebrow. “Here? What business could you possibly have here?” She took his arm as he led her to the hotel and they followed their usual routine of man and wife as they checked in to the hotel. They had gotten quite good at it over time but they would have blamed that on the fact that they had plenty of practice at this point.

Once they were in the room he was preparing to leave once more. “Got it.” Lillian locked the door behind him and did exactly as she was told, allowing herself a shower before getting herself ready for dinner. She didn’t dress up too much and she even decided that this was the kind of establishment where appearances did not matter all that much, so she had decided to leave her hair down. When she was ready she sat on the bed waiting for Frederick to return from whatever business he had to attend to.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 10d 16h 21m 9s
Frederick would never admit it, but he had enjoyed the three weeks on the road. Despite the dingy hotels, bad food and the constant ache that had settled into his back from sitting up for long periods, he enjoyed his limited time with Lillian. Even amongst the fights, the heated arguments and the furious silences, Freddie still somehow still found amusement in their time. As the days ticked over it was becoming clearer and clearer to him that leaving Lillian was not going to be easy. There were moments where he wanted nothing more than to dump her on the side of the road, especially when she was in one of her moods. However, most of the time he wanted slow his driving, just to possibly drag their adventure out another day.

As naïve as he was, Frederick believed that his reasons for enjoying their trip were because of the fantasy-like notion behind it. Being on the run, staying in hotels and eating in isolated cafes. The actuality was not glamorous but it was like living out of a book. For a man who had been given everything and wanted none of it, something as simple as taking an unplanned trip to save someone’s life had given him the excitement he needed. The reality was that Frederick had formed a bond with the girl. Though he had not opened his heart, she had somehow started chipping away at the edges. When they had their good days, he laughed and teased and relaxed into himself without feeling the need to put on appearances as he so often did around his own family and friends.

Lillian spoke her directions and Frederick automatically followed, the days of hesitating at her map reading had passed. His eyes fell on the hotel and his jaw tensed. Not because it looked like the kind of place someone could get murdered or catch a disease, but because of the thriving bustle that was surrounding the bar. The car pulled into the lot and he turned the engine off, glancing over at Lillian. Another week. That was something he didn’t have the heart to comment on. They were closer to their destination than he realised and the thought of driving back home without her company was ever so slightly depressing.

“I’ll grab the bag and we can go check in. I’m not letting you out of my sight today.” He said, assessing the amount of bodies that were outside the hotel and bar. “There are too many people here and we can’t risk anything.” Frederick got out of the car and went around to open the door for Lillian, taking their bag off the back seat once she was out of the car. There were a few shops lined up opposite the hotel and his eyes fell on a small jeweller. The sight sparked a memory and his eyes instantly dropped to Lillian's hand. She had been playing the part of his wife for three weeks and he still had not gotten her a ring.

The ring wasn’t just for the part she was playing but it would also be a small income for her should she get into trouble financially. Something she could sell once he was gone and no longer able to fund her new life.
“Actually, once we’re settled in the room there is some business I need to take care of. It shouldn’t take long so you can bath and get ready for dinner.” He said as he took her arm, a habit he had gained from their little act. They walked into the hotel and Freddie did his usual smiling and chatting to the reception desk, giving their fake names and putting his arm around Lillian in an overly friendly gesture. They had been lucky that no one had questioned their relationship since that first time.

Once in the room, Frederick put the bag down on the bed and without even resting for a moment, turned to Lillian and smiled.
“I’ll be back shortly Kitten. You know the drill, lock the door and don’t open it for anyone.” Without waiting for a reply he turned and left the room, making his way out of the hotel towards the jewellers to buy something he had never imagined ever purchasing in a million years. An engagement ring.
  Burningsxn / 10d 17h 2m 13s
It did not take long for her to realise that Frederick was awake too, mostly because his voice found her ear in what felt like a seductive whisper. The feel of his breath against her skin was enough to send a shiver down her spine and she was all too grateful when he pulled his arm from under her and put a little more distance between them. Lillian wanted to argue with him, tell him that she had standards far from those that he would expect from a woman he usually kept in his company but she did not want to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. She was slowly learning that they had to spend plenty of time together and if they spent the entire time arguing it would not be fun for either of them. Instead, Lillian settled for a roll of her eyes and shook her head as she moved to a sitting position after noticing how long Frederick had spent simply looking at her.

Her cheeks were already blushing and she found her throat drying up much like it had the night before. She would have to find something more suitable for bed if she was going to have to share a room with him because she couldn't have him looking at her like that. Not again. Lillian turned to face him and shook her head.

"You are not going to get showered sat there now are you? Come on , get moving." For the rest of the morning the two went about their morning routines. While Frederick showered, Lillian got herself dressed for the day, finding something from the bag of clothes he had packed for her and when she was satisfied with her attire she moved on to sort out her hair. Although she knew that Frederick preferred her hair down, she still tied it up, not only to avoid having him look at her for too long, but because she was still trying to uphold an image.

After they left that morning, the days turned into weeks and before either of them knew it they were almost nearing the end of their third week on the road. Lillian had suggested that Frederick should keep in regular contact with his family to avoid having them send someone after him but he always lied about where he was and was always vague about when he might be home. Neither one of them knew that someone was already following them, tracking their every move and figuring out a perfect time to attack, seemingly waiting for a moment when the two might be separated but as of yet they had managed to avoid that. They spent every waking moment together and that it why their stalker was biding his time, even though it was beginning t run out.

"Turn left here. There should be a hotel around here." She said from Frederick's side in the car as she looked at the map. It was not yet dark but they had planned to make an earlier stop since they had not yet eaten. The hotel they had chosen seemed to have a thriving bar that served food and it was exactly what the two of them needed, especially since they were having one of their 'good days'. Over the weeks they had found themselves in many arguments but they had also come to trust each other. Frederick maintained his flirtatious act but never once acted upon it and it had been made easier by the fact that they did not have to share a bed again. Most of the time they were able to secure a room with two beds which meant that they avoided arguing about who was sleeping on the floor.

"There it is." Lillian pointed towards the hotel and folded up the map, placing it back on the back seat of the car and she smiled towards Frederick. "This place looks perfect for you." She said with a laugh as a drunk man came stumbling out the front door. Almost as though she could already detect his distaste she laughed once more. "Come on, we agreed that we needed to keep a lower profile and that means no more fancy hotels for at least another week. Besides, it won't be much longer before we get to where we are going."
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 11d 6h 6m 51s
Frederick could almost pinpoint the moment the Lillian woke up. She shifted, trying to put space between them, something that only moments before he had wanted to do, but now it felt like a rejection. The warmth that had surrounded him for most of the night had now been replaced with a chill. What was so awful about being in his arms that made her angle her body away from him? Not that he wanted her to be so close to him, it was in fact, the last thing he wanted at that moment. But it should have been him moving away from her and even the slightest realisation that he had stayed in bed with her to stop waking her was scary. It could have been worse, she could have screamed and pushed him away because it clearly looked like he had been the one to adopt their position. [I Traitor ] he thought to himself, why had he accepted the bed at all? It would have been better to sleep on the floor than wake up wrapped around the one woman he couldn’t act on any [I feelings ] for.

“Perfect? I’m glad I can accommodate your high standards, kitten.” Freddie whispered against her ear, his face pressing to her neck for a second before rolling over, pulling out the arm that had somehow slipped under her during the night. It had gone numb and Frederick groaned and rubbed his arm. What was worse about their morning situation was not his aching arm but it was how nice it had felt waking up to her. For a short moment, he had gotten a glimpse of what life could have been like for him had he not sworn to never get close to a woman unless it was for one short night followed by a game of cards with his friends.

“Same time tomorrow night?” He said, smiling over at Lillian. His eyes quickly travelled down her body, involuntarily. Her nightdress was no longer in the perfect smoothed out fashion that it had been when she got into bed and Freddie struggled to take his eyes off her, despite his head screaming that the longer he looked like harder her wrath would be.
“I’ll um.” Freddie paused and shook his head, trying to focus his thoughts on anything other than Lillian. “Yeah, I’ll go shower or something.” He said but his body stayed stationary on the bed.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 11d 6h 48m 50s
Lillian was not sure at what point she managed to fall asleep. While her form and her breathing likely echoed the fact that she might have fallen asleep quickly, her mind was racing and would not let her sleep for quite some time. Her thoughts were occupied with the replaying image of Frederick's hand in her hair and the way it had made her heart quicken so easily. The last thing either of them needed right now were any sort of feelings to develop. That would certainly complicate things and she did not want to allow herself to become involved with anyone, especially since she was about to go into hiding. When she was able to push all thoughts and feelings aside sleep finally claimed her and her sleep was a deep one.

In fact, it was that deep that she did not even wake when Frederick had someone managed to make his way towards her and wrapped himself around her. On some subconscious level it was perhaps the reason that her sleep was uninterrupted. Having him close, wrapped protectively around her had made it a lot easier for her to sleep without a worry. Although, it would have been a different story if Frederick had tried such a thing while they were still awake. Lillian would have likely kicked him out of the bed and made him sleep on the floor for such a thing.

It wasn't until she slowly started to wake in the morning that she realised that the distance was no longer separating them. At first a smile danced upon her lips while she was not conscious enough to understand what was happening, but the feel of his arms around her made her feel safe and that was all she could think about in the moment. That was until her sleepy state finally started to wear off and she found her eyes widen. Lillian turned her head slightly to check if Frederick was awake but she couldn't quite angle her head right to see. Lillian sighed, not wanting to be the one to wake him up but it did not feel right just laying there with his arms around her in this way. She thought about moving his hand but she didn't want him to wake up and misinterpret what was happening so she simply lay there, adjusting herself slightly to put a little bit of distance between their bodies, not wanting her back to be pressed so close to his chest.

"Just perfect." She whispered to herself before she let out another sigh.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 11d 7h 51m 41s
Frederick regretted touching her hair, not because it felt like the silk of her nightdress, or because every time she moved and it shifted, his head was filled with the smell of her. No, he regretted touching her hair because moving his hand away seemed impossible. So instead of moving away instantly, he let his fingers linger on the ends of her hair as she spoke, explaining how she had noticed his shoulder. It didn’t surprise him that she had noticed, not really. In the short time that they had been together, he had realised quickly that Lillian was quick and intelligent. Both traits that he would never have recognised in her had they not been forced into such a life or death situation.

It wasn’t until she shifted that he dropped his hand, placing it firmly at his side. Her words, expressing trust in the simplest of ways, caused his heart to constrict. Where had the fire-tongued kitten who had been ripping at his conscious all day gone? Freddie shifted down into the bed so that he was lying back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her back was turned to him and her breathing was soft and steady, giving Frederick the impression she was asleep. It was not until she spoke again to say goodnight that he knew she was still awake.

“Goodnight Lillian.” He said, his voice barely a whisper. The sheets were pulled up and the bed beneath his body was soft yet he could not sleep. Sharing a bed was supposed to help him get to sleep and instead all he could do was think about the woman beside him, or the fact that the bed which had once seemed an average size was shrinking. An impossible thought of course, and yet Freddie was sure that if he were to move even an inch that he would be brushing up against Lillian and then all sane thoughts would truly be out of reach.

Sleep must have come. Between the thoughts of the blonde beside him and replaying the past few days events over and over in his mind, sleep had taken him. Frederick only knew this because suddenly he was awake again. Awake and very warm. It was only when he finally opened his eyes that he found the reason for the unusual warmth. Fredericks' arm had somehow ended up under Lillian, his other protectively wrapped around her waist. The playboy had never woken up with a woman in his bed, especially not one that he had… cuddled. His mouth dried up and as much as he wanted to push her off and get the other side of the room as quickly as possible, he didn’t want to wake her.
  Burningsxn / 11d 9h 18m 33s
“Just for tonight. I’ll go straight to sleep, I won’t touch you or even say anything.” The words were more for him, though they seemed aimed at Lillian. Reassurance that he could share a bed with her without ripping that stupid nightgown off. Freddie knew that it was a bad idea, he had said it was a bad idea. Heck, Lillian had said it was a bad idea and yet his body wasn’t moving.

The moment she offered him that chance to stay she started to regret it. She did not want him to get the wrong idea or assume that it was an invitation to something more especially since that was not her intention. She looked down at her hands that had absently started to play with the other the moment Frederick’s hands had found her hair. Lillian silently cursed herself for opening her mouth. She should have just let him sleep on the floor yet she could not bring herself to allow that to happen.

She only looked up again when he asked about her observations. Lillian smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “It was just the way you held yourself. I could just tell.” She kept her eyes on his as he spoke this time, simply nodding in reply when he asked if she was completely sure. Maybe if he was being his usual flirtatious self she might have changed her mind but there was something about the way he spoke that told her there were no other intentions there. A small part of her wanted, or expected him to refuse but it seemed like there was no turning back now.

Lillian shifted herself to one side of the bed then and started to make herself comfortable after putting a bit of distance between them, ensuring that her back faced him. “I trust you.” She said. It was not until she said that, that she realised that it was true. He had already proven that he was willing to go the distance to help her and despite the inappropriate comments he had never acted upon any of them. Lillian let out a sigh as she reached down for the sheets and pulled them over her as she settled her head into the pillow and allowed her eyes to close.

“Goodnight Frederick.”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 11d 17h 29m 44s
Frederick could almost have hit himself for doing something as silly as un-braid her hair. It had been an automatic reaction. Her hair was beautiful and it didn’t deserve to be tied up but how he was struggling to remove his hand from the ends of her hair. Freddie tensed his jaw, his teeth pressing together, and dropped his hand to his side, forcing it to stay there. Why was his heart beating so erratically? Lillian was not the first pretty face he had been attracted to, nor was she the first woman to share a bed with him, and yet he could feel his lungs constricting.

It should have been a sweet gesture and yet Frederick could only think of how frustrating it was going to be to share a bed with her. She had a point, sleeping on the floor wasn’t going to help how stiff he was, nor was it going to make his shoulder any better. Freddie raised an eyebrow.
“How did you know my shoulder was stiff?” He had been trying to hide the pain as much as possible so that she wouldn’t start fussing, or worse, offer to drive his car. Freddie shook his head and smiled. Of course, she would notice, nothing got past her it seemed.

“Are you really okay with sharing a bed, Lillian? Despite what I may say, I have no intentions of forcing you into bed with me.” Frederick felt the seriousness replaced by something kinder, warmer, in his voice and it shocked him. Since when had he cared about playing it safe? Doing the right thing over doing the actual thing he wanted was not his way and still, he found himself weighing up the risk of sharing a bed over sleeping on the floor. The intention had not been to accept her invitation to sleep on the bed and yet his mouth was already accepting before his brain could catch up.

“Just for tonight. I’ll go straight to sleep, I won’t touch you or even say anything.” The words were more for him, though they seemed aimed at Lillian. Reassurance that he could share a bed with her without ripping that stupid nightgown off. Freddie knew that it was a bad idea, he had said it was a bad idea. Heck, Lillian had said it was a bad idea and yet his body wasn’t moving.
  Burningsxn / 11d 18h 59s
She was so sure that Frederick had fallen asleep and she thought that she would get away with setting up space on the floor so that she could sleep but it seemed that Frederick was not asleep after all. Just as she reached for a pillow she found his hand grabbing at her elbow. At first she was simply startled by the contact, thinking that he had been sound asleep but then he seemed to pull at her arm a little bit so that he body was thrust onto the bed, close to him. Lillian's breath caught in her throat at their closeness and it took her a minute to gather her thoughts.

She might have been angry with him if it were not for the fact that she had teased him earlier. This was probably his revenge. Lillian sighed and shook her head. "I thought you were already asleep, I was hardly going to wake you up after spending all day driving." Lillian ran her hand over the nightdress, straightening it out and making sure that nothing had become exposed due to the force of being pulled onto the bed.

Lillian tried to ignore the way his eyes traveled over her and the heat coming from his hand as he pulled the braid out of her hair. Her throat went dry and her heart beat started to quicken. It was frustrating that he could have this effect on her, especially since she didn't know how to react to him. She swallowed and looked him in the eye before looking away.

"You should stay..." There was a silence for a moment as she thought about what she said. "You need a good night sleep and sleeping on the floor won't help that stiffness in your shoulder." Her voice was not as harsh as usual, almost soft as though he had finally worn her down.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 12d 6h 59m 44s
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