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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 / 74d 21h 50m 3s
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 / 74d 23h 37m 4s
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 / 75d 8m 37s
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 / 75d 2h 12m 8s
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 / 75d 2h 53m 12s
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 / 75d 15h 57m 50s
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 / 75d 16h 39m 49s
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 / 75d 17h 42m 40s
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 / 75d 19h 9m 32s
“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 / 76d 3h 20m 43s
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 / 76d 3h 51m 58s
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 / 76d 16h 50m 43s
Freddie had almost fallen asleep when he heard the bathroom door open, followed by the soft sound of movement. Although his body was exhausted, the sound of footsteps gave him a surge of energy. Perhaps it was from her earlier stunt, teasing him. It was foolish of him to think that she would simply climb into bed beside him. He could feel her moving closer to the bed but it seemed she had no interest in actually getting into the bed, or kicking him out of it, both options that were preferable to her sleeping on the floor again. Freddie waited for her to move close enough to the bed that he could smell the soap on her before he moved. His arm reached out and grabbed her by the elbow, gently enough that he would not leave a mark.

His arm drew back, pulling Lillian with it. Freddie opened his eyes as soon as he felt her body come into contact with the bed.
"What do you think you're doing? Did we not agree that you would sleep on the bed tonight?" He said, keeping his hand on her arm. It was a bold move, pulling her onto the bed with him and twenty-four hours ago he wouldn't have done it, in fact, two hours ago he would not have done it, but she had felt comfortable enough with him to tease him and so it was only fair that he got revenge.

"It would be safer for us to share the bed. Not only safer kitten, but more fun." Freddie smiled and bit his bottom lip. It was only then that he actually took note of what the blonde was wearing. The nightdress was tighter than he imagined and he could see the shape of her body through the silk. Maybe his shirt was a better idea, at least he hadn't wanted to rip it off her body.

Freddie propped up, shifting from lying down to sitting slightly, letting the blanket fall to his waist so that his arms were now totally freed from the overs. He reached over, with the hand that was not holding her arm and released her hair from it's braid, moving ever so slowly to let the golden waves fall around her shoulders.
"I'll let you sleep now, darling. The floor will do just fine for me." Frederick said, smiling at Lillian.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 76d 17h 9m 10s
As the water engulfed her skin she couldn't help but notice that there was a victorious smile fixated upon her face. Just seeing the look of Frederick's face was enough to humor her and upon hearing his voice echo through the door she laughed to herself once more. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she allowed her body to slide further into the water and her eyes closed so that she could fully enjoy the bath.

She wasn't sure how long she had spent in there but the only reason she had decided to climb out was because the water had started to chill and feel cold against her skin. Lillian pushed her hands against either side of the bath and pushed herself up before she moved to dry herself off. As she did, she eyed the nightdress and found herself growing nervous about putting it on. It was only a silly nightdress but it was unlike anything she had worn before and the look of it screamed expense. If she had a choice, she would have easily worn his shirt again over this.

Lillian swallowed hard before she pulled the material over her head. It clung to every single curve of her body and highlighted her feminine figure. She tried not to look down at herself as she moved to tie her hair up into a braid, the material dampening slightly around the top of her back as he fell right down the center. Without another minute of hesitation she opened the bathroom door and peaked her head around it, noticing that Frederick had already climbed into the bed and his eyes were closed. The sight brought a smile to her face as she sneaked out quietly in case he had fallen asleep.

Lillian placed her clothes on a chair in the corner of the room and started to gather the extra bedding so that she could make a comfortable place on the floor.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 76d 17h 43m 19s
Frederick could feel his heart racing against his chest and it only got more erratic as Lillian moved back to make way in the door as if to let him pass into the bathroom. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly going dry. Eyes widening and head spinning, he opened his mouth to speak but Lillian had her hand on his shirt, pulling him closer into the bathroom. He could feel the heat of her hands through his shirt and every cell in his brain was telling him to turn away but his body betrayed him, especially after seeing such a pretty blush on her cheeks from looking at the nightgown. Freddie wanted to tell her to stop, that it was a bad idea but instead, he just stood there, speechless, unable to tell her how it would ruin the new peace between the two of them because at that moment he would swap her sweet nature just to keep her hand on his chest.

Then suddenly, like ice water crashing over him, Lillian was closing the door in his face, her eyes sparkling. Freddie stood stuck in place for just a moment before turning away from the door, hands running through his hair in frustration.
"You're going to kill me, kitten." He groaned and walked over to the bed, sitting down. Instead of arguing with her, which would have been easy to do after her little stunt, he took off his shoes and shirt and trousers then slipped into the bed, deciding he would make the most of its comfortable throws and mattress whilst Lillian bathed.

Frederick closed his eyes and rubbed his neck in an attempt to loosen the knots that had formed from driving. He had every intention of moving once Lillian was done in the bathroom and yet soon he could feel his body sinking into the mattress and his eyes refusing to open. Lillian was right, he should have accepted the bed but he had made a deal and Frederick Lester didn't go back on a deal.
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