...that was more than love

Hello again, my readers. It is so lovely to hear all of your kind words. It is very encouraging, even though I know there is still others who perceive me as evil, even, dare I say? A witch. It is simply no so, unless it is meant to mean that I bewitched James. Ah, yes. James. You thought you knew him well and now you see him (I hope) in a different light. Left you wanting more, I take it? Blame that on my mischievous nature, added with my dearest james. Yes, yes, I know I keep on repeating his name more often now. It cannot be helped, well, at least not by me. Here now -- shall we continue? Good. I thought you would never ask.

Now...where we were we? OH. Now I remember. . .


His hands were quick yet nimble as he continued to caress my neck with kisses up until I awoke with a sensation I had never experienced until that moment. His firm, calloused hand grasped firmly on my soft round flesh, causing a moan to utter off my lips. James continued to fondle even as I felt as though my spirit had left my body, soaring around us. The moments continued as did the kisses that swarmed my lips and neck. Soon enough, my body ached and yearned for more yet James stopped it all with one last kiss. His body was warm enough to keep me safe and it surely did even as it was evident we had to return me back home. As we began to depart from each other's side, I sadly was wanting not to leave it all. That very evening, I slept with a glee that grasped my sister's attention. However, no words did I speak.

The next few weeks were spent with the same things I have mentioned aforehand, but then my heart was ailed greatly as James had to return back home to London. It felt as though my heart was breaking once more as he did leave shortly after the crack of dawn one morning towards the end of the month. Giving his word that he would write to me, I could only simply nod as a kiss to the forehead was left. How my hurt was great in that bleak day, my dears, but. . .time was on our side, or I would at least like to believe that.

August came and for the first few weeks, nothing was heard of James, not in speaking, not in letters. Had our courtship failed and he now had someone new? My thoughts of uneasiness ceased as the letters soon came. The words that James had written were the ones he told me in our month together in July. Yes, my dears, they did included the most succulent utterings that a man can say, but alas, they cannot be spoken here. The letters did continue for the next few months up until one took us all by surprise in early October. James personally had invited my entire family to come into London for a soirée he was planning on holding for Halloween. We all went with happy hearts, happy faces and arrived two nights before it was to occur.

Upon arrival, we, that being James and I, were so filled with gaiety that it could be deemed as oddly disturbing. However, I was taken aback, clinging to James tightly as I was introduced to his beadle officer, Benedict. He was a queer fellow but I dared not to upset James by professing this so I simply placed a smile on my face and was ladylike towards him. What I remember next about the night before the little party was that James and I went to his house after a walk through Hyde Park to enjoy a cup of tea. All was well and I was blissfully happy. My time with him -- I never wanted it to end. Those very words and thoughts, I did speak unto him. James simply grinned at and began to whisper in my ear with words that caused my eyes to widen. I quickly questioned him about to which he gave me an impish grin and I quickly began to blush madly.

What was the statement he spoke of? The one to which I blushed about? Do not fret, do not shout! Well, dear readers, once more -- you must wait to see what the statement held in a form of fate.

~Lucinda