themusemanor | PSL - James Watson | Helen Magnus ---> We're glad for what we've got

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PSL - James Watson | Helen Magnus ---> We're glad for what we've got

It had been a long day for Helen, a very long day indeed, and she was exhausted after everything that had happened, the emotional toll of finally ending the Ripper case and dealing with Adam. She'd taken her time the next day, spent a lot of it downstairs or in the library, trying to keep herself occupied. But eventually, it became too much and she sought out the only other person she could: James.

Wherever he was, she needed to talk to him. Much as she wanted to deal with it herself, she knew she couldn't. He'd been helping her deal with John first and then the Ripper case, and so she knew, despite everything else, that she could rely on him.

Her footsteps were quiet, her skirts barely rustling as she approached his study first. If he wasn't there, she would check the library next. And if he wasn't there, she'd bury herself in the books. She could use the distraction.

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"If he is, I have yet to hear about it," she answered honestly, letting her hand run through his hair absently. "And I would have thought he would make a grand entrance of it, if he had."

He usually did, after all. She couldn't say she blamed James for wanting to stay in bed with her. Goodness knew she would prefer to remain where they were as well.

"I would have as well," he started, the rest of that sentence lost in his humming of contentment at her hand in his hair. They both enjoyed that but for rather different reasons really, or so he thought. "Which is a good thing I suppose for us."

It meant they could stay in bed for a while longer hopefully. "And hopefully none of the servants talk."

Helen smiled in response. Apparently he liked her hand in his hair as much as she liked his hand in her hair. That was good to know.

"I doubt they will. Even if they do, it certainly would not be the worst thing anyone has said about me."

His cheek got hissed this time. She was rather enjoying having someone in her bed.

James smile more at that, snuggling more against her as she kissed his cheek (and he was thankful she didn't mind his beard) and kept his eyes firmly shut.

"Yes but still darling. There are some things I would think you'd not want spread around the house, lest your father hear tale of us doing untoward things."

But it doesn't prompt him to move.

"If you're not careful, I may start thinking you are the one who wishes to leave the comfort of my bed," she chastised him softly, though her tone belied her worry. On which subject it had been placed was difficult to tell, whether her father finding out of their exploits or her losing James to the morning.

"If he suspects something, he will ask me."

But her hand stopped moving through his hair, resting against his side once more as she sighed gently. He did have a point, much as she wanted not to admit it.

"I hardly want to leave Helen," he mumbled as he buried his face against her more. He didn't want to at all, and he hated he had her worried that he would do such a thing really.

"I keep forgetting that at times, you father is more understanding then my own parents."

And he can't help how he sighs some as he almost pouts with her hand out of his hair. He had been enjoying that.

His head was now against her neck and the feel of his breath against her skin certainly wasn't helping her keep a cool head. Her hand tightened slightly at this new development. Gregory had been aware of the embryo - it was part of the reason the entire betrayal had hurt as much as it had - so honestly this was nothing compared to her past. Her father could handle this, especially with a man he do so approve of. She wasn't worried.

"He has known quite a bit more than your parents, at least," she answered, trying desperately to keep her head. "I daresay he would not mind entirely."

He wasn't actually aware of what effect he was having on her at the moment. To be honest it was just comfortable for him to lay like that and he wasn't about to move unless prompted. As for Gregory? That was all very true, and it did put him at ease for the moment. Not so at ease though that he wasn't aware of what would happen if Gregory didn't approve of this match but that was for another time.

"That is true," he started and then turned his face to kiss her neck, to lazy to lean up and kiss her properly, "now if only my brother can not force things we will be well off."

A shiver of anticipation shot down her body at the kiss to her neck and she let her eyes slide shut, one hand reaching up to rest against the back of his head. Oh, he was making it difficult to think clearly.

"You believe he might try to... force us?"

He felt that and he can't help the smile on his face as he kisses her neck again, this time deliberately and not out of laziness. She really should just tell him things...

"Only in the matter that he would want me happy, he's unfortunately over protective for being the younger sibling who works in government."

It was difficult to tell him things when he was the one banishing all coherent thought. A very soft sound escaped her lips, caught between desire and some sort of happiness.

"I daresay, if I cannot make you happy... then I am doing something wrong."

Her hand tightened in his hair as her other held him close to her. He was well on his way to making Helen Magnus speechless and that did not happen very often.

Well that was her problem now wasn't it? And that sound got a chuckle out of him, which he was quick to make sure could be felt against her neck.

"Indeed you would be darling, but I have little fear in that."

And he wasn't going to move thank you very much Helen. He rather enjoyed being close to her like that and getting those reactions, it was in part an experiment and in part to try and show her affection.

The same sound escaped her lips again, slightly louder this time. Fortunately or unfortunately, it meant that she completely bypassed whatever he was saying to her in favor of allowing her own thoughts to meet the air between them.

"Dear God, James."

Her tone isn't chastising, not even scolding. It's filled with wonder and awe, amazement that someone can make her feel like this again.

He can't help the chuckle again when she actually says something or at her awe at it. Which of course means he has to kiss her neck again before shifting to just rest his cheek back against her neck.

"Yes Helen, darling?"

And he sounds just a touch cheeky as he says it too.

She outright groaned at that, not even bothering to respond. He barely had time to rest his head against her skin before she was pulling him back to her so she could plant her lips against his. It was the only thing she could think of that would save her from what he was doing to her.

Gosh darn it Helen he had been going to enjoy that really, but the kiss is good so he doesn't complain. Instead he just tries to keep that chuckle in his throat, and reaches over with a hand to try and brush away a bit of her hair off of her neck as he does.

No he's not taking advantage of this newfound spot on her. Not at all.

That got another shiver from her as she subconsciously allowed her head to roll to the side to give him better access to her neck. Her hand tightened on his side, holding him close to her as he stayed there. These things he was doing to her... they felt too good, as though she knew she ought to stop, but could never bring herself to do it.

One day James would learn the meaning of the word restraint when it came to finding something new. Like this for example. He didn't have to all out attack it to discover what it could mean, how it would affect her and all, but he wanted to. And that alone was why he pulled away from the kiss to kiss down her jaw and go back to her neck, placing kisses on it now deliberately in a hunt for the most sensitive spot.

He would find around her jawline and the area where her shoulder met her neck were the most sensitive, the latter of which drew out more of those little sounds he seemed to like so much. She couldn't even begin to stop him, not even if she'd wanted to, and it was all she could do to keep her body from arching too far into his touch. As it was, her breathing became shallower as her head tilted against the pillow, allowing him as much access as he could want.

And he would just happen to focus on that area where her neck met her shoulder for those sounds alone. He always did have a bit of an ego, and hearing that he was doing good (even from little sounds) was enough to make him continue. He did however keep an ear on her breathing, just in case as he didn't want to accidentally cause a problem with her, even as he leaned in more so his beard could be felt against her skin more in a deliberate tactic to see what it would do.

More of the same was apparently what it would do. Helen was beginning to think she ought to stop him or find some way to please him in return, but she couldn't quite muster the will to pull away. Despite her earlier protests, she was enjoying this and she showed how much by rolling onto her back to give him permission to touch her anywhere he liked. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder and emotion, as she allowed herself to open up to him to see what he would do next.

Which was all well and good as James was willing to continue this for a little while longer. At least until his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten yet and he probably should lest he turn into a rather grumpy man. Which would explain why he followed her as she rolled onto her back, sitting up first and only stopping his assault on her neck when his back protested slightly, which caused him to sit up straight and try to work the knot out of it. Stupid body.

The sudden cessation of his assault on her neck slowly brought Helen back to her senses and she frowned at how he was looking. Taking a few deep breaths of her own, she sat upright herself and positioned herself behind him carefully.

"Where does it hurt?" she asked softly, moving her hands to where his were attempting to work the knot out. She wasn't particularly good at this sort of thing, but she could at least try to make things easier for him.

He hadn't meant to stop it honestly but he had been laying for to long like he had and his back apparently had decided to protest it. Not that he wanted her to worry and he had been about to wave her off when she got behind him and so he showed her, roughly, where the knot was with a hand before moving his away.

"There, and it's more as if I laid wrong for too long is all. Nothing to worry over." It was the normal morning problem really.

She'd never been trained or anything of that sort, but she did know enough about anatomy to figure out where the knot was and what motions would be best to alleviate it. Using a combination of soft, gentle motions and slightly harder ones around the area in question, she attempted to get him to relax so the pain would leave him.

Towards the end, however, she leaned over him as she worked, pressing her lips to the side of his neck to see what he would do. Two could play that game.

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