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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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.

He's easy enough to get to relax really at her working on it, even if she's not trained as it's enough to make him start to lean against her some, tilting his head to the side at her lips to his neck. Oh he liked that he just had a decent grip on his voice is all.

She kept up her handiwork for a few moments longer, letting her lips trail down his neck the whole time. Letting her hands finally stop their motions, she slid around to his side so she could look him in the eyes again, a shy smile playing across her face.

"Did that help, darling?"

He smiles at it as she works, relaxing more at the attention, and it takes him only partially by surprise when she shifts to look at him, eyes closed, and he almost falls backwards. But he does open his eyes and just smiles in turn, looking just happy with that.

"Wonderfully, Helen thank you. Not so limber as you are apparently still."

She reached to catch him when he appeared to be leaning too much backwards, the shy smile still on her face as she tossed her hair over her shoulder to rest against her back.

"Then... perhaps I shall have to share your bed more often, so I can do more to ease your pain."

Either that or her presence would have to be a morning occurrence at least. Whichever way it ended up being, she would be happy for it. More time with James was time well spent.

He managed to stop before that happened, though he was glad to see her willing to catch him. But that thought was gone as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and he was now staring at her neck with a smirk. Oh boy Helen.

"Or at the very least see me each morning, though I do hope it is nothing too serious for myself."

He would take both options though really, because he wanted that time with her and that attention from her too. Spending time with her was never a chore.

"Whichever option we choose, I certainly expect to see you each morning."

She noticed where his eyes had moved and her cheeks flushed quite a bit at that, though she supposed his attention could be in far worse places at that moment. One of her hands ran its way through his hair before she draped both arms over his shoulders and rested her forehead against his.

"I do hope not, either. Perhaps we could have my father look into it?"

"Which you will Helen, happily too."

And that flush wasn't ignored either and he leaned in and kissed her cheek at the last second, thankful he had only gone for her neck and not something else. But as she settles against him, and he her as he wraps his arms around her waist, he nods.

"It may be for the best, just in case of course."

"Mmm, of course," she murmured softly. Her father would be able to figure out whatever was plaguing James, that she was certain of. She wasn't worried.

As he settled against her, she tilted her head just enough to slide her mouth back to his for another gentle kiss.

"Darling, you are spoiling me."

"Is that such a bad thing?" And with that he ignored the rest of his worries about his back. He had faith in the elder Magnus, he would figure out what was bothering him. And in the mean time he would spoil his daughter as payment.

Made perfect sense really at least as he broke the kiss to kiss her nose. "I dare say you are spoiling me."

"I suppose not," she murmured in response, wrinkling her nose as he kissed it. "And is that such a bad thing?"

She may or may not have been sliding into his lap at that point, as it would be much easier for them in the long run if she was in front of him and not beside him.

"I don't see how it's possible anyway, darling, not with everything you have done for me."

"Hardly." He smiled as he said it and just slid back against the head board. It's more comfortable for them both really if he's supported with her in his lap.

"It is, darling. You are the most, extraordinary woman I have had the pleasure of meeting, you spoil me by merely allowing me in your bed."

She resettled as he moved, a bright blush spreading across her cheeks at his words. Sometimes, she couldn't believe he would say such things about her and mean them. He had come to mean a great deal to her and she could no longer imagine a day without him in it. Shifting just a little more, she rested her head against his shoulder and simply breathed deeply, enjoying being held in his embrace.

"You flatter me, darling. I only offered what you deserve, what I have wanted of you. James, I... I care for you deeply."

If she didn't, she certainly wouldn't have been sharing a bed with him like this. Far too improper for anything less than a serious relationship.

As she had come to mean a great deal with him, and he couldn't understand how she could not think she was so special. But he shifted his arms to let her rest against his shoulder, resting his cheek against her as he does so. To be honest it's when she does things like this that make him feel special, spoiled to the core.

"And I care deeply for you, Helen, and so I give you what you deserve even if you deserve so much more."

And it was the same with him to her, if he hadn't felt the same to her he never would have willingly shared a bed with her. "So darling, what are we doing today?"

Helen reached over to grasp one of his hands in hers and thread their fingers together, looking at their entwined hands and giving them a squeeze. She loved him. That was the truth of the matter. She'd come to love him in the last decade, while he had held her close, protected her. Simple, really... and yet terrifying on some level.

"You have given me far more than I deserve," she whispered softly to him, pressing closer to him, even as her hand held onto his. She didn't feel like letting go just yet.

"I don't know... I had yet to really consider our options. I suppose we ought to look after the Sanctuary, check on the residents. After the morning rounds... I don't know. Did you have something in mind?"

James took her hand, squeezing hers back as he took in a breath to calm himself. He loved her, had sense they had started to work together closely, when they were the brains of the group. He had waited, and it seemed to be paying off slowly.

"I wouldn't know darling," he whispered back but then stopped as she went on, tilting his head as he thought.

"Not particularly, my case load is none existent at the moment and the only thing I have of interest right now is you darling. Perhaps we could find something to do together?"

Helen flushed bright red through her smile, unable to hide her embarrassment. Perhaps that was for the best, as she found herself completely incapable of hiding how she was feeling from him. Not that she wanted to anyway.

"I would like that, darling," she murmured softly, leaning up to gently kiss his nose. As she pulled back away, her eyes flicked back down to his lips for the briefest of moments. She couldn't help wondering what he might have in mind for their morning. They had a little time left before she, at least, would need to check on the residents. After that... she had no ideas at all as to what they might do and she didn't mind that for once.

Perhaps she would let him decide for them.

"I would like it very much if I could spend my days with you now."

No and he didn't want her to either. He liked having her not hiding things away and the kiss was taken with a smile. And well for his plans for the morning he wasn't entirely sure what to do, except to spoil her for a time before she had to leave and he went to make her breakfast.

Because it was easier then sitting here waiting really.

"You will always be able to do so, darling." He murmured and kissed her lips gently before pulling back. "Perhaps a walk? Or is there anywhere in particular you would like to visit?"

She certainly wouldn't mind being spoiled, though she would have to come up with ways to return the favor. "I wouldn't mind a walk," she admitted softly. "We could simply stroll along the hallways and perhaps down to a few shops later today?"

One of her hands lifted to cup his cheek so she could give him another good morning kiss. If he didn't decide to keep her there with him for a little longer, she would slide off the bed to grab a change of clothes and begin preparations for the day. Getting dressed and ready always took her a good amount of time, but in this instance she was looking forward to what the day would bring.

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