The Stone Cottage
Jan 3, 2008 5:17:29 GMT -5
Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 5:17:29 GMT -5
*It was well after dark when they arrived at the medium-sized cottage on the estate. Michael unlocked the door and pushed it open, then turned and swept Kathy into his arms.*
"Have ye gone soft in the head? --Oh." *she grew quiet as he grinned, shaking his head, and stepped over the threshold, then set her on her feet again. Someone had seen to it that their belongings had been moved out to the cottage, and a fire had been lit in the fireplace, though it had burned down to embers.
Kathy lit a candle and went up the steep and narrow staircase to the second floor, finding four little bedrooms and a privvy. The largest of the rooms had a window facing the cliffs, and you could just see the edge of the sea if you stood tall enough. Kathy turned with a start as she realized the room was dominated by a single, large bed. Her eyes widened as she realized someone had set a fresh vase of flowers on the nightstand, along with a fine bottle of wine.
Her face flaming crimson, she stepped back into the hall and shut the door behind her. Was her marital duty done in bearing a child? Or would Michael...? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She's promised herself to Michael before God; and everything she had was his, even her body--even if it hurt her, it was his right, and she loved him and would begrudge him nothing, but still, she trembled at the thought.*
Surely not every night...he works hard...he could be tired...
*Like he'd been tired the night they--*
"What's up there, Kath?" *he called, coming up the stairs.*
"Nothing of interest!" *she said hastily.*
"Have ye gone soft in the head? --Oh." *she grew quiet as he grinned, shaking his head, and stepped over the threshold, then set her on her feet again. Someone had seen to it that their belongings had been moved out to the cottage, and a fire had been lit in the fireplace, though it had burned down to embers.
Kathy lit a candle and went up the steep and narrow staircase to the second floor, finding four little bedrooms and a privvy. The largest of the rooms had a window facing the cliffs, and you could just see the edge of the sea if you stood tall enough. Kathy turned with a start as she realized the room was dominated by a single, large bed. Her eyes widened as she realized someone had set a fresh vase of flowers on the nightstand, along with a fine bottle of wine.
Her face flaming crimson, she stepped back into the hall and shut the door behind her. Was her marital duty done in bearing a child? Or would Michael...? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She's promised herself to Michael before God; and everything she had was his, even her body--even if it hurt her, it was his right, and she loved him and would begrudge him nothing, but still, she trembled at the thought.*
Surely not every night...he works hard...he could be tired...
*Like he'd been tired the night they--*
"What's up there, Kath?" *he called, coming up the stairs.*
"Nothing of interest!" *she said hastily.*