Hello All!

Sorry it took me so long to update this but I had horrible writers block with this and then I lost my guide book and I also had to study for my exams, oh not to mention actually doing my exams. But anyway here it is and It's quite long so hopefully that shall make up for the lateness!

Thanks to all those who read and reviewed, can I also say hello to whoever is reading this in Guam because that is just plain cool!

Okay enough of my rambleing, I'm off to get food and watch bad daytime TV! Enjoy!

Love

KeroaucinaHackney

I woke up with a splitting headache trying not to move too much. Lots of yesterday was fuzzy, I could only vaguely remember Morgan yelling at me, but I could clearly remember kissing her and then her maniac boyfriend punching me; that I remembered vividly. I touched my nose gingerly and winced god it was painful, that unfortunate wanker really could pack a punch.

Morgan had said no. All of my planning and preparing had been for nothing, she had been unimpressed. She had chosen Hunter, but why? Why was he so much better than I was? Sure he was taller, had a more prestigious job but I was just as nice; I would take better care of her. I would be home for her and she would never have to pamper or compete with me, I wouldn't argue with her. I would talk to her and soothe her. Did she ever think that maybe I would be better for her? It was all I seemed to think about. I didn’t want her to be with Hunter but she had chosen him, my stomach fell out from under me, for the first time ever I lost hope that Morgan wouldn't come to her senses. That she wouldn't eventually come running into my arms and every dream I had drained away from me and I couldn’t see further than my bedroom walls.

Mum knocked on my door, “Colm! Are you up yet? What are you still doing in bed at half past eight?!” I groaned and rolled out of bed. Padding up to the door I flung it open, “I’m up Mum!” I felt her shock as she took in my appearance.

I stalked passed her, not really wanting to talk about but knowing that my mother would not let it go before she knew every single detail. “What on earth have you been doing!” she screeched as I came into the kitchen, my Dad just looked at me with his jaw on the floor, “Well I guess it is safe to say things didn’t go well then. I knew that Morgan could pack a punch.” I growled at him.

“Did Morgan do that to you?” My mum was hysterical; she inspected my nose and generally whittered around me making sure that I wasn't hurt. It was nice and comforting to have her caring for me.

“No it wasn't Morgan, It was Hunter.” It was at least less shameful to have been hit by a man than Morgan. “I kissed her and she ran out. So I went to her flat a while later to let her calm down and he was there. Morgan looked upset, because that wanker probably told her he’s leaving again. I told Morgan that we had to talk about the kiss and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor at their feet. She was protective of him, making sure that he was okay.” Mum pulled me into a hug, while Dad just ruffled his paper.

“Don’t worry dear, she’ll come around.” Mum patted me on the back, “Now, I’ll make your favourite for breakfast.” My Mum had gotten it into her head when we met Morgan that she and I would be perfect together, new and old Belwicket combined. The fact that I loved Morgan made it all the easier to believe that it would happen. She had never even factored in Hunter because he was never around but now he was; the life that I had planned, the life Mum had hoped on was gone.

Dad’s discomfort levels rocketed up around five levels and Mum demanded to know what was wrong with him. “Look son, I know that you have feelings for Morgan but I think it is time to face facts: she doesn’t feel the same way about you.” My Dad didn’t speak often but when he did he was generally right, the pain was worse than Hunter’s punch. “She is obviously very in love with her young Hunter and I don't think that he is going anywhere. You’ll need to move past this, son.” He looked at me sternly, while Mum just glared at him.

“Don't listen to him, Morgan and you would be perfect together, you mustn’t give up hope.” Mum’s hope was beginning to grate on my nerves, my Dad was right. Morgan had made her choice, I may not like it and I may want her to choose differently but that wasn't for me to decide.

“Katrina stop putting ideas in the boy’s head. Morgan does not belong to him or to us for that matter. It is not up to us to decide her life for her, she has made her decision, in fact I never think she even had to consider it, Hunter is the one that she wants to spend her life with and if we want her to be in our coven we will have to accept him.” He stood up and folded his paper and left for work. Mum just stared after him dumbfounded. Dad hardly ever said anything against Mum, never stood up to, just let her go along with all her plans and plots. I suppose there is a first time for everything.

Mum just shook her head and looked utterly sad; her plans like mine had fallen through, now we needed new ones.

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We sat comfortably on the train; it was the middle of the morning the twilight period for the trains. No commuters and since it was near the end of the month so no shoppers were out. Morgan sat curled next to me reading a book and munching on some crisps apparently it was completely sacrilegious to go on any kind of journey without snacks. She looked tired, her eyes drooping with the rhythm of the train and sleepiness dulling the edges of everything. I stroked my fingers down her forearm which was resting on the table in front of us. Mostly trying to soothe her and appease my need to just stay in contact with her. I flicked lightly through the papers, not really paying attention to what I was reading always monitoring Morgan’s state of mind to pull her straight out of self pity at the slightest hint of it. But her chest rose steadily in sleep and I could see the flickers of dreams through her eyelids.

I didn’t want to wake her up when we got to Cork; she just looked so peaceful, which I was devoutly thankful for. I was tempted to just pick her up and carry her onto the Dublin train but I knew that she would kill me if she found out I thought that let alone did it. I slipped an arm around her shoulders pulling her close and gently coercing her into a state of awake and aware. Her big brown eyes fluttered up to me and I smiled at her. “Hello Sleepy, we have to change trains now.” She nodded slowly at me and stood up stretching and I couldn’t help but admire her long toned figure and then had to snap myself out of it before I did something completely inappropriate for the public’s eyes.

She fitted herself, snug into my side as we walked to the platform for the Dublin train. Once again we settled ourselves on the train; Morgan curled in the window seat, with her feet across my lap relaxed completely. I knew that I had to look over some paperwork before I got into the office but I really just wanted to sit with Morgan and the files lay unnoticed in my bag. “So what doo you want to do today?” she was still half asleep, looking at me through half closed eyes, but she smiled, shrugging slightly, “Don’t you have to work?”

“I can pop in and make sure that no one has been maimed or killed, and then we can spend the rest of the day around the city.” I smiled, getting as close to her as I could on the annoyingly separate train seats.

She nodded, “We could go for a nice lunch, since I am absolutely starving. I snorted thinking about the bag of crisps that she had just eaten, she was a bottomless pit, always hungry, but utterly adorable. Besides I was partial to a bit of good food myself, I ran a few good restaurants through my head, trying to pick one that Morgan would love. “So after you have stuffed yourself what would you like to do?” I smiled at her, hoping to get away with my cheek lightly. She only glared at me playfully, “I would like to wander around, see the doors of Dublin.”

“Now, why would you want to do that?” I asked, unable to resist tucking the stray locks of hair behind her ear.

Her quagmire eyes warmed as she brought her reason to the forefront; “”Because I want to find a favourite.”

She was the only person who could keep me guessing, though I was beginning to get an inkling as to what she meant: “And why would you want to find a favourite?”

She leaned a little closer to me and I had blocked out the rest of the train, her smile was soft and happy and it warmed my heart to see it, her fingers came up and stroked down my nose tapping the tip when she got to it, “Because I’m going to have my favourite door at our house.”

I tried to ignore the raging desire that took over me when she said our house and focus on the undeniable bubbling happiness that was infecting my body along with the lust. We would have a house together and she would have whatever she desired in our home, “Well then we shall walk all day until we have found it!” She beamed at me and leaned over the small distance between us to kiss me sweetly; I was greedy and stole a few more, before the lady across from us coughed disparagingly. We broke away from each other and I glared at her for interrupting a very good kiss, but Morgan just giggled and mouthed a sorry to the women, while pushing me away from her. I wanted to cry out from the loss of closeness, but settled for tracing the threads of her jeans on her legs, slung across my lap. “Anything else you would like to do?” I asked, trying to block the affronted woman from my vision and mind. Morgan shook her head, smiling sweetly. “So all you want to do in our trip to Dublin is look at doors?” This time she nodded, still smiling. “Well okay then that is what we will do.” I rested back against the seat, just looking at Morgan as she stared out the window at the passing countryside. After ten minutes she had nodded off again and myself being needlessly indulgent, spent the rest of the journey shamelessly staring at her.

We pulled into Heuston station half an hour later and I found myself waking her up again, “Do you want to go to the hotel and sleep while I head to work?”

She yawed but shook her head, “No, I’ll come to the office, I want to see it and I’ve slept enough for one day.” I snorted, knowing that she would get very sleepy and grouchy later on, she whacked me on the shoulder, glaring at me. I put on the best “who me?” smile I had and pecked her on the lips before pulling her out of the station and towards the office. I could feel the tension in the office from the front door, so I took a deep breath to steel myself for the disasters that awaited me inside. Morgan just looked at me in anticipation as I hovered near the door, “Aren’t you going inside?” she asked, confusion rife within her eyes.

“I am, I’m just stealing myself beforehand. Building myself up to it so that I am prepared for what will happen” My head had five different scenarios of destruction, each as unlikely and plausible as the next and all considered Mr. O’Conner and unfortunate situations including hanging from maypoles, being thrown from windows by bad potions and being accosted by gesticulating witches.

Morgan just looked at me, with amusement, she wasn't used to me being hesitant, “Well now aren’t you a good little boy scout!”

She had taken well to the family tradition of teasing, “I was a sea cadet, thank you very much!” I pulled her inside, only to groan when I saw that the builders had not yet put in the lift. “Are you up for a hike?”

Her expression darkened a little, Morgan wasn't one for extreme exercise, “Why?” she asked, looking at me accusingly as if I had kept a grave secret from her for my own amusement.

“Well my office is a few levels up and we don't have a lift yet.” That seemed like a safe way to put it, not too much information but enough to stop me from losing any limbs.

“How many levels is a few?” she asked pulling me to stop, looking me straight in the eye so that there is no possible way for me to lie to her.

I ducked my head and mumbled, “Fourteen.”

I scrunched up my face against the onslaught of pain and anger that was coming my way, “Fourteen! As in one more than thirteen, fourteen?!” I nodded, avoiding her gaze, “Fourteen flights of stairs! I have to walk up fourteen flights of stairs! This had better be worth it!” She jabbed my chest to emphasise her point. I had yet to look her in the eye, but I slipped my hand into hers and drew her towards the stairs. “I’ll carry you if you get too exhausted.” I squeezed her hand and kissed her temple as we climbed.

“I’ll hold you to that” she said darkly, “if I had known I was climbing Everest then I would have done some stretches.” Her grumblings, though most of them were aimed at me, were unusually endearing today and I couldn’t help but want to sweep her into my arms but I was enjoying the platitudes a little too much to stop them. “No bloody wonder you are exhausted if you have to do this every day!” She really was getting snarky if she had started using British idioms.

She caught sight of the number painted on the wall, “Oh hell! We’re only at ten!” she spun to look at me her face evident of her extreme upset and I had to concede that as much enjoyment as I was getting I couldn’t bear her being so in distress and quickly before she could even think about running, I swept her up behind me so I could carry her piggy-back.

“Hunter!” she squealed, “Put me down!”

“Well do you want to walk the rest?” I asked, knowing that my simple solution to her problem would have upset her, she didn’t like to be dependant unless it could be helped. “Or will you relax and let me carry you?”

She huffed but didn’t complain as I started to walk up the stairs, “Hunter you’re the boss here! You can't be seen to be carrying girls up the stairs! It’s not exactly appropriate!” I shook my head.

“You have been reading too many old novels,” I told her, “and since I am the boss I can do as I like, especially if it means carry my beautiful girlfriend up the stairs.” I could feel her cheeks heating up and I loved it, I knew that many got annoyed at beautiful women who didn’t think themselves so but for me it just made Morgan all the more enchanting because she never tried.

“Am I too heavy for you?” she whispered in my ear, her voice had lost the earlier upset and was now soft and low, causing goosebumps to rise on my neck.

“Please you are hardly heavier than a leaf,” I told her, “Besides I wouldn't be a very good fiancé if I couldn’t carry you up a few flights of stairs now would I?”

“I wouldn't mind if you couldn’t carry me upstairs, I would love you anyway.” Her hand came up to flatten down my hair before we entered the offices. I suppose she thought it would look more respectable if my hair was flat when we made an entrance with her on my back. “But I do love that you can carry me up the stairs.” Her lips placed a kiss just below my ear.

I placed her on her feet a few steps off our final destination, “Do you think that you can manage the last few steps since you are so concerned with my reputation?” I smiled down at her and tucked the escaped tresses away from her face.

She returned my smile, “I’m sure I can handle that.”

“Good.” I pecked her lightly on the lips, my hand clasped in hers we entered the corridor that held the offices of all the heads of department, well it would; eventually, when they were hired. I was at least happy to see that there was now a floor, walls and ceiling, it almost looked like a civilised place to work.

“It looks like a normal office.” Morgan said, sounding dissatisfied.

“Well what did you expect, floating files, fizzing potions and a few broomsticks?” I poked her sides as I led the way to my office.

“Oh hah hah! I at least expected a few pointy hats and capes. I am quite disappointed.”

“ I shall bring that up at the next meeting, I’m sure they will all agree to the new uniform if they have heard you where disappointed.” I pulled her to a halt at my door feeling a little like a boy who was about to show the girl he had a crush on the drawing that he has done for her.

“Good, because I won’t be coming here again if it is so dissatisfactory.” Her lips twitched straining against smile that threatened to break through.

“Well we can't have that now, can we?” My voice had lowered without my bidding and I wanted to just kiss her, without fear of any co-workers walking down the corridor and catching us. She shook her head and stepped in between my feet. Automatically my arms went around her slender waist, quite forgetting where we were. This girl was my complete undoing, I was beginning to think it would have been better to go to the hotel room first, we could have had some privacy and dumped the bags there. I swooped to close the distance between us, her presence both electrifying and dizzying and everything made sense as soon as her lips touched mine. Her body pressed into mine, and the last shred of decency I had compelled my hand away from her waist and to the door handle pressed against my back. I turned opening the door so that we could tumble into my office, the smallest semblance of privacy we could get at this moment in time.

As soon as the door was shut Morgan lost any reservation she had in the hallway and pressed me against the door, kissing me ferociously.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “What?” she demanded in a whisper moving her mouth a bit further away from mine than I felt respectable at this moment in time.

“I just find it a little funny that you worry about my respectability when I’m carrying you up the stairs and yet find no qualms in pushing me up against the office door.” I pulled her back to me, having been deprived of her for far too long.

“Oh, shush you!” she stepped closer to me, “and get back here!” she pulled me down to her and I only too happily kissed her back. I should have introduced her to my office years ago, if I had known that this is how it would be used. I spread my fingers across her back, pulling her closer and my other tangled in her hair to tilt her face towards me. We kissed over and over like two teenagers who had gotten a reprieve from the prying eyes of parents.

And then a knock sounded on my door. I groaned and mumbled for them to go away, but Morgan swatted me away. “Go and answer the door,” she scolded me straightening her appearance “It may be important.” She pushed me away towards the door which opened to Mr. O’Conner. I repressed the urge to hex him into the next century for interrupting us and then the groan that rose when I realised it had to be really important for him to come straight to me.

I put on my best smile, “Mr. O’Conner. What can I do for you?”

“I ... em, am ... glad that I ... uh, caught you. I, uh ... have some ... em important ... matters to .. uh, discuss.” His watery eyes blinked more than usual and they widened when he caught sight of Morgan behind me, “Oh .. uh I am ... sorry to ... err, interrupt you ... I shall, uh ... come back ... later.”

“There’s no need for that. Mr. O’Conner can I introduce you to my fiancé Morgan Rowlands.” I pulled him and closed the door, Morgan came forward.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you Mr. O’Conner. Hunter has told me a lot about you.” She shot me a look of amusement and I was glad to know that she now understood my rather cruel mocking of the poor man.

“It is ... uh, nice to ... err meet ... you.” He shook her hand tentatively and I took an unprecedented amount of joy in the fact that he was a few inches shorter than Morgan’s five foot seven. He dropped her hand like a hot potato and turned back to me. “If ... you uh, ... don’t mind ... Mr. Niall ... can we ... uh, discuss these ... um, matters.” His head shining with perspiration.

“Of course, it’s no problem.” I told him, smiling kindly.

“I’ll leave you to work, Mr. Niall” Morgan came to stand next to me, “Since it’s a nice day why don't I go and pick up some sandwiches and we can sit in St Stephens Green and have a picnic.”

I nodded, “Sure, we should be done in about an hour, and I’ll meet you there.” She smiled and pecked me on the lips, sweetly and said goodbye to Mr. O’Conner. My office which seemed so bright and warm while she here was now back to the dull and plain box filled with paperwork. I turned to Mr. O’Conner and motioned for him to continue.

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I shut the door to Hunter’s office sighing, I let myself fall back onto it. I tried not to collapse into giggles but it was very hard, it seemed entirely wrong to be down in dark depression yesterday yet floating on a cloud nine, rose tinted, love infected bubble today. But though I was finding it hard to regain my equilibrium, I never wanted this honeymoon period to end. With Ciaran’s death it felt like the last link to my dark heritage was gone, I didn’t have to feel like the daughter who deserted him, betrayed him. I was free to be good, I didn’t have to justify it to him.

I was in love, I was getting married and life was good. Life would stay good, I didn’t have to look over my shoulder and if the occasion arose in which I had to defend myself I knew I could and I knew that other people, namely Hunter, were also there to look after me. Hunter was the only person I ever depended upon and I knew that I would always be able to, he would always be there for me in my time of need and when I wasn't. I pushed off the door, groaning when I remembered I had to go down all those stairs, why couldn’t someone put in the elevator! At least going downstairs is easier than coming up them.

I reached the front door breathing in the deep fresh air, it was one of those spring days were it was warm and everything seemed to pop straight out of Technicolor fifties. I decided to wander along the River Liffey until I found a deli to buy us lunch. I was completely looking forward to lying in the park with Hunter, eating and talking and snoozing in the sun. I was glad I still had my overnight bag slung over my shoulder and my book happily placed inside, Hunter may have scoffed at my new interest in old romantic novels but it was his sister to blame! It was Alwyn that sent me some Jane Austen for my birthday and I have become a little bit addicted to them. I imagined lying on Hunter’s stomach in the grass with the sun over head, reading about the perils of the ladies of Cranford. It was almost a too perfect image to bear. I tried to keep my smile under wraps but it was just too hard to not smile and I was afraid that I was looking slightly demented as I tried to frown. So I just smiled.

I found a tiny deli a corner away from the park and was drawn in instantly by the smell of baking soda bread. The woman behind the glass counter had flour on her cheek and in her black hair, she had deft hands that seemed to simultaneously take bread out of the oven, wrap up salad and take money from customers at the same time. I waited in the long queue, looking at all the treats that were on offer. I couldn’t make my mind up it all looked delicious. The counter cabinet was filled with dishes of delicious looking food, sundried tomatoes and pasta and stuffed mushrooms. I still hadn’t decided what I wanted by the time I had gotten to the front of the queue but ten minutes later when I left the shop I was laden down with two bags stuffed full with food. I hoped that Hunter was hungry.

I walked into the park, which was humming with activity. Mom’s sat with strollers, gossiping on the benches. Older children ran around with kites and footballs, playing. People from the surrounding offices sat with ties loosened and newspapers making the most of their hours reprieve from hum-drum work. Students from Trinity College lay around with textbooks and coffee, studying furiously for their final exams. I walked around, looking for the perfect spot for our lunch. I found it after ten minutes of walking around, or maybe my standards just got lower as the heavy bags of food wrenched my arms off, a wide elm tree that left dappled light patches over the grass which seemed softer than most grass. It had a perfect view of lake and several happy little duck families. I slid my light jacket off, laying it on the ground and dumped my burdensome load of food beside it. I collapsed on the ground getting myself comfortable, I still had five minutes until Hunter arrived so I pulled out my book and settled in to wait for him.

My senses tingled a few minutes later as I felt Hunter entering the park. His senses reached out to me, twisting themselves in mine. “Where are you?” his voice sounded in my head, my hairs stood up on end.

“I’m under a tree.” I sent back, obliquely.

“Oh, really well that is incredibly helpful.” He sounded only a little annoyed. “You owe me you know, I just spent the last hour going over all the different barrier spells, and I do mean all of them, arguing their ethical standing with a muggle!”

Aww poor, Hunter, I almost felt sorry for him, “And how is that my fault?”

“Because you left me alone with him!” He was whining and wandering around the green trying to find me, I laughed quietly to myself, it was a bizarre game of hide and seek.

I took pity on him, “Turn right.” I sent him and seconds later he ducked into the shade of my tree. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw him looking a little grouchy. He landed next to me, slinging his arm across my back and burying his face in my hair. I felt him relax completely and I rolled over to look at him.

He smiled down at me, “How are you feeling?” he kissed the tip of my nose.

“I’m feeling fine,” I told him, “a little hungry but I think I can solve that.” I pointed to the picnic behind me. Hunter’s eyes widened.

“Why did you buy enough food to feed a small third world country?” I sat up to grab the bag, digging through it to remove the things I was desperate to try first.

“It all looked so good and my stomach couldn’t decide so I got a little of everything.” I cut the bread with the plastic cutlery the nice proprietor had given me and topped it off with the cut ham and some tomatoes, practically cramming it into my mouth. Hunter laughed at me as I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure of the little haven in my mouth.

“What else have you got in Aladdin’s cave,” he leaned over me poking in the bags.

I slapped his arms away, “Oh so now you are interested, well sorry but I’m just going to eat it all myself.”

“Now I know that you have a very large appetite, but even you couldn’t eat all of that and not feel like a puffer fish, you’re going to have to share and I am very handily here to help you consume it all.” He reached again for the food and this time I grabbed his hand using all my strength to stop his hands. He cocked an eyebrow at me and I smirked down at him. “So you’re going to physically restrain me from the food?” I nodded, wanting to laugh as I saw the amusement leak into his eyes.

The next thing I knew I was being spun around and Hunter pinned me to the ground. My mouth fell open in shock and he began shake with laughter above me. I struggled to hit him, while he laughed “Hunter!” but he had my arms locked at the elbows, “Hunter, let me go!”

“Not until you say I can have food.” He had over looked one flaw in his plan: he hadn’t restrained my legs. I brought my knee up, hard, he winced as I made contact with his thigh. His arms let go of me and I began to scramble away on my hands and knees to protect my food. I was within touching distance when I felt Hunter’s hand clasp around my calf and I was dragged backwards squealing.

Hunter used his extensive knowledge of my body to hit all of my ticklish spots and soon I was writhing in extreme pain, “Ahh! ... No! Hunter! ... Stop! Please stop!”

The torture continued and I was gasping for air, “Say I can have food.”

“Alright fine! You can have food! Just please stop tickling me!” I squealed.

His hands stilled instantly on my sides, “Good.” He said, victoriously and he flopped us down onto the grass, my back half on his chest, and head in the crook of his arm.

“Brat.” I grumbled when I had gotten my breath back.

“But you love me.” Confidence was evident in his tone.

“Well I’m reconsidering now!” I crossed my arms and legs to highlight the huff that I was in.

“What can I do to convince you?” he murmured as he placed kisses down my neck, which I really wish he wouldn't do when I am trying to be in a huff with him! It’s just too good to resist! I tried to stay still and unresponsive, tried to stay in a huff but it was entirely difficult. Hunter’s hands pressed into my sides and involuntary I arched into him. His mouth stayed pressed into the hollow of my throat, “Are you still reconsidering?” he mumbled on my skin, I shook my head not thinking of much more than his mouth, I couldn’t even remember what it was we were talking about. He kissed up my throat, placing gentle kisses on the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t care less about being huffy, all I wanted was for him to kiss me: properly. “Convinced yet?” his voice whispered a little hoarsely near my ear, convinced of what? What on earth was he talking about? And why wasn't he kissing me! I whimpered pulling him closer and he seemed to stop teasing me. He kissed me fully on the mouth his hand at the back of my neck pulling me into him.

His kiss left me spinning in bliss and lusty oblivion, his lips moved with mine, keeping the kiss in a slow perfect roll, like a wave that rose in perfect tension only to crash in pleasure then build back up again. I was completely lost at sea, in the vast Hunter Niall ocean which I was only too happy to be shipwrecked in. Hunter rolled us over so that I was cradled on top of his body. Still kissing him fiercely I slid up his body, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him closer. His arms had wrapped around my back, pressing my hips into him.

He groaned into me which unleashed every harlot instinct in me. I slipped my hand up his shirt, revelling in the tight muscles and soft skin. His hands tightened on my waist and I could tell that he was teetering on the edge, entirely aware that we were in public and yet wanting me to keep doing what I was doing. I suppressed the urge to laugh as it would have kind of ruined the moment. But I still felt the thrill that was causing Hunter break completely through his self control.

“Mam, what are they doing?” Oh goddess, I cringed in embarrassment.

“Derek! Come away, that’s nothing that concerns you.” The irate sounding mother admonished, I turned around just in time to see a dark haired woman pushing a buggy walking away rather quickly from us, her hand latched on to the arms of a little dark haired boy who was waving cheerily at Hunter and I.

“Oh, god!” I groaned, burying my head in Hunter’s shoulder. He was shaking with laughter and I whacked him, “Stop laughing it isn’t funny!”

“It’s a little funny.” He rolled us over into a sitting position, “Now come on, let’s sit up and eat our lunch like respectable members of society before we got thrown out of the park!”

“You started it!” I huffed, but decided that it was probably best not to end up in jail.

So we eat our lunch like respectable and proper members of society and waited till we got into the hotel room to continue.