|Another BTC for Haunted Honeymoon
Author: Upeasterner PM
We all know why a young widow wouldn't be afraid of welcoming complete strangers into her house on a dark-and-stormy night...but I always wondered what was going on in the Master Cabin just before Harvey and Gladys barged on in.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Supernatural/Humor - Words: 456 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 2 - Published: 06-28-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8264305
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In the alcove, Capt. Gregg barely noticed when the power went out. He worked, always, by candlelight, careful to keep his sea charts away from the flickering wick and the inevitable wax that pooled at the bottom of each taper. It was the moaning of the wind and the creaking timbers of his ship that roused him, finally, from his studied measurements the tides and currents eternally shifting in the maritime area below. He wasn't sure how he could accurately chart the Atlantic shoals without a ship, but then there was much he didn't know about why spirits understand certain things.
The young widow stirred above, in the Master Cabin. He intuited that also. Best to check, he thought, pushing begrudgingly away from the desk. The need for physical contact vanished as he placed his quill carefully to the side. By the power of thought alone he materialized in their bedroom, straight to the telescope where he pretended to focus on the lightning flashes illuminating the roiling sea. Just in case.
His meticulous attention to mortal detail was rewarded when Carolyn rolled toward him. He felt her relief at his presence – surely she'd never weathered such a gale before – and at the sound of her fumbling with the darkened alarm clock, he turned to gaze at the finest female figure he'd ever seen.
Carolyn sat, and stared back, the beginnings of an impish smile on her lip. She raised her eyebrows coquettishly before sliding her feet in the slippers beside the bed. Silently, he handed her the robe draped over the chair by the desk, wondering if she'd deliberately let slip down her arm the delicate thread of the nightgown's shoulder strap. His eyes traced the alluring slope of her naked shoulder as it trailed upwards to her neck and the tantalizing hollow just behind her ear
Neither spoke. That would violate their implicit understanding that without words, there was nothing inappropriate about these nightly, silent assignations. At least tonight, Captain Gregg thought, there was good reason for his silent watch in her bedroom. He lit with a glance the candle by the door so she could check on the children.
She paused on her way out, glancing over her shoulder to where he sat on the edge of the desk. Would she come to him, tonight finally, to test the full measure of the man in spirit form?
Over the sudden roar of the thunder they heard the sudden pounding on the door. Carolyn jumped, their connection severed for the moment. He opened the door for them both, trailing her protectively down the stairs as she ill advisedly descended to meet the mortals who'd boarded ship without permission.