His hands were zigzagging down the laces of her corset, pulling it away, stroking her bare skin. She surrendered to the roughness of them with a sigh, pressing herself closer and wiggling out of her bloomers. They rolled over and knocked against a wall, eliciting a round of giggles.
Nellie wrapped her legs around his to pull them even closer. She moved her lips against his. They danced together in a perfectly synchronized duet.
The night slipped away and pink dawn light slanted across the bed. He was sleeping softly, but Nellie watched the sun creep behind London's everpresent curtain of clouds. A slow, silent tear stroked her cheek and she turned to look at her lover.
Funny, she could only fool herself that Albert was someone else in the midnight dark.
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