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Violet: Chapter 20, The Visitation

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Chapter 20: The Visitation

The group gathered around the brunch table the next day was a fairly cheerful one, despite a few hangovers, sleepy yawns, and the specter of Luke Garrett's threats. Katherine, the darling matron, declared over her omelet, “oh my goodness, my head! I always forget I'm not some resilient young debutante once the games begin and the punch goes around. I think I had a few too many.”

George Spencer, their guest for the day, regarded Mrs. Ambrose with the sweetest look of concern. He patted her shoulder and slyly passed her a packet of headache power, which she received gratefully, shaking it into her water. Violet chuckled, noticing the exchange.

“Oh George,” Violet said affectionately, “ever the knight in shining armor.”

The young doctor smiled and blushed at his friend's praise. “Just doing my job. It wouldn't do to let our dear Katherine suffer, especially with all the revelry yet ahead. Thank you, by the way, to all of you for your numerous invitations. Are you quite sure you wouldn't prefer it to be only family?”

Charles tutted. “Don't be silly George. You are family! You're always invited.”

“Unlike your housemate,” Jo huffed under her breath.

“Jo!” Will and Charles admonished, simultaneously, forks paused in mid-air. Although they both loathed Luke Garrett, they were sensitive to the fact that airing such grievances in company, to the man he lived with, might be unseemly.

George put up a hand as he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, hurrying to speak. “It's quite alright, Jo! We're all well-acquainted here, and it's no secret that he can be rather...eccentric and difficult.”

You mean 'cruel and abusive', George. When will you see it? And why can't you?, Violet thought to herself, sipping her tea and risking a quick and knowing glance towards Will, thanking him wordlessly for his comfort the night before, in the aftermath of Garrett's harm.

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Violetta reflected on how she held Will's hand, guiding him to her bed. Even if it was just a few stolen moments, she wanted his offered embrace, his gentle nature, his caring hands cradling her. For his part he desperately craved the soft presence of her in his arms. He needed to smell her sweet violet perfume, feel the warmth of her snuggled against his broad chest.

Will had noticed the red chafing on her cheek, and carefully avoided grazing it as he asked, “What is this? Does it hurt?”

“Garrett grabbed my face and kissed me there, I scrubbed until I could no longer smell his vile stench, but I could swear I still feel it there...his horrible touch.”

Will gasped, “God, how awful! That disgusting man. May I kiss you there? Erase his touch with mine?”

“Please,” she begged in a quite whisper, welcoming his lips against her skin as they caressed the hurt away.

When he traveled back to her lips, she deepened their kisses quickly, hungrily, desperate for the comfort of him. “Remind me that I'm yours...that I'm safe,” she pleaded into his ear.

“My pleasure, darling. If I touch you, can you be quiet for me?'

She nodded, eager to be good for him. “Si, Padre...but I'm so tired. I can't return the favor.”

“It's not a favor, Bella. I want to feel you,” he purred, running his hand up her thigh, grasping between her legs until he was cradling her mound, feeling its warmth and arousal. She pulled his face to hers as he slid his fingers inside of her. Violetta poured her quiet moans into the soft flesh of Will's mouth so he might trap them for himself, within himself. They were his, all his, and the ears of the rest of the world would never hear them. Their richly-laden silence; their secret.

“I love how you feel around me...inviting me inside...so open to me,” he purred out in a breathy growl, as he slid her nightgown down her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He kissed gently down her throat, more cautious this time about leaving marks. The parson closed his eyes; sensing her by scent, by feel, by the warmth and topography of her skin which he was beginning to know so well. He sensed his way to her breast like this, mouthing at it eagerly while her back arched towards him. Beneath the tender flesh he could feel the robust pulse of her heart reaching out to him.

Her breath moved more quickly, beginning to hitch and sigh, playing a melody over the percussion of her heartbeat. He pushed his palm harder against her mound, flicking his wrist to pulse and push deeper where she was warm and thick and sweet like honey swirling around his fingers. She beginning to tremble. As his thumb massaged her clit he clasped his free hand over her mouth, just as he had that first time. The thought made him open his eyes again, desperate to see the masterpiece redrawn, this time in the moonlight; eyelashes flickering, hair strewn and glossy like a cascade of raven feathers, bare shoulders and breasts kissed by the blue glow. “Magnificent” he pronounced, in awe.

As her breathing stilled her eyes grew heavy. She kissed him lazily, savoring the sight and sensation of him in the faint lunar light before the fog of dreams would find her. Will was slow to remove his touch from within her, relishing the feeling of her heartbeat entrusted in the palm of his hand, the all-encompassing intimacy of her offering, her soft submission to him. Reluctantly, he separated from her as she drifted off to sleep, kissing her flushed cheeks and forehead, as he eased off the bed.

In her sleep she whimpered and reached for his hand instinctively. “Stay...” she mumbled. The beckoning graze of her fingers hooking around his was so sweet, so innocently pining, that it melted his heart and left him powerless to resist. Will knew he couldn't stand to leave her yet, so he settled back in. Draping an arm around her waist, he curled her body against his and kept watch over this fierce and wondrous creature in her most vulnerable state.

“Alright darling,” he whispered into her ear as he stroked her tussled hair way from it. “But just for a little while.”

'A little while' became much longer. He lost all sense of time, simply feeling her breathe against him. He couldn't bring himself to go until the approaching hints of morning forced him from her bed to sneak back down the hallway.

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Will sipped a bit more of his coffee, grinning slightly at the fond remembrance. He would need a few cups today to be of much use to anyone, but a groggy few hours in the daylight were worth the moonlit ones he had with her.

As Violetta busied herself with helping the maids clear the table, the older couple took George aside to inform him of exactly what his friend and colleague had threatened their young charge with. “Can you believe it! Spreading rumors about her medical examination. Saying some woman had covered her with love bites! True or not, it's none of his business to speak of it. Lord knows we were all young once and up to mischief, I certainly was, but that gives him no right! He should lose his practice, George!”

George's face flushed a hot deep pink as skewers of guilt and panic burrowed into him. He felt horrible, realizing that Garrett must have half-heard the part of the exam he had conducted. His guilt turned to irate indignation when he thought of how low his friend...the friend he trusted, the friend he loved...had stooped in his avarice. Spencer's warm hazel eyes darted around in distress as he said, “Par..pardon me. I must see to Violet. Assure her...dear God. What a horrible thing to do!” They nodded as he hurried over, catching Violet as she dried her hands. Will observed warily (though he tried not to eavesdrop) as the three spoke and then as the young doctor set an arm gently on Violet's shoulder guiding her into the library.

He gulped nervously, finally pulling his eyes away from the closed library doorway where they had disappeared. The vicar forced a smile as he turned his attention back to his gleeful grandson, bouncing on his knee. This gave him some comfort, easing the tight cord of anxiety and the cold sting of jealousy. Patience; if God was teaching him any lesson by giving him this beautiful, fraught love, it was patience. Will had always considered himself a patient man, but he was quickly realizing that he barely knew the meaning and extent of the word after the trials of the last few months. He twitched with surprise, summoned out of his rumination by the feeling of Jo's long, cool fingers curling around his hand.

“Papa,” she said, meeting his blue eyes with her identical ones, “it'll be okay.”

“Wh...what do you mean, darling?” he asked, trying to feign ignorance.

Jo offered a gracious, knowing expression, freckled cheeks rising into a grin.

Will slowly exhaled. “Is it that obvious?”

Jo chuckled. “No...no. Not at all. Don't worry. But I can tell.”

“You always were like your mother that way.”

Jo nodded, a bittersweet nostalgia written across her face.

“Are...are you upset with me, Jo?”

She smiled broadly. “Upset? No, Papa! I'm thrilled...well, also surprised, and concerned about the practical side of things. But mostly I'm happy that you're finally happy again. It's nice to see some life in you.”

He smiled. “My sweet daughter, wise and kind as Queen Esther. I'm lucky to have you...but...please...”

“I know. I won't breathe a word.”

“Do you like her?” he asked tentatively.

“I adore her,” she answered sincerely. He released the breath he had been anxiously holding and they both beamed, holding hands.

“So do I,” he admitted with a shy smile.

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