It was nearly 11 in the evening, and I still hadn't cracked the code on how to track Katherine as I sigh frustrated, before I start again, trying to find a way to track her. I was in my pyjamas, but I wasn't tired at all - I was determined to find a way to solve this.
Roger went out of the bathroom, yawning and waving his hands in the air to get rid of any water left in them after washing them. He came behind Eliza and hugged her, whispering into her ear, "Let's go sleep now, Ms. Eliza. We're all tired."
I nod carefully. "That's not a bad idea, I guess. I've gotten nowhere with this tracking Katherine mission, and that's why I've been holed up in here for four hours, looking like I walked through hell." I chuckle softly at the last point before I turn around. "Only problem is that I'm gonna have a hell of a time falling asleep after drinking six cups of coffee."
"Not if I tire you out," He replied cheekily as he scooped her up and carried her in his arms, bridal-style. He had on some silk pajama pants and a button-um matching pajama shirt buttoned only halfway through. Roger looked straight into Eliza's eyes, a small and daring unusual curl of his hair over his forehead.
I was wearing a tank top and Harry Potter themed pyjama pants. I blush a little as you scoop me up. "How do you plan to go about it? The way most people suggest how to tire someone out, well, it's the one thing you're not comfortable doing with me." I say, as I couldn't help but tug gently on Roger's curl, chuckling gently as I look straight into your eyes.
I couldn't help but blush brightly, an adorable smile ghosting my face. "I agree with you. I've never done it though, so I would have no idea of what I'm doing." I chuckle. "Is that your plan to tire me out then, you cheeky boy?" I say jokingly, poking your cheek affectionately.
"Well, the other one was going to the gym but I am just too lazy to do that." He joked as he went in to kiss Eliza devotionally for almost half a minute before he pulled back, "By the way, remember I've done it once, and I did not enjoy it. It was also about 3 years ago, so please bare with me, I don't know what I'll be doing either. I guess it'll be more of a bonding of us rather than a sexual endeavor."
"Yes, bonding for sure. But I feel like it'll be something...different then most people who show physical affection." I smile brightly as we eventually arrive at the bed. "Oh my lord, this bed is absolutely huge Roy." I chuckle and smile, teasingly pecking your lips for a short moment before pulling away.
He gulped as he felt it coming. He was about to do it. He couldn't believe it. He loved Eliza so, that he was willing to try it again for her. The thought only made him smile and pull back from the kiss for a second to speak while unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, "I really do hope you understand how much I love you to do this with you."
"Of course I understand. This is a huge step for you, Roger, one that you never thought you would do again. And like with everything we do, I will always be there every step of the way." I say as I unbutton your last button on your shirt, blushing slightly as I saw you shirtless.
Just as Roger finishes his sentence, I lean up and kiss his, still gentle, but with a renewed energy of sorts, my hands resting on his bare stomach as my eyes fluttered shut, letting instinct take over what I should do next, my fingers dancing across your stomach.
I smile through the kiss as you unbuckle my bra. I softly trace shapes at the top of your hips where bare skin was showing, before my hands grasped your waistline covered by your pyjama pants, my fingers resting on the hem.
I nod, smiling brightly as I take off my pyjama pants and underwear, leaving me bare as well. I couldn't help but glance up and down at you. "Roger, you're the handsomest thing that I've ever seen." I blush brightly as I trace your bare hips with my fingers.
OOC: Do you want to timeskip, or nah? It's your call.
Several minutes later, Roger found himself cuddle-spooning Eliza, now with his pants back on. It hadn't been anything wild, really. He wouldn't refer to what they did as having sex, but rather as making love, as that was what it had been for him.
I smiled warmly as I felt Roger's arms wrap around me. I had all my clothes, minus my shirt, back on me. The experience had been rather amazing, but unlike a passionate fling, what we just did was making love instead of doing it for pleasure, it was rather a chance for us to bond physically. After a few peaceful moments of silence, I finally speak up. "I don't know about you, but that was absolutely amazing, Roger. And I know how much courage that it took for you to do this, and I can tell you that you are way more courageous than I will ever be. What I want to say, is thank you. Not just for this amazing experience, but for absolutely everything that we have done together as a couple. I thought that no one would fall in love for me, and I came to accept that, but then I met you. You changed my life, gave advice and new perspectives on life, but you gave me the opportunity to love, and be loved. I am head over heels in love with you Roger. You truly are my better half. You're always so sweet, yet brave, but also very intelligent, so I want to thank you for letting me have the honorable privilege of falling in love with the most respectful and wonderful man on Earth, named Roger Norwood."
He smiled at her, he would have replied something really long back but he felt that the words were enough for Eliza to understand what he meant, "I think it is fair to say that you have been my greatest blessing."
"I suppose I am, but in turn, you are also my greatest blessing." I say as I snuggle into your arms. "So, how was the experience of this whole "making love" thing? Do you think it might be something we'd try again?" I ask, wanting your honest opinion.
"I absolutely loved it. A little painful at first, but I expected that, but it was amazing. You really know how to take my breath away, Roy, and in a good way." I smile and relax against your bare chest, my head feeling your rhythmic heart as I smiled drowsily, trying to fight off sleep.
I was in my tank top and sweatpants that I was wearing earlier, my hair in a messy bun. I was in the kitchen, cooking a supper that consisted of shepherd's pie, something that was Irish, to perhaps remind you of home a little. I was sitting on the counter, waiting for the shepherd's pie to finish cooking in the oven when I hear you walk in.
I chuckle a little. "I know with what's been going on, there's been a lot to take in over the past week, that might have made you think back, so I decided to bring Ireland to Russia, but I have no idea how it'll taste. Anyways, I need to talk to you anyways, and I've been meaning to do so, but the right opportunity never came." I say nervously.
"So, while we were on our walk, Charles kindly decided to mention how I shouldn't consider myself as special because you've been with others to experiment with your sexuality, treating them similarly to how you treat me today. And that part, I was perfectly fine with, since I understood how you weren't sure what sexuality you were for a little while. However, Charles seems to be convinced that I'm nothing more than another experiment, even though I know in my heart that it is not true, but my head considers it as a possibility. That's when I got the idea to perhaps find a way for you and your brothers to live happily together, not only for the sake of all three of you, but to prove Charles wrong show him that I was special to you. But since that plan hasn't been working, I've been stressing out trying to make it work. Roger, I love you so, so much, with everything I have. I know you probably feel the same, I just need to find a way to get this doubt out of my head that Charles put in about me not being special to you."
"Eliza..." he started but then stopped with a chuckle, "You are my everything. Charles is a manipulator, dear." he held on softly to her face, "He is my brother and I love him, but you'r letting him get to you."
I nod, and break out into a chuckle, relieved that the stress was lifted off my shoulders as the oven timer went off. "On a much more Irish note, supper's ready. Shall we see if the pie is edible?" I walk over to the oven and take it out, placing the tray on a cooling rack.