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It is colder in the big house, high up in the hills outside of town, but with a glowing fire and the sunshine streaming through some clouds it warms the place up perfectly in no time.
I want to follow Blake, see what he’s up to, help him, but his word was firm.
Stay put.
And I know now that he doesn’t want me wandering off for anything, even if it’s to find him.
I sigh again, wondering what’s wrong with me. Why I can’t breathe normally...like there’s a fluttering ache in my chest that won’t stop but makes me want to breathe more of it all the time?
It’s him. I know it’s him.
Damn you, Blake Barnes. Dam you for being so perfect.
It doesn’t take Blake long, and I hear some pipes groaning and some shuddering in the ancient walls of the house, but I know he’s done what he said he would.
Not long after, I hear the sound of running water and a little later some steam finds its way down the stairs with Blake calling out that my bath is almost ready.
Making me clutch at his shirt, at the blanket, but drawn more to the sound of him than the feel of his memory on me.
It’s still new, not feeling shy like this. But I make my way through the hallway, pausing to study some of the old woodwork and finery that shows through heavy cotton drapery, then I make my way up the heavy wooden staircase and follow the steam to Blake.
“I gotta bit of work to do,” he admits, eyeing some peeling paintwork in the bathroom.
“I thought this wasn’t your house?” I ask, not really caring as he hugs me and his full warmth against mine compliments his shirt robe perfectly.
“I just want it to be perfect, for you Lois,” he murmurs. “For us.”
I inhale the new scent, a heady mix of vintage bath oils and perfume from the steaming tub, which looks so inviting I only hope Blake will join me.
“It’s Mrs. B’s house… for now,” he says, seeming distracted.
“But I’ll work something out. I promise. Now get in the tub will ya? You’re freezing, look!”
He presses both his thumbs to my stiff nipples, making me moan and swoon on the spot before he takes me into his arms and kisses me deeply again.
So deep I feel a familiar sensation rising again.
“I’ll make us something to eat. You just soak in that tub until I say so. Okay?” he says firmly, sliding me out of his shirt and into the perfect hot water of the tub.
I almost gasp, sinking deeper and deeper into it, until I realize that like everything in this place, it works. It’s made to last and it’s just perfect.
I sink into my second heaven for the day and only open my eyes when Blake reappears with a tray of two plates. My favorite, lasagna.
“Don’t ask,” he says, slipping his pants off and putting a thick board across the bath before running some fresh hot water.
“Just let me drain the plug a little and get in there behind you.”
I slide forward and drain the tub a little, letting Blake manage the faucet as fresh hot water streams into our new dining room.
With no effort, he plants himself behind me, and our dinner in front as I catch myself sighing again, realizing this man is a force of nature.
A natural wonder.
Leaning back into his firm body and smiling at his extra hardness against my own back, I can’t wait to eat something…
Or wait for it to be over, so he can show me what he has planned next.
Chapter Sixteen
Blake
It’s been a while since I fired the boiler up, maybe longer since a decent meal, but with Lois, I have to.
I’ve got a lot of work ahead to get the house ship-shape for her, but before that I know she still has questions.
And I have a few of my own.
“You really meant all that stuff about babies?” I ask her, trying not to sound so eager. My heart is in my throat at the thought of it…
This whole place, filled with little Lois’ and even littler Blake’s.
She murmurs her agreement, and I help her to a fork full of my own food, wanting to get as much nourishment into her as I can. I haven’t seen her eat since we even met.
It’s not a five star meal, but it’s warm and there’s plenty of it.
I’ve missed my food too, since being stuck up here and I decided it might be time to get out… to get away even, just for a little while.
The world is gonna have their Blake Barnes story, so it may as well come from the only reporter I trust.
“What do you want, Lois. I mean, what do you really want?” I ask her, pushing the board of plates a little further away from us as I wrap my hands around her once we’re done eating.
