Atticus and Rose were taking a few risks that evening at dinner. They were sitting just across from each other and were smiling warmly at each other, laughing to every word they mouthed. They played a game of footsie under the long table, trying not to bump into any dinner guests. While Atticus went a bit too far trying to click Rose's garter off with his shoe, she almost slid an extra salad fork to Violet next to her. Rose urgently turned her head and gave him the, that was too close look.

   After what seemed like forever, dinner ended and Rose said she felt a bit tired so she left the drawing room. While walking across the hallway towards the library, she gave Atticus her signal through the creek in the door. Atticus urgently set his scotch down and walked out of the room.

   Rose pushed her bedroom door closed and slipped her shoes off. She walked towards her vanity and took her earrings, head sash, and pearls off, and shimmied the side of her dress to get the zipper down.

  "Let me help you with that," Atticus whispered as he walked through the opening in the door. He slid her dress off of her shoulders as it fell to the floor and coiled like a snake. Atticus softly kissed her neck as Rose felt pretty uncomfortable, just standing there in the middle of the room in stockings and a teddy slip.

   "Oh, sorry," Atticus drew the curtains back and closed the door. Rose smiled and put her arms around his neck. He picked her up and let her feet swirl a little bit, before he laid her on the bed.

   Rose put her arm in an awkward position when she unbuttoned the slip, but it eventually came off.

   15 minutes later and Rose hadn't felt more alive. She braced Atticus' pulsing back muscles as he took her up and down in a rhythmic pattern.

   "You know what's funny?" He says, almost out of breath. "I forgot to get dessert after dinner."

  "Oh, shut up," Rose said, laughing. "This is dessert for you," she said, and she pushed over and got on top of him.

damn son!

XX Katy