“This is all it takes?”
“Aye, I canna wait, I need tae take yer clothes off.” He scooped my chemise up over my head and off. He smiled widely.
I crossed my arms across my chest and shivered. “Too cold, we need to get into the bed, or warm the room.”
He picked up the chemise and put it down over my head and held it so I could put my arms back in. “I will build the fire, but ye canna distract me with yer body or I winna be able tae.”
I put my arms out. “Is this distracting?”
“Aye, verra, I deeply regret puttin’ yer chemise back on ye.” He ran his hand through his hair again. “Och I would greatly like tae pull yer hem up and peek underneath, just a small peek.”
I crossed my arms across my chest. “No peeking. You, m’laird, were going to build the fire. Do you want me to build the fire?”
He said, “Och, tae watch ye kneel by the hearth, yer arse right there — twould end me.”
I turned around with my hand blocking my rear. “Is this better?”
“Nae,” he loudly sighed. “I can see yer wrist, Ashy, I would like tae kiss ye, right there on yer pulse, ye ken, and yer elbow just above it, and then just beyond…”
“Very funny, Lochie, but it’s freezing in here.”
“Right. Tis. I am buildin’ the fire.” He crouched beside the hearth and began poking the coals and adding logs.
I went to the bed and climbed on it, my knee bonking on the board where no mattress covered it. “Ow!”
He said, “Och nae, twas yer knee?”
I fake cried, “There’s barely any mattress!”
He frowned, comically, “Tis a poor treatment, but not directed at us specifically. I daena think there is a good mattress for years.”
I patted around on the bed, “It’s lumpy!” I started kneading the soft parts out to cover the bare.
He stood there with his hands on his hips. “Och now ye are crawlin’ around on the bed.”
“And you are done building the fire.” I said, “If me, in a giant chemise, crawling on an uncomfortable bed, covered from head to toe in billowing fabric, is getting your engine roaring, you better get over here.”
He laughed, “My engine roaring!”
“You never heard that before?”
“Nae.” He kicked his shoes off while I pulled the blanket over me.
“Ye are drivin’ me wild, ye are verra sexy.” He crawled onto the bed and lay down on me.
His face was dimly illuminated by a flashlight on the edge of the table.
I watched his expression as we looked deeply in each other’s eyes. “Lochie, what happens if we don’t get out of here before the flashlight batteries run down?”
He kissed me. Then said, “Tis borrowin’ trouble, in the morn we will attempt tae use the vessel again.”
I pushed him to the side and squiggled to the table and turned off the flashlight. “Just in case.”
I lay back down and he climbed on me again. He kissed me deeply, stirring me to excitement, but then through the heat and passion of the moment, I heard a small whirr sound.
I stilled.
Whirrrr.
