Post by Nerweniel on Jan 22, 2005 7:51:52 GMT -5
Author Note: This fic has been co-written with Rikki and it is a "Murder by Death" fanfic... for those who haven't seen that movie, shame on you, go watch it 
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Happily Ever After[/b]
It was not without a very happy sigh that Mrs Dora Charleston handed her wide, travelling cloak to the young woman who’d been her maid for a few years now. Falling down in the couch in a slightly unladylike manner, she covered her eyes with a perfectly manicured hand for a split second, then smiled as she allowed them to scan her surroundings.
The comfortable New York flat with the antique, obviously expensive furniture and the large lounge seemed more welcoming than ever, and she found herself lightly touching the satin on the sofa as if to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
True, she and her husband had only been away for two days- but those two days had been about the most frightening as well as exciting days of her entire life, and even though she wasn’t too lady-ish to at least have enjoyed them a little, she was glad to finally be back in her comfortable, nice, warm flat altogether.
“Glad you are home, aren’t you, darling?”
Dick’s voice next to her ear startled her a little, but the reassuring squeeze of her husband in her hand made her smile again.
“Very, thank you. I believe Myron’s glad as well to finally be back.”
With amused eyes, the couple watched their beloved terrier- the only child they’d ever had- playfully chase its own tail, and Dora lazily leant her head back a little, simply enjoying the return to what she called “normal life”.
“Finally, dear? It’s only been two days, remember?”
Yes, two days indeed- but two rather turbulent days, Dora recalled, quickly glancing up at the man she’d shared her life with for almost twenty years now.
“Dickie-”
He’d given it away himself, and he knew it. She knew him too well after all these years of married life- and even the tiniest glint of guilt in those big, blue eyes of his did not go unnoticed.
Suddenly sitting straight up, unconsciously distancing herself from her husband in the process, Dora Charleston sent her husband a rather intent glare.
“Dickie, I do think there is something you need to explain.”
Dick Charleston looked at his wife uncomfortably. He had hoped she would have forgotten about that by now – but obviously her memory was as good as always.
“Dora, darling… It’s not that bad.” He smiled at her, trying to convince her to drop the topic but without luck.
“No Dickie. I demand an explanation. Now!” Dora rose from the sofa and marched over to her husband who poured himself a drink.
“Well, Darling, you see… I have miscalculated some of my investments. But I assure you it’s not that bad. You’ll see we’ll have our money back in no time.” Dick smiled as his wife in what he hoped was a reassuring way.
Dora rolled her eyes.
“Our money?” she asked, slightly amused. “When I checked last time it was the money I had brought into our marriage.” She turned around swiftly and sat down again on the sofa, crossing her legs.
Dick knew that she was right. He had been … well, not exactly poor but certainly not a rich man when he had met Dora. So it had come in quite handy that her parents had given her a generous dowry.
“Please, Dora. I told you we… you will have it back soon. I promise. And I’m sorry I kept you in the dark about it.” He went over to her and sat down next to her, taking her hand into his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it gently.
Dora closed her eyes. Dickie knew exactly what he was doing. That she couldn’t be angry with him when he touched her like this.
“I forgive you, Dickie,” she purred. She could feel him smile against her skin while his hands started caressing her cheek and neck. But when he leaned over to kiss an especially sensitive spot on her neck, just below the earlobe, she pulled away from him.
“Not now, Dickie. I’m starving. Let’s have dinner first. You know the dessert comes always last.” She got up from the sofa and swayed her hips seductively in front of his face. He groaned inwardly. She just had to do this. She knew she had that power over him.
And even when he used sex as an apology for his behaviour she was still the one in command. It was funny; Dickie had found himself wondering many times, how one woman could be so many different persons at the same time.
Contrary to what most people thought, he had not married Dora for money, all those years ago. True, of course she had been the only child of rather- wealthy parents, while he had been not. And well, he couldn’t deny that it had been quite an advantage that the girl who had caught his eye had not been just an ordinary flower girl- but he knew very well he would have married Dora anyway.
He did not know what had made him fall in love with her in the first place. She had been pretty, of course, just as she still was- but there was something else involved. Perhaps it was, above all other things, the fact that she had never wholly managed to be the proper, upper-class “Miss” her parents and surroundings had expected her to be. She had looked so damn innocent, he remembered, with her neat, red hair and those big, blue eyes- and yet she had been able to, with a wink and a witty remark, chase every impression of innocence away in a split second.
She had been exactly twenty-one and three months of age when they had finally married- the legal age, so she could marry without the consent of her not entirely agreeing parents, and- because she had received her rather large dowry nonetheless- they had never had to worry about money. A real fairytale come true indeed.
And perhaps they’d never been able to have children, and perhaps the money had almost all disappeared- but neither her blue eyes nor his adoration for them had ever faltered, and as they sat down for dinner together, a soft smile on her lips, Dickie realized that not much mattered then.
“What’s for dinner, darling?”
His question was easily answered, though, by the maid bringing the dishes in- and yet Dickie couldn’t but conclude that somehow it was more the look in his wife’s eyes than the smell of the steak in front of him that brought the water into his mouth.
He waited until the maid had left again before he leaned over the table and took Dora’s hand into his stroking her palm with his thumb in slow circles.
“You know this is torture what you’re doing,” he said huskily. Dora merely raised an eyebrow and watched him with an amused look on her face. She knew what powers she held over him but today he seemed especially responsive to her little tricks.
“But Dickie, I think you deserve to suffer a bit.” She answered before pulling her hand out of his and beginning to eat. And she made damn sure he did suffer all through the meal. Knowing how tiny gestures could excite her husband she let her tongue graze over her lips more than necessary.
Dick sighed and tried to finish the meal quickly. He couldn’t bear to watch Dora behave like this. Of course he knew she was right. He deserved to suffer for withholding the information from her. But that was nearly too much. She had always been able to do this to him, from the first day when they had met. It had been during a dinner party her parents held in their New York apartment. He had been invited because a friend of her father was rather impressed by his skills, so he had flown over to New York, dressed in his best tux. Dora had entered the room just before dinner was about to start. She had looked absolutely stunning with her dark green off-the-shoulder satin dress that emphasized all her womanly curves so beautifully. He had looked at her and fallen in love with her immediately. In the light of the dining room she had looked like an angel, her red hair shining brightly.
Ever since that moment he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. It had taken him quite some time to gather enough courage to start courting her but when he finally did he was rewarded. When she agreed to be his wife he had been the happiest man on earth. He had vowed to make her happy, no matter what. And yet he felt that he had failed miserably. He had lost her money and pretended everything to be okay. But well… Dora wasn’t a woman to fool. He sighed.
“Dickie, what is it? You have hardly touched your steak.” Dora was worried when she heard her husband sigh. It was highly unusual for him not to eat especially when it was steak which was his favourite food. But something seemed to be on his mind tonight. Dora suspected that he felt still bad about their finances and about not telling her before. But she had enough confidence in him to believe that he would find a way out of this dilemma. After all, he always did.
When her husband didn’t answer Dora rose from her chair and walked over to him, standing behind him. She started to massage his neck and shoulders gently to make him relax before she started to plant soft kisses on the back of his neck. This brought him from his trance like state.
When he felt her tongue flick over his skin he moaned slightly. But before Dora could get any further he was up on his feed and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
The door was barely closed when Dora started kissing him passionately, parting his lips with her tongue, requesting entrance. While their tongues danced around each other Dickie lowered her gently on the bed before pulling back.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I never meant to deceive you.” He caressed her cheek lovingly.
.Happily Ever After[/b]
It was not without a very happy sigh that Mrs Dora Charleston handed her wide, travelling cloak to the young woman who’d been her maid for a few years now. Falling down in the couch in a slightly unladylike manner, she covered her eyes with a perfectly manicured hand for a split second, then smiled as she allowed them to scan her surroundings.
The comfortable New York flat with the antique, obviously expensive furniture and the large lounge seemed more welcoming than ever, and she found herself lightly touching the satin on the sofa as if to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
True, she and her husband had only been away for two days- but those two days had been about the most frightening as well as exciting days of her entire life, and even though she wasn’t too lady-ish to at least have enjoyed them a little, she was glad to finally be back in her comfortable, nice, warm flat altogether.
“Glad you are home, aren’t you, darling?”
Dick’s voice next to her ear startled her a little, but the reassuring squeeze of her husband in her hand made her smile again.
“Very, thank you. I believe Myron’s glad as well to finally be back.”
With amused eyes, the couple watched their beloved terrier- the only child they’d ever had- playfully chase its own tail, and Dora lazily leant her head back a little, simply enjoying the return to what she called “normal life”.
“Finally, dear? It’s only been two days, remember?”
Yes, two days indeed- but two rather turbulent days, Dora recalled, quickly glancing up at the man she’d shared her life with for almost twenty years now.
“Dickie-”
He’d given it away himself, and he knew it. She knew him too well after all these years of married life- and even the tiniest glint of guilt in those big, blue eyes of his did not go unnoticed.
Suddenly sitting straight up, unconsciously distancing herself from her husband in the process, Dora Charleston sent her husband a rather intent glare.
“Dickie, I do think there is something you need to explain.”
Dick Charleston looked at his wife uncomfortably. He had hoped she would have forgotten about that by now – but obviously her memory was as good as always.
“Dora, darling… It’s not that bad.” He smiled at her, trying to convince her to drop the topic but without luck.
“No Dickie. I demand an explanation. Now!” Dora rose from the sofa and marched over to her husband who poured himself a drink.
“Well, Darling, you see… I have miscalculated some of my investments. But I assure you it’s not that bad. You’ll see we’ll have our money back in no time.” Dick smiled as his wife in what he hoped was a reassuring way.
Dora rolled her eyes.
“Our money?” she asked, slightly amused. “When I checked last time it was the money I had brought into our marriage.” She turned around swiftly and sat down again on the sofa, crossing her legs.
Dick knew that she was right. He had been … well, not exactly poor but certainly not a rich man when he had met Dora. So it had come in quite handy that her parents had given her a generous dowry.
“Please, Dora. I told you we… you will have it back soon. I promise. And I’m sorry I kept you in the dark about it.” He went over to her and sat down next to her, taking her hand into his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it gently.
Dora closed her eyes. Dickie knew exactly what he was doing. That she couldn’t be angry with him when he touched her like this.
“I forgive you, Dickie,” she purred. She could feel him smile against her skin while his hands started caressing her cheek and neck. But when he leaned over to kiss an especially sensitive spot on her neck, just below the earlobe, she pulled away from him.
“Not now, Dickie. I’m starving. Let’s have dinner first. You know the dessert comes always last.” She got up from the sofa and swayed her hips seductively in front of his face. He groaned inwardly. She just had to do this. She knew she had that power over him.
And even when he used sex as an apology for his behaviour she was still the one in command. It was funny; Dickie had found himself wondering many times, how one woman could be so many different persons at the same time.
Contrary to what most people thought, he had not married Dora for money, all those years ago. True, of course she had been the only child of rather- wealthy parents, while he had been not. And well, he couldn’t deny that it had been quite an advantage that the girl who had caught his eye had not been just an ordinary flower girl- but he knew very well he would have married Dora anyway.
He did not know what had made him fall in love with her in the first place. She had been pretty, of course, just as she still was- but there was something else involved. Perhaps it was, above all other things, the fact that she had never wholly managed to be the proper, upper-class “Miss” her parents and surroundings had expected her to be. She had looked so damn innocent, he remembered, with her neat, red hair and those big, blue eyes- and yet she had been able to, with a wink and a witty remark, chase every impression of innocence away in a split second.
She had been exactly twenty-one and three months of age when they had finally married- the legal age, so she could marry without the consent of her not entirely agreeing parents, and- because she had received her rather large dowry nonetheless- they had never had to worry about money. A real fairytale come true indeed.
And perhaps they’d never been able to have children, and perhaps the money had almost all disappeared- but neither her blue eyes nor his adoration for them had ever faltered, and as they sat down for dinner together, a soft smile on her lips, Dickie realized that not much mattered then.
“What’s for dinner, darling?”
His question was easily answered, though, by the maid bringing the dishes in- and yet Dickie couldn’t but conclude that somehow it was more the look in his wife’s eyes than the smell of the steak in front of him that brought the water into his mouth.
He waited until the maid had left again before he leaned over the table and took Dora’s hand into his stroking her palm with his thumb in slow circles.
“You know this is torture what you’re doing,” he said huskily. Dora merely raised an eyebrow and watched him with an amused look on her face. She knew what powers she held over him but today he seemed especially responsive to her little tricks.
“But Dickie, I think you deserve to suffer a bit.” She answered before pulling her hand out of his and beginning to eat. And she made damn sure he did suffer all through the meal. Knowing how tiny gestures could excite her husband she let her tongue graze over her lips more than necessary.
Dick sighed and tried to finish the meal quickly. He couldn’t bear to watch Dora behave like this. Of course he knew she was right. He deserved to suffer for withholding the information from her. But that was nearly too much. She had always been able to do this to him, from the first day when they had met. It had been during a dinner party her parents held in their New York apartment. He had been invited because a friend of her father was rather impressed by his skills, so he had flown over to New York, dressed in his best tux. Dora had entered the room just before dinner was about to start. She had looked absolutely stunning with her dark green off-the-shoulder satin dress that emphasized all her womanly curves so beautifully. He had looked at her and fallen in love with her immediately. In the light of the dining room she had looked like an angel, her red hair shining brightly.
Ever since that moment he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. It had taken him quite some time to gather enough courage to start courting her but when he finally did he was rewarded. When she agreed to be his wife he had been the happiest man on earth. He had vowed to make her happy, no matter what. And yet he felt that he had failed miserably. He had lost her money and pretended everything to be okay. But well… Dora wasn’t a woman to fool. He sighed.
“Dickie, what is it? You have hardly touched your steak.” Dora was worried when she heard her husband sigh. It was highly unusual for him not to eat especially when it was steak which was his favourite food. But something seemed to be on his mind tonight. Dora suspected that he felt still bad about their finances and about not telling her before. But she had enough confidence in him to believe that he would find a way out of this dilemma. After all, he always did.
When her husband didn’t answer Dora rose from her chair and walked over to him, standing behind him. She started to massage his neck and shoulders gently to make him relax before she started to plant soft kisses on the back of his neck. This brought him from his trance like state.
When he felt her tongue flick over his skin he moaned slightly. But before Dora could get any further he was up on his feed and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
The door was barely closed when Dora started kissing him passionately, parting his lips with her tongue, requesting entrance. While their tongues danced around each other Dickie lowered her gently on the bed before pulling back.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I never meant to deceive you.” He caressed her cheek lovingly.
Wonderful insight in Dickie and Dora's relationship... And Dora was *so* in character! Great story. 
