Keeping a clean Steed.
By our definition of touching, when brushing the ‘dirt’ off Emma’s jacket
c’mon, man, it’s a white jacket, we can all see there’s no dirt on it! Steed touches Emma 7 times. Seven! In only a second or so! This makes for a total of 311 touches thus far.
Booty had me like
This was intended to show how extra-wavy Steed’s hair is here, but… I’m not sure how well that worked out.
Also, two touches! Only one of which is pictured. But this brings us to 304!
I did my best to recreate a couple photos.
Author’s note -
Totally SFW, very cute, very romantic…enjoy!!
Chapter Two -
He pulled the Bentley steering wheel hard to the left, as he carefully negotiated the large vehicle over the small bridge, which covered the slowly receding stream.
"It’s always wonderful to see the little tributaries that contribute to the lakes, there are so many." Emma said, as she peered over the side of the Bentley.
"I thought you’d enjoy this route Mrs. Peel."
"Well, if you hadn’t packed those flasks of coffee, then I doubt I would be in the best of moods to enjoy it at all. I’m exhausted actually." She yawned in emphasis.
"Something keep you up last night Mrs. Peel?"
"Just some paperwork from Knight."
"Oh, dear, well I do hope you’ll be able to enjoy our evening I have planned for us then?"
"That depends what you have in mind."
"Oh, really? And how exactly would madam like to be spoiled this evening?"
"Is your stamina up for a challenge."
"Oh, I can assure you, my stamina is the last thing you’ll be worrying about."
"Is that a promise?"
He winked at her as he steered around another corner.
He turned the Bentley down the illuminated gravel driveway, which had several small lanterns at either side guiding visitors into the grounds. Dusk had fallen fast. The lake suddenly appeared in view, at the side of grounds, as the red and orange colours reflected in the still water, showing the last remnants of the sun. The Bentley then came to a rest parking in between a red e-type Jaguar, and a large black s-type Jaguar. Emma turned to see the large impressive sandstone, four story, early Victorian country hotel. It also housed a large indoor window conservatory and outside dining area. The glowing yellow lanterns hung just above the entrance, as it gave guests a warming welcome.
"Well?" Steed asked, as he turned to look at her, as the engine’s purr lessened.
"It’s beautiful Steed, simply perfect." Emma replied, her eyes and wide smile reflected her words.
"I knew you’d like it." Steed beamed back at her, genuinely thrilled she seemed so happy by the scenery.
"You darling man."
"Well then, shall we find our room for the evening? It’s getting a bit chilly." He rubbed his gloved hands together to outline his words.
"Lets." She said, as she smiled back at him.
"I thought you’d appreciate the scenery Mrs. Peel." He said, as he stood behind her, as she looked out across the lake holding back the curtain.
"It’s breathtaking in the moonlight Steed."
"It pales in comparison to you though, my dear." He said, as he put his hands on her waist.
He turned her around to face him as he said, “I just couldn’t resist this, complete seclusion, serenity, and you. I couldn’t wish for more.” He then pulled her close and kissed her lightly.
"I completely agree, nothing is more perfect than being here with you." She said, as she brought up her hands to rest on his lapels, and kissed him again.
"Oh Steed." She sighed, as she broke their mischievous kiss.
"Yes, Mrs. Peel?" His hands rested on her lower back, as he searched her eyes in response.
"How did I ever deserve such a wonderful man like you?" She said, as she moved back an errant curl on his forehead, and bit her lip.
"A man like me Mrs. Peel, has only ever needed you." His true emotions reflected back at her, as his gaze was full of affection.
"Lucky me." She blushed and her desire for him was apparent in her eyes.
"No, Mrs. Peel, I’m the lucky one."
"My darling man." She gazed at him with such affection his heart skipped a beat.
"My captivating, ravishing, amazing and breathtakingly beautiful woman." He said, as he kissed her again.
Someone please stop me. Before I go too far.
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