Continued from here.Fred shivered slightly as Rupert removed her soaked clothes, letting them fall to floor with wet sploshes. She tried to pull up on his shirt, but when his hands started running over her skin, she moaned, especially when he kneeled in front of her, his tongue finding her clit. With a soft cry, she grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. She was very definitely beginning to warm up, electrical sensations tingling throughout every part of her body."Oh, God," she whimpered when he delved back between her legs after asking what she wanted. She tugged at him, pulling him up and grasping his sweater to pull it off before reaching for his jeans to unbuckle them and push them down with his boxers."Want you inside me," she told him, pulling him closer to kiss him. "Against the wall. Won't be able to do that soon, so want to do it now."
The house of Rupert's friend Peter was the sort of typical English house that the older families in the Council seemed to have, based on what he had told her. Fred looked at it in amazement as they walked up toward it. It seemed to even outdwarf Rupert's parents' home although she wasn't sure if that was because it really was or because she was a bit uncertain about meeting another member of the board.When Peter answered the door and invited them in, Fred found herself feeling even more nervous. She smiled when Rupert introduced her to Evelyn just before the baby - Henry - began crying to be held by her husband. Once he took the little boy, everything seemed to be okay for a minute until Henry began pulling Rupert's hair. Fred's eyes widened in dismay, especially when Peter and Evelyn didn't really do anything to stop him except tell him not to."Rupert, are you--?" she started to ask before Peter interrupted."Would you like a drink before dinner?" Peter asked.Fred shook her head. "Sorry, I shouldn't. But Rupert, if you'd like on, I'll take Henry if he doesn't mind." She held out her arms toward the little boy, wanting to spare her husband from anymore hair pulling.
Henry turned his attention to Fred and held his arms for her. Giles slipped the child into Fred's arms before looking to Peter. "Water will be fine," he said, not wanting to drink. The thought of drinking made his stomach flip and he didn't want to get sick again. The meeting was too important for them to leave early."Dinner is almost ready," Evelyn said as she looked over at Fred and Henry. "You'll have to excuse him. Our nanny has the night off and we thought we could find a sitter but couldn't. It's almost having a newborn in the house. I haven't changed a nappie in ages."Peter grinned and looked at Giles. "And I don't think I ever have," he said, slapping his shoulder.Giles furrowed his brow, wanting to ask why they even had a child if they weren't going to take care of him. But before he could, a servant came out and announced dinner was ready."This way," Evelyn said, walking off with her husband.Giles gave Fred an apologetic look before waiting for her to start walking so they could follow Peter and Evelyn to the dining room.
Henry immediately found Fred's hair, but instead of pulling it, tangled his little fingers in it, which wasn't too bad. She couldn't believe it when Evelyn and Peter admitted that they really hadn't changed their son's diapers in a long time. From the looks of things, they hadn't done much with him at all, especially considering how perfect Evelyn's hair looked. She tried not to judge them since she really didn't know them, but she wondered why they had a child if they didn't want to take part in his life. Was it really that much of a status symbol to them?When the servant announced dinner, neither of them offered to take Henry from Fred, so she sighed and shook her head at her husband before they followed them into the dining room. Fred saw the highchair, so she set Henry into it, stifling a yelp when he kept hold of her hair and her dress bodice. Finally, she got him to let go and circled around the table to sit with Rupert, listening silently while Peter mentioned that their cook had been working on the dinner all day.When the food was served, the servant placed a small plate in front of Henry. Immediately, he dug his fingers into it. And a moment later, Fred found several mushed peas hitting her. Pressing her lips together, she clasped Rupert's hand tightly under the table, praying that they never got a lobomotomy and allowed their own child to act like this.