Morning Surprises

By: Viki

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or MSW, just borrowing them for my enjoyment. And if I were making money…I wouldn’t be posting on a free website.

George Sutherland wasn’t an early riser by choice. He’d much rather sleep at least until nine on his days off, but his body had other ideas as did the sun that was shining brilliantly through the window of his room. Yawning and opening his eyes, he frowned when he couldn’t lift his arm.

Then he remembered.

“Jessie,” he breathed as he turned his head, his green eyes meeting blue ones.

“Good morning, George,” Jessica whispered, her eyes dancing, her cheeks flushed pink. “I did the same thing.” She smiled at him.

“How could I forget?” he murmured as he pulled her close and kissed her softly.

“Too many years alone?” she wondered.

He nodded. “The only explanation because…” he moved so that his face was even with hers. “Last night was beautiful.” He drew a finger down her shoulder. “Last night was unforgettable.”

“Oh George,” she whispered with tears in her eyes then sniffed and chuckled a bit. “I’m getting emotional in my old age.”

“Not old, Lassie.” He kissed her nose. “Never old.” He gently wiped a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “And I like being the one you let see your emotions. But why the tears this time?”

“Because last night…” She paused then lifted a hand to his cheek. “Because last night you made me feel so loved and beautiful…a feeling I’d forgotten.”

“But how could you forget that you are beautiful, Lass? I’ve been with you and heard men’s compliments to you about your beauty. I’ve seen the way they look at you.”

She shook her head then snuggled it under his chin. “But words and looks aren’t the same. It was the way you held me, the way you kissed me, the way you…it was you, George.” She titled her head back up and looked into his loving green eyes.

“Aww, Jessie.” He tapped the tip of her nose lightly with his finger. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “What would you like for breakfast?”

George’s lips turned up in a smile that nearly split his face, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “You,” he growled as he nipped at her neck.

Jessica laughed and squirmed to get away. “George Sutherland, you stop that!” she nearly squealed. “I meant food, Inspector! Food!”

George flopped onto his back with a sigh. “The honeymoon is over.”

“Not so fast there, Mister Sutherland.” Jessica sat up and looked down at him. “Honeymoon?”