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Chapter
4
Summary:
This is turning into an epic! More slow burn with some fun little moments. The
Butler’lebolebook I owe to Dreamweaver 74. Her great fanfic can be found here.
I hope she doesn’t mind my quoting her! This chapter’s for all of the people
on the Chris
Barrie BBS, especially Symbimorph, who have inspired me to write a lot more
quickly and get this story where it needs to go! Big thanks also to Symbi, who
provided the absolutely stunning icon that now graces the title of this
story-you’re a star!
There
must have been a moment, Lara reflected upon waking the next morning, when she
stopped seeing Hillary as the stolid, dependable, reliable butler and began to
see him as something infinitely more interesting. Stretching luxuriously,
catlike in her sleepiness, she eased back the duvet and stepped onto the plush
carpeted floor. Wandering across her bedroom, long dark hair falling in an
untidy cascade over her shoulders and down her back, she entered her bathroom
and turned on the shower. The warm jets soothed away the last of her tiredness,
and as she turned the dial for a final blast of icy water, she pondered on the
shift in her relationship with Hillary.
To
be fair, she thought, nothing had changed in terms of their physical presence in
the house. Alright, so she’d let a few words slip carelessly past her lips in
an unguarded moment, and had a rather colourful dream about him, but to all
intents and purposes, their relationship should be the same as it ever was. But
was it? And was that what she wanted? Years of etiquette and protocol had taught
her that one didn’t fall in love with the staff; in fact, she could recall the
lightning fast dismissal of a stable boy on the Croft estate after she had been
caught kissing him in one of the loose boxes. Barely fifteen, she had sobbed for
days, but she had had to resign herself to the fact that that was the way it
was. But surely things were different now? She was lady of the manor, and she
could do what she wished. Oh, if only that were true.
Deciding
that a ride across the estate was in order, Lara donned black jodhpurs and a
black t-shirt. She strolled downstairs and, rather than disturb Hillary, she
decided to leave breakfast until she returned from her ride. Taking a most
unladylike swig from the milk bottle in the fridge on her way out, she headed
out to the stables.
Some
time later, her previous thoughts seemed a world away as she cantered easily
over the Croft estate. Having been put in the saddle almost before she could
walk, she hadn’t bothered with a hat. Midnight, tallest horse in the stable at
a gigantic 17.5 hands, was also the most responsive and Lara felt his muscles
react to her gentle nudges without too much effort. Kicking him on a little
more, she adjusted her seat as his canter turned to a gallop and he took off.
The wind whipped her hair as she rode, and all she could focus on was the
sensation of the horse’s easy power. If only it was that straightforward to
communicate with the men in her life. A little kick and Midnight was off.
Somehow she knew communicating with Hillary might take a little more than a
nudge to the ribs.
When
Lara returned to the stables, she handed the reins to John, the head groom, but
then spent some time helping him to cool the horse down and get him settled. As
she rubbed down his legs and brushed the knots out of his mane, she chatted away
to the horse, wishing that she knew what to say to Hillary. She’d been out for
a few hours now, and she was getting peckish, so as soon as she’d finished
with Midnight, she wandered back into the house.
“My
Lady,” Hillary, waiting in the entrance hall, greeted her formally, his
features carefully composed, a cross between friendly and efficient; the amiable
mask he usually wore.
“Hilly,”
Lara replied as they walked through to the drawing room. “Any post?”
“Only
the usual requests for you to attend the usual fundraisers for the usual good
causes,” he replied. Was that a teasing twinkle in his eye?
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