My Flower(Enola Holmes 2)

How Does It Feel To Be This Beautiful?

"Troy, you need to leave now but come to my office tomorrow. Well, today afternoon to discuss this all" I say, and he looks at her one last time, then at me and walks away
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The police covered everything up and They sent the knife to get the fingerprints checked out.

"We should go, Enola," He tells her "What do you mean We? I am going home" She starts to walk away and he grabs her hand "You are not going home at this hour. I can not let you. Do not start with I am an independent woman and I can save myself. I know you can" He bursts out "Fine but let go of my hand" He does so and they walk to his apartment

At the apartment

Tewksbury POV

We enter the apartment, take off our shoes and I take the coat from her shoulders and put it on the stand "So, this is your apartment. Why do you not live with your Mom?" She asks "That is a weird question coming from the queen of independence. I wanted to discover who I am outside of all the other humans and politics" I say while looking right into her eyes "Where is the bedroom?" she asks looking around. "Next to the kitchen there but then again, you do not know how to cook. You see, A kitchen is a.." I stop when I see her running. "Enola, What are you doing?" I say running after her

Enola ran to the viscount's bedroom and closed the door "Sleep well, nincompoop!" She calls out "You are incomparable, Enola Holmes!" He called out back. Tewksbury slept on the couch and she slept in his bedroom. She removed her dress and loosened her hair. She slept in her corset and a skirt she had under.

In the morning

Enola POV

I wake up at the sound of knocking "Coming" I open the door "Just from my voice" his eyes look me up from top to bottom."I am dying of laughter. What do you want?" I yawn. "I..uh." He stutters "Good morning! I want to inform you that you are not leaving until you have breakfast with me" He says smirking and coming close to my ear "You look exquisite, Flower"leaves a kiss on my cheek and walks away

So flirty, dear viscount. Tewksbury has grown up people and just like everything else, he has changed. He will stop at nothing to win her heart. He knows now she cares for him but we need an amplification. Could she settle for the nincompoop with warm smile?

Tewksbury POV

I see her coming to sit at the table. She has grown up and she looks more beautiful than ever. I am stunned by her. "Mmm eggs and bacon. Fancy my lord" she says "Call me by name, Flower" I tell her "And not see how your face turns red every time I say it. No, thank you! Oh, do I see Strawberries? They are my favorite."

"Well do not stare at me, give me one."  I did not realize I was staring. I take the whole plate of strawberries and put it in front of her. We finish breakfast after ten minutes of her talking to me about her case. "To be able to talk about this stuff and have you listening to me. It is a relief, to say the least. I have got to get going after I wash my hands" She gets up and walks away.

Enola POV

I wash my hands and get out to find him standing smiling at the door. I am sure I have seen much hotter men but I really can't remember when
(A lyric from Liv's bad idea, right?)
"What do you want, my Lord?" I ask looking at him "You" His stare is no longer soft. He looks at me like he is drowning and I am keeping him floating on the surface. "Well, I need to get dressed and go to work. So, move it" he comes close and I start to walk trying to get out he catches me, takes both of my hands put them behind my back, and lifts me onto his shoulders. "Put me down!" I shout "Not now" he starts walking to his bedroom

Tewksbury POV

I take us to my bedroom "Put.Me.Down" she demands "Calm down, I will put you down now." I put her down on the chair in front of the mirror. I rest my hands on it"Let someone take care of you for once" I tell her and move forward to take the hairbrush and start brushing her hair softly "I am glad that no one plans to kill you now." she says "I will take that as a compliment" I say as I am brushing her hair. I take two strands, one from the left and the other from the right, and twist them. Now I need a ribbon to tie them together "Where is the ribbon you had on last night?" I ask her "Here," She says extending her hand to me. I take it. I move the ribbon slowly up her arm. I put it on her hair then I lean down and look at her reflection "How does it feel to be this beautiful?" I ask with a husky voice "You should ask yourself" she says and looks at me "I want to get dressed" she says with deep breaths "You are not tied to the chair." She gets close "What have you done to me?" she says as she gets near. "I.. I did not ask for this. To be plagued by these feelings. To not be able to focus on anything else whenever we are in the same room. I am an independent detective. You are a viscount. What are we doing?" she says as her breath gets deeper

(Inspired by Bridgerton )

"You shook me to the core. You are why we are here. You haunt my every thought. You set me free with one smile and kill me with a tear. Only you set my heart on fire. You are my brightest burning star. I want to see you shine, that is why I did not reach out. I had to let you go but you..you came back to me. I am not letting you go again" I say  "What are you waiting for? Kiss me already" she says licking her lips. "You sure?" I ask. She kisses me as an answer and Life has conveyed. I kiss her back just as fiercely. She gets up and puts her hands on my neck. Kissing her is like..No nothing could describe what it feels like. We stop to take our breath. "I have been waiting for us to do that all night" I guess my face must have shown my surprise "I might get used to those words, Enola," I tell her and I leave a kiss on her forehead "Now, you better get dressed." I say as I start to retreat from the room "Tewksbury" she says and I turn to face her. Before I can blink I feel her in my arms. I hug her tightly and it feels like home.

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Seems like that is the end of our talk for the day. Where will we go from here? How can Troy help with the case? Who killed the immigrant? Talk to you later, dear friend!