Dedicated to RobThier

Hi guys! So I was rereading ITEOTS and came upon the original Wedding Night A La Ambrose. I noticed many readers (like myself) were disappointed by the chapter so I tried to make my own. Key word. Tried. If you liked it, vote, and leave a comment on the things you'd like me to change! Thank you!

A woke up warm and surprisingly comfortable. Blankets were heaped up around me, along with Mr. Ambrose's tailcoat. A rat nibbled at the ragged bottom of my shoe, and I groaned, kicking it. "Piss off." The rat scurried away, squeaking indignantly.

"That's not a very nice greeting." His cold voice sounded to my right. He was standing with his back to me, arms clasped and wearing only a thin shirt. The sharp planes of his back were easily visible. He peered between the bars of the window, studying the outside world.

"I wasn't talking to you," I told him. I gathered the blankets more closely around my shoulders and stood. Judging by the coolness of the breeze against my back, the dress was hanging open there. I wonder why...

I picked my way over to him, stepping over shards of broken bottles and decayed wood. I joined him in staring out the window, both of us ignoring the heavy silence that weaved through the air. Knowledge of what we'd done, or were about to do last nignt silenced us. A disguise taken a little too far,  hot lips melding together, skin on skin....

Finally, I'd had enough. "What now?"

***

A slight rustling behind me told me that she was awake. I kept my gaze trained on the old woman outside who was leading a herd of sheep past us. "Piss off!" Her voice resounded behind me, still soft with sleep. Without turning, I said frigidly,

"That's not a very nice greeting."

"I wasn't talking to you." The blankets rustled again, swishing softly against the floor as she stood up. I hoped faintly that she hadn't dropped my tailcoat on the dirty floor. She made my way over to me. The silence that hung between us was palpable. Though I usually enjoyed the rare silences that befell us, this was far too thick to breathe in.

"What now?" Her quiet voice sent prickles through my skin and I felt my finger twitch. I faced her, turning my body towards her. She was breathtaking, as always, her shoulder length hair mussed with sleep. It swept down toward her collar bones, the dark strands barely hiding the circular spot of red on her skin. I had not been as careful as I thought. Her brown eyes were sharp and intelligent, her lips an alluring pink. Stop it, Rikkard. You don't have urges like other men do.

That thought went out immediately out the window when I felt soft, tentative fingers on my chest. One of her fingers had slipped between the gaps of the buttonless shirt and was touching my skin. I glanced down at her in shock, as the finger in question started rubbing small circles on my chest. My chest shivered unconsciously under her touch.

"What are you doing?" I ground out, fighting the urge to continue what I'd started yesterday.

***

I stared uncomprehendingly at the fngers on his chest. My fingers. His skin was warm and softer than I'd imagined. Not that I'd ever imagined touching his chest before, of course.

Sure.

Shutup.

His chest quivered lightly underneath my touch. My index finger, which was in contact with bare skin, had been been tracing soft circles into his flesh. His voice, deeper and rougher than before, ground out, "What are you doing?"

I met his eyes hesitantly and almost flinched back. The blue in them had darkened, coloring the irises an almost black color. Like last nights... "I-I don't know, Sir." Stop stuttering Lilly! You are a strong woman, and you're not afraid of what he might do to you!

"I suggest you stop," His voice was icier than ever, his eyes a raging storm.

"Why, sir?" I asked, continuing to run circles over his skin. My left hand smoothed over the softness of his shirt, exploring the hard ridges. I wasn't quite sure why I was doing this. Curiousity, maybe? But it felt good. Right.

A hand snaked suddenly around my waist, holding me close to him. My face had been pushed into the juncture between his shoulder and his neck, so that I couldn't see his face. Another hand smoothed back my hair from my neck, sweeping it aside. His voice, much quieter now, but much closer, whispered, "Because I might lose control, Miss Linton."

***

Before I knew what I was doing, I had pulled her close, hand around her waist and one in her hair. I felt her small gasp of breath against the hot skin of my neck. I parted the soft brown locks and placed my lips on the tanned brown skin. She shuddered against me as I kissed the red mark from last night. Her arms raised, winding around my neck, dropping the thick wool blanket.

My fingers felt the bare skin on her back and realized that I'd ripped it last night. Her lips met the shell of my ear, which she and I knew was my weak spot. I growled and bit her collarbones, eliciting a breathy moan. I smiled. I loved that sound. What are you doing Rikkard? You're supposed to be hunting bandits by now!

She rose on the tips of her toes and I bent my neck toward her, reaching for her lips. Just as we were 1.23 millimeters apart, three loud knocks boomed throughout the room. We both froze, staring into each other's eyes. Another knock came again. "Effendi," Youseffs voice came from the other side of the door. "The clothes you wanted are here."

She dropped back onto the balls of her feet, and picked up the blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders. I strode toward the door, inwardly seething. I had been so close!

I swung the door open, taking my revolver out of the back of my high waisted pants. "Youseff?"

"Yes, Effendi." He walked in, completely ignoring the barrel of the gun in front of him. "Here is the clothing you wanted." He gave me the parcels, then closed the door behind him.

"That was rude," Lilly said, as soon as the door had shut. "You don't have to take your gun out."

I glared balefully at her. "After last night, I take no chances." I threw hers toward her, and to my surprise she caught it. To do so, however, her blanket fell out of her grasp, pooling into a pile at her feet.

Her eyes darted down at the blanket, then back at me. She bent down quickly, wrapping it around herself again. But not before I saw the pale, soft skin of her back.

***

When I had righted myself again, I met Ambrose's eyes hesitantly. They had returned to that dark color, again. It excited me and scared me both. The implications of what that gaze held were not lost for me, as I had been subject to them many times.

He stalked toward me, ripping open the parcel in his hands. It was a white shirt. I laughed a forced laugh, gesturing to the shirt in his hands. "What? You actually went to the expense of buying a new shirt? No needle and thread to sew on the buttons?" I backed up more, holding the blanket around me like a shield.

"No, my love. You tore off most of the buttons last night, and I doubt I'll be able to find it again in the rubble." At his words, a flush if heat ran through me.

"Uhh..." Mr. Ambrose had reached me now, pushing me back into the wall. "What-what are you doing?" I turned away from him, closing my eyes tightly.

"My dear Mrs. Thompson," He purred softly, yes, purred! "Isn't it a wife's duty to help her dear husband dress to get ready for the day?" I peeked an eye open, and shut them again immediately. What was happening? What was that large expanse of bare, toned flesh in front of me?

"Well, my dear?" I opened my eyes to find a SHIRTLESS MR. AMBROSE in front of me. He was holding the new shirt out, and the corner of his lip was twitching. Twitching.

I glared at him, taking the shirt out of his grasp. I stomped around to his side and snapped, "Arms!" He obliged, that insufferable twitch of the lips still persistent. I pulled his bare arms through the shirt, not letting my eyes stray to his hard stomach and muscles.

I stood in front of him, bending down to button the buttons at his stomach level. I ignored the small brushes of his skin against mine. When at last I reached the buttons at his throat, he raised his chin, allowing me access to his throat. I considered strangling him but realized he'd probably overpower me and have me killed after. 'Soon.' I vowed to myself.

"Done!" I stepped back from him with a defiant smile.

"I don't think so, my Dear." He murmured, holding his arms out. "I'm afraid you're not dressed yet." In his grip was a white linen dress.

***

She glared at me, fiery brown eyes flashing in anger. "No!"

I resisted the urge to smile. Those were a waste of facial movement. "Are you sure, I'm sure I'll be able to help, I do have deft fingers after all." At this point, I knew I was merely toying with her. Killing time, for the first time in my life. However, I reasoned, this was a worthwhile endeavor.

"Out!" She snapped at me. "Go!"

"Fine." I hissed. "Be outside in 2 minutes." Then I left, closing the door behind me. After approximately 2 minutes and 24 seconds, Lilly had exited the room. The men around me, I noticed, were watching her eagerly. I couldn't blame them, Lilly was stunning. But she was mine. Mine.

"Let's go, sir." She said, swinging the door shut behind her.

"Just one more thing," I told her, already making my way by her side. And because the men were staring at her hungrily, except for Youseff, I bent down and took her lips in mine. A brief struggle ensued, which I won as my tongue pushed it's way past her defenses and entered her mouth.

She moaned into my mouth as I left it, pushing her away slightly. "Now we can go." I strode out, leaving one shocked beautiful woman, and five astonished (and disappointed) men.

Thanks so much for reading! I love Sir Robs writing, but I just wanted to write this little one shot! I hoped you guys liked it!