Nick noticed a light in the sitting room when he left his study and went to investigate.  Even asleep, she took his breath away.  She’d kicked her shoes off to get more comfortable, and they laid next to each other near the edge of the fireplace.  Her legs were curled up underneath her, and one elbow rested on the arm of her chair.  Her head rested on her shoulder, her dark golden locks falling around her face in a subtly lovely manner, and a book dangled from her fingertips, just touching the stone floor.  He noticed a slip of paper tucked under the candle on the tea-table with his sister’s handwriting.
When I looked up from my book, I saw you were asleep.  I did not want to wake you, so I have gone to bed.  Don’t worry about waking me if you decide to join me.  I’ll leave a candle lit outside my door.
-Liz
    Fergusson dismissed the note and stared at Samantha for moment before gently touching her hand.  “Samantha?” he whispered.  When she moved, her breasts showed teasingly from her dress, and he felt a tightening in his groin.
    Samantha blinked her eyes open and stared at him with tired lust.  Her dream had left her feeling rather unsatisfied, and the real thing just kept looking better and better.  She propped herself up on one elbow and smiled lazily at him.  “You know, I’d hate to sound as though I am no more than a common whore, but this dream has left me rather in want of some rather sexual satisfaction.”  She watched as his erection grew harder.  “It seems you want the same thing from me, and I would be happy to oblige – that is, if you would have me on such deliberate terms.”
    Fergusson knelt and lifted her from the chair, allowing her to lace her arms about his neck for support.  “It’s been a while since I’ve bedded a woman, so forgive me if I act a bit brash.”