A Tale of Love and War

Rose Burton-Hall is the daughter of a rich English army commander. Her life is glittering until world war two hits Britain and her father and brothers are enlisted. While they are fighting Rose's life changes and she finds solace in Jack. Together they embrace the moto carpe diem; seize the day, and embark on a furious but secret love affair with consequences that mean that Rose's life can never return to how it used be.
After nearly four months the story is finally finished! Please bear with me the first few chapters I promise it does get better. Please let me know what you think, I haven't had any feedback and would really appreciate some! :) xxx

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14. A train ride away

I told my mother that I'd be staying at the farm for the weekend because it was lambing season, as it was we didn't have any more lambs due until the middle of next week. She had smiled serenely and said "good girl doing your bit". I had felt so guilty at that moment, like a creature was gnawing at me from the inside, I almost thought about abandoning the whole idea of the trip. Almost. Instead I deceived her, lied through every inch of her questions, lied to the housemaids who offered to pack some food to take with me, lied to Mr Downs saying I had a funeral of a friend in London to go to; he didn't question, death was a common part of life during war, lied saying Jack was driving me and my mother up there. Lie lie lie is all I did. And it worked.
 Before I knew it we were at the town train station boarding into a first class compartment. I had dug out some of James' old army uniform for Jack to wear so he would be believable as a twenty year old soldier on leave with his new wife. They fell for it, why wouldn't they? We played our part perfectly, they showed us to our compartment, we said we were on our honeymoon and they smiled and wished us a good trip. And then we were alone. We sat down on the rich green sofas with gold trimming and gold cushions, there was a large painting of sunflowers framed in gold, royal red drapes hung from windows. Everything screamed first class, everything screamed home and that made me smile. For once I got home and Jack together, something with would never happen again.
 It was almost awkward for a moment, which had never happened around Jack before, I didn't know what to do, before our time together had always been so structured, now we could do what we wanted. But I wasn't sure what that was. Jack shrugged his arm around my shoulders and breaking the silence said; "Well Mrs Carter, what would you do with me now that you have seduced me this far?"
He winked and I giggled, "shhh" I said worried someone passing the compartment would hear.
"Why darling there's no need to be embarrassed, we're married now."
I shot him a warning look. "Don't push it," I hissed, "we've got this far but our luck is sure to run out at some point."
"Relax darling," he winked - he was enjoying playing the rich nobleman, "you're in very safe hands."
After a few more shushes from me he stopped and we resumed a comfortable conversation just as if we were back on the farm. Well we were until I noticed Jack's hand slowly moving up my thigh. I bit my lip unsure how to react, I was going to London with Jack this was the reason we had come though neither of us said it aloud, but we were on a train, someone could walk in. My conflict was resolved when his other hand tilted my face towards his and he pressed his lips against mine with such pressure yet tenderness that I found myself unable resist him. In a what felt like a whirlwind I was up against the wall of the compartment, his hand burrowing deeper through my skirts while he kissed my neck. He lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around him as he pulled off his army disguise and lifted his leg up onto the sofa so that I was resting on his bent knee. He pressed into me until suddenly I was spinning and rising higher and higher into bliss and pleasure, knowing that the only thing that mattered was the feel of Jack's burning skin on mine, his warm breath against my neck and the sweet passion of his kiss.
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