Vicars Revenge

Sheherazade = Well, I love Obadiah Slope, he was the only character that had anything going for him throughout the entire story. The daughter turned out to be an insipid idiot!



Part Two



A month had gone by; and Obadiah was happily ensconced in his new home and situation. No one else had yet been suggested by the Higher Powers. He was bent over a desk writing a new sermon. There was a tentative knock on the door.



“Come in,” he said. He laid his quill aside and steepled his fingers together. He sat back in the chair. Mrs Bold walked into the door. Her expression was grave; her demeanour was humble.



“Mr Slope,” she began. “I am going to live with my sister and her husband, my father has made the arrangements. I feel that my children may be a distraction to you, and my father does not care to spend another day here. I thought that you ought to know.”



“It is of no inconvenience to me that you and your delightful family stays here. I am forever at your service, Mrs Bold.”



Eleanor raised her sad brown eyes to his sharp, hazel ones.



“This is your home now, Mr Slope, I do not belong here anymore.”



Obadiah pushed his chair back slightly, and then he got up and walked around the desk. He folded his arms perching his bum on the edge. He looked down at this angel below him. He slid slowly along the edge so that he was closer to her. He breathed in her rosewater scent. He tilted her chin up with his long, slender fingers.



“You do belong here, Mrs Bold,” he murmured. “You belong here with me.”



She pushed his hand away, which caused him to smirk. He was affecting her, that much he could tell.



“There will be no future with any other man for me,” she said looking into his eyes. “Least of all you.”



Obadiah strode up to the door therefore blocking her path.



“Why do you say that, Mrs Bold?” he asked.



“Let me by, Sir,” she said her lower lip quivered uncertainly. He strode up to her tilting her chin up once again; his eyes glittered dangerously.



“No,” he whispered.



Mrs Bold’s heart began thumping harder, and louder. He could hear it in the silence of the stuffy study. It was an incredibly hot day. It was so hot that he had taken his necktie off exposing his throat. It was this indecent exposure of skin that was partially the reason that she wanted to be clear of Obadiah’s presence. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, too, which made him thoroughly indecorous.



“What is it you want exactly?” she asked in a small voice.



“You, Mrs Bold, I want to own you; possess you; I want the world to know that I, Obadiah Slope, is in possession of a good lady.”



Obadiah leered at her bosom rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She looked so beautiful in black.



“And my money, I suppose,” she quavered. She began to feel the heat of the day. He was close. So close! Exposing that amount of skin was immoral to say the least.



“I have already indicated to you that my desire for you began before I found out about your wealth. You must be a very insecure woman if you think that a man only desires a woman for wealth. There is more to you than money,” his breath fell on her neck causing her to shiver despite the heat of the day.



He smiled. He took a step closer to her and ran his hand down her arm. He felt her quiver with his touch. That was rather interesting. A vulnerable woman was always easier to touch. It was their desire to be loved. He wanted to be the one that loved her; in every sense of the word; impropriety could go to hell. He had waited five years for this moment.



His hand landed on the curve of her waist. She tried to struggle but it was in vain. Obadiah was a very strong man. He moved his hand around her waist and it landed on her back. He wound his other arm around the other side so that his hands were joined together; he brought her within his grasp.



“I love you, Eleanor Bold, I meant every word of that proposal. I want to walk through the gates of St Peter with you there. I want to be a father to those beautiful babes of yours. Most of all, I want you. I would have wanted you were you poor. Your beauty enticed me from the very first. Your wit after; then you consumed my every thought; asleep and awake.”



He traced his lips along her jaw line whilst he was speaking, every word entered into her heart. She knew it was wrong to feel this. She knew she should push him away and run to her sister’s place, but she was entranced. His voice purred causing her to feel things she knew she shouldn’t.



“This is wrong, Mr Slope!”



“It may be wrong, Eleanor, but if this is the only way to let me show you how much I love you, then so be it!”



He bumped her cheeks with his lips before placing his lips on hers. She sighed; surprised that she liked the feel of his rough, coarse lips on hers. She parted her mouth slightly. He swept his tongue across her lips before entering her sweet, warm cavern.



“We shouldn’t,” she sighed into his mouth.



Obadiah massaged her back with his hands landing them at the nape of her neck entwining his fingers in the loose strands of her golden brown hair.



“Oh yes, Eleanor, we should. We damn well should!”





A/N - I do have lots of this typed up apart from the ending. I hope that there is more reviews for this story. It's a shameless PWP!