Turner Family Fanfiction - The Alphabetical Turners
P is for Perfect!
Shelagh couldn't hold back the deep sigh of satisfaction that escaped her as she was sat atop her husband's desk in his office late one morning and the two of them persisted to kiss slowly as she had her arms wrapped around his neck, his large hands resting upon her waist through the thin fabric of her white blouse as her light blue cardigan now lay in a sorry state on the chair at the other side of the room and he brushed his thumbs gently along the perfect curves that he found. The two of them knew perfectly well that what they did at home was their own affair, but that they were supposed to abstain from being intimate whilst at the surgery because anybody could walk in on them during a heated kissing session, and Shelagh had stuck to that rule for the first six weeks of her working as her husband's secretary. However, she had known from the outset that it would only be a matter of time before the persuasive streak that she knew was within Patrick came through and she would abandon that rule. She had been right, of course, since she now found herself locking the door behind herself whenever she entered her husband's office during her break because she knew that he would be drawing her into his lap for a kiss.
Her husband's hand sliding around to the base of her back was what brought her out of her trance-like state a few moments later and she released a gentle hum against his lips when he pulled her blouse carefully out of her skirt and permitted his hands to rest upon the warm skin of her back, his kisses remaining slow and tender upon her lips whilst he brushed the pads of his thumbs soothingly against the creamy flesh. She allowed her legs to wrap slowly around his waist when she nipped his lower lip delicately and felt a soft smile form upon his lips, Patrick drawing her slightly further into his warmth when he ran his tongue enticingly across the seam of her lower lip in a silent plea for entrance. She parted her lips beneath his own then and allowed him to explore the depths of her with exquisite tenderness as she trailed her fingers leisurely through his warm dark hair, their kisses taking on something of a deeper nature when he groaned softly as she raked her nails lightly against his scalp. 'Tease.' He murmured into her kiss as he trailed his hands slowly along her spine and she smirked against his lips with a slight shrug of her shoulders, her eyes fluttering open slightly when Patrick started to trail his lips away from hers.
His kisses were light and soft as he trailed them across her cheek and she smiled in satisfaction as she allowed her eyes to drift closed once again, his strong hand moving up to cup the roundness of her cheek in his palm when he began dotting kisses along the sharpness of her jawline and her head fell slightly to one side as she hummed gently. It was a few moments later when his lips finally found the supple skin at the side of her neck and he started to leave soft open-mouthed kisses over the flawless flesh, her hand settled upon the back of his neck as his free hand remained upon her spine and he revelled in the softness of her skin beneath his lips. 'Patrick.' She breathed as she permitted her legs to tighten their hold around his waist and he murmured in response against her neck, his hand cupping the other side of her neck as he stroked the pad of his thumb softly over the warm skin that was beneath his palm. 'What if someone comes in?' He quietly told her that he had locked the door when he had brought her into the office, a perfect sigh of relief escaping her lips as she settled slightly against him and tilted her head slightly further to the side in order to grant him a larger canvas to cover with his tantalising kisses.
'You are so beautiful.' He sighed when he pulled back from her a few moments later and tucked the silky brown strand of hair that had fallen into her face back beneath her ear. 'How on earth has it almost been two years since you became my wife?' She shrugged her shoulders with a loving smile before cupping the sides of his neck and kissing his lips.
'It's been the most perfect two years of my whole life.' She admitted softly, her Scottish brogue making him fall all the more in love with her as he pressed his forehead to hers. 'Some women might think that its too much of a responsibility, becoming a wife and a mother all in one day and then adopting a beautiful little girl less than a year later, but to me it's the most perfect feeling in the world.' She felt her heart race when he kissed the tip of her nose lovingly and he smiled warmly at her. 'I love you all so much, Patrick.'
'And we love you.' He reassured her, running his hands soothingly along the curves of her sides through her blouse. 'More than the three of us could ever hope to say, Shelagh.'
It was later that same evening when Shelagh was stood in the kitchen as she continued to clean the dishes from the family's supper, a gentle smile forming upon her lips as she allowed her gaze to fall upon the perfect diamond ring that lay upon the windowsill. Every time she gazed down at the ring that proved her husband's commitment and devotion towards her, she remembered how it'd felt when he slid it down her finger as the two of them had been standing before their closest friends and family at the church two years ago. Even though she had never thought much of it, she had always felt so lonely when she had been a part of the religious life and she'd longed for someone to notice her. She had been deeply in love with Patrick for as far back as she could remember, despite how hard she'd tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind when she'd been adorned in her wimple and her headdress, and she had despised the way her heart had raced whenever he had been near her when Marianne was alive. She'd known strongly within her heart that it was wrong for her to long for a married man, and she had thought that he'd never even notice her anyway. Oh, how wrong she had been. He truly had noticed her.
'You always look so beautiful when you're miles away.' A soft gasp escaped her when she felt her husband's strong arms wrap around her middle from behind a short time later, Patrick's warm lips pressing to the back of her neck as a gentle smile appeared upon her lips and she leaned back into his chest. 'Our little Princess is out like a light but she put up quite a fight, I can tell you.' Shelagh sighed with a loving shake of her head as she continued to run the soapy sponge over another plate before placing it on the drying rack.
'My wee angel.' She allowed her head to rest back upon her husband's shoulder. 'Her teeth are giving her so much trouble at the moment, Patrick, is there anything we can do?'
'I'm sure we've got some paracetamol somewhere, my love, so I suppose we could give her some of that to try and help with the pain.' He admitted as he kissed her shoulder. 'Other than that, all we can really do is continue with the ice-cold flannel approach.' Shelagh nodded with a soft murmur as she wiped her damp hands carefully upon her apron. She reached for her wedding ring then, but Patrick got there before her and took the priceless piece of jewellery in his hand before turning her around in his arms. 'You do know that you haven't changed one bit since our wedding day?' He asked with a loving smile as he slipped her ring slowly down her finger before drawing her close to his chest. 'I still see you as the beautiful, charming, funny, compassionate and adorable woman that you were back when we were engaged.' She scoffed with a soft giggle before smiling softly.
'I love you, Patrick.' She whispered, stroking the tips of her fingers against his sharp jawline.
'I love you too, my bold girl.' He reassured her, revelling in her smile as he knew that she loved it when he used that term with her. 'Now, I know what you need.'
'And what's that?' She asked with a perfect sparkle in her eyes.
'A glass of wine and a cuddle on the settee.' He stroked her cheek with the back of his palm. 'No buts, Doctor's orders.'
'Well then, if it's Doctor's orders then I suppose I have no choice but to follow his command.' She teased as she went up onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips softly.
'That's my girl.' He chuckled, Shelagh squeezing his lower arm gently before she made her way into the sitting room.
Patrick then went about finding the red wine and two glasses before making his way into the sitting room and joining his perfect wife on the settee, slipping his arm around her.
All in all, it made for a very perfect evening.
Author's Note: I am so sorry for the long wait for this chapter, but I swear to upload frequently from now on! That being said, please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter! I don't particularly think it's very good, but that's for you to decide! Thanks for reading and if you have any ideas for Q then please let me know in your review!
