Temptations

Strong T rated for non-descriptive sexy times!

He walked down the morgue's large hallway on his way to pick up his fiancée. Darcy planned to take Julia out for a lovely dinner and perhaps he would take her to see a play afterwards. They had both been working long hours recently and Darcy felt they deserved a relaxed night out.

The morgue was silent at this hour on most days. But as Darcy reached Julia's office he could make out a distinct noise coming from his fiancée's office. It wasn't the sound of Julia's gramophone, Darcy would have recognized it. No, these sounds were unfamiliar to Darcy's ears. As he neared the office he heard a feminine cry and instantly Darcy feared for Julia's safety. He rushed to her office as fast as he could but stopped dead at the sight before him.

Julia, his fiancée, was sitting on her desk, panting heavily. Her hair was a tangled mess, stray curls falling over her face. Her legs were spread open wide, skirts ripped open at their apex. Julia clutched at the man in between her legs, one hand wound into the man's dark hair while the other clutched at his arse. Her blouse, corset, and chemise lay in a messy pile on the desk. The only thing that blocked Darcy's view of Julia's bare chest was the man's wide back.

The man stood in between Julia's legs. His coat, dress shirt and tie lay on the ground, scattered. His pants were on but judging by the movements and noises coming from the both of them they were having intercourse. The man had his head buried in the crook of Julia's neck and as she pulled his face up to hers for a fiery kiss Darcy could make out the man's face. William Murdoch.

The couple was so enthralled with each other that they didn't notice the doctor standing in the doorway. So Darcy stood there, watching as his love of his life and the man he despised more than anything made love to each other.

As he stood there, Darcy was tempted to stop them. He was tempted to make his presence known, to storm over to them. He was tempted to yell and scream, to call Julia a whore, to tell William that he will go to Hell for his sins. Most of all he was tempted to break off his relationship with Julia. But something stopped him; Julia's pleasure filled face. As she writhed under William's touch, crying out her lover's name, Darcy knew it was not his place to interrupt. Not because he believed that they were meant to be together, oh no, Darcy did nothing because he knew it was only a moment of weakness.

Darcy looked over at the passion the two lovers shared. It was something Julia and Darcy did not share. Darcy always knew that Julia was holding back in her love for him. When Julia properly introduced the detective to Darcy, the doctor knew that William was an obstacle between him and his wife to be. The tension between the two of them had been growing since Julia and he returned to Toronto from Buffalo.

And now it had snapped. That is what stopped him. While Darcy was tempted to do many things, he believed that once the two had finished their romp, they would be sated and finished. Neither of them would mention it again and perhaps, Julia would turn all of her love to him and not share any of it with the detective.

So Darcy turned away. He walked back down the hallway, gritting his teeth and ignoring the couple's loud cries of pleasure and soft declarations of love as they found their release.

He had been right, at first. Julia did not bring her tryst with William to Darcy's attention. But the tension between William and Julia dissipated to a safe level. Darcy felt that Julia was finally returning his feelings for her. That was until a couple of months later on their wedding night.

Darcy carried Julia bridal style into their new home and took her upstairs, planning to thoroughly ravish her. Everything was going perfectly; both husband and wife were working their way towards release and the consummation of their marriage when Julia let out a pleasured gasp.

"Oh William! Yes!" It was clear that Julia was reaching her peak and was not thinking as she spoke and once again Darcy was tempted. He was tempted to stop what he was doing, he was tempted to scream at Julia, and for the briefest of seconds he was even tempted to hit her. But Darcy was stopped when a second later Julia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clutched his body his close to hers as she screamed out his name in completion.

After, when they lay together in post coital haze, Julia snuggled up to Darcy, resting her head on his shoulder.

"That was lovely my darling." She sighed. There was something in her voice that made Darcy pause. As much as Darcy wished it was contentment, he knew that was not it. It was disappointment with a twinge of patronization. Julia wasn't showing it but Darcy knew it was there, laced deep in her tonality, hidden in the words. He wasn't as good at pleasuring her as Murdoch had been. It was then that Darcy realized that he should have followed his temptations all those months ago when he caught the two of them together. He should have left her then because now Darcy knew that as much as he'd love her, Julia would never love him as much as she loved Murdoch.

I may add to this but for the moment it's a one shot.