<strong>~Andrew, heading home~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Andrew started slightly at the kiss from Jonny as he often did, even when it was expected; that thrill that jolted down his chest to curl in his belly, the way his head swam... he had never felt anything like that with the girls he had kissed. He held him tight as the kiss deepened, not caring if the muffled whimper he heard was Jonathan’s or his own.<br/><br/>His head span and his body felt heavy when he pulled away and he could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. It always embarrassed him, how quickly he would be gaping for air - at least, it always felt like it was too soon.<br/><br/>He pulled Jonny close, tucking him under his chin and close to his heart as much as he could in the back of the carriage, luxurious as it was. As his mind began to register again the moment of the vehicle - and his breathing - he tried to focus on his plans for this tonight; Where would be best for Jonny to sleep, any pretenses that may be needed at they got out of the carriage incase anyone were watching, what to do if there were visitors, however unlikely at this time of night. All the while hands and fingers absent mindedly soothed over the arms and neck of the other man.<br/><br/>In the end, Andrew had to admit defeat as he rested his head back, mind too full of the evenings events and the man with him, to concentrate on much else. He stayed like that until the carriage pulled to a stop outside his London house.<br/><br/>Modest for a man of his stature and wealth, it was a haven away from his family and allowed him privacy to follow his own pass times. Including - he though as he flicked open a curtain to allow some light so he could straiten himself up to look presentable again and help the other man do the same - some space to spend time with Jonny.<br/><br/>Morgan opened the door, with Andrew’s housekeeper, Josephine, fussing behind him. “Here, Sir,” Morgan said kindly, offering his hand to the inspector, “let me help.”<br/><br/>Morgan and Josephine were two of only a handful of people who knew about him and Jonny. Andrew knew he could trust them if only because, as servants under his employ, not only could he fire them but he could see to it that they never worked again. He could have them living on the streets if he so wished, as much as the thought chilled him being a man who despised cruelty. The thought and threat were there non the less, driven by fear.<br/><br/>They lead Jonathan inside and up to a Guest room, Josephine rushing ahead to clear away dust sheets and light the lamps, ordering servants to fetch drinks and fresh bed linen for Jonathan to wear.<br/>As servants work around him preparing the room and bringing items, Andrew felt like the only calm point in a storm with Jonny as his anchor, whom Andrew made certain never left his sight. Finally Morgan saw the other servants downstairs while Josephine finished setting up anything they may need for the night. Andrew, sat in a chair nodded and smiled gratefully at her as she left.<br/><br/>He sighed deeply, standing to help Jonny get changed for the night. Weather the other man needed his help now was beside the point, Andrew just didn’t want to leave yet and this was the first excuse that came to mind.<br/>