(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ElizabethKingston_Westonsmistress.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Study Chair<br/><strong>With:</strong>Johnathan Weston<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Watching<br/><br/>Elizabeth had been sitting in her chair, tumbler in her hand for almost an hour. A smile on her lips as she watched her love recover from their little exercise. He was beautiful when he sleep, strong features relaxed, his lips curved into a small smile, his whole demeaner softened by sleep. She had just sat there, slowly sipping her Brandy as the time creeped by and the sun started to make it's slow descent, casting shadows about the Study. She had a maid come in and light the fire, knowing that descretion was high in Weston's list when they hired staff. No gossip would pass her lips, even if the house already knew just from the noise what went on.<br/><br/>Taking another sip she shifted as he started to move, pouring him a drink, she quickly knelt to the floor.<strong>"You're in your study.....Are you feeling better?"  </strong>She asked handing him the drink as he lay on the floor. He looked so lost, it was kind of enduring.