(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Jennings's Bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>After 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Learning<br/><br/><br/><br/>At least he had the decency to blush, of course Jennings's cheeks were stained a pink color bringing a glow to her otherwise pale skin. Raising her eyes back to his she inhaled sharply licking her lips.<strong>"I hardly know sir, If you were a horse I would probably take you to the meadow and ride you." </strong>She was only being honest and for that she didn't realize until to late how inappropriate that actually sounded.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she gripped the front of his shirt tightly keeping him close. She was saved from answering by his laugh and his rapid change of subject, which then settled to her eyes.<strong>"Yes." </strong>she spoke watching him lean closer her heart beating rapidly as she felt the shortness of breath.<strong>"Like the sea." </strong>She commented, this was a dream it had to be, things like this didn't happen to a stable hand, much less one as invisible as she.<br/><br/>She felt the evidence of reality hardening between them and she inhaled, her lips parting slightly from the intake of breath.