True love's kiss

Laughing at Jefferson's story, she puts down her glass. "What time is it actually already," Moira asks. "Near midnight," Jefferson replies seriously. "Oh Jefferson, I'm sorry." Jefferson hastily interrupts her; "Don't go anywhere. I have to keep an eye on you, maybe you have a concussion," he says worriedly. Moira smiles. "Thank you" she whispers and stares into his deep eyes. "I have something for you," Jefferson begins, standing up. He gets behind Moira. Surprised, she looks at the necklace hanging around her neck. A small silver key adorns a gold necklace. "What is that," asks Moira incomprehensibly. "I took the lock off the door. I thought you might like a keepsake." Moira smiles with satisfaction. "Thank you, Jefferson." "You don't have to wear it, I know it's stupid though." I love it, Moira gently interrupts and kisses his rough jaw. Jefferson smiled.

For a moment, the only sound was that of the crisping fire while they stared into each others eyes. Then ... Out of nowhere, Jefferson carefully plants his lips on Moira's. Surprised that she kisses him back, he closes his eyes. Soon the passion swells between their lips as Moira wraps her arms around Jefferson's neck. Their lips don't part as Moira slowly lets her fall onto her back. "Jefferson" Moira whispers as he hangs over her. "Shh," Jefferson whispers and kisses her neck lovingly. Short of breath, Moira closes her eyes as he kisses her neck.

Jefferson gently takes Moira in his arms. She crosses her legs around his back and wraps her arms around his neck as they kiss happily. "Moira, I love you," Jefferson whispers as he slowly walks into the bedroom with Moira in his arms. Moira smiles and looks into his eyes. "I love you too" she answers and kisses his soft lips. Jefferson smiles and closes his bedroom door. He puts Moira on his bed and hangs over her again. "Moira looks into his eyes while he opens his shirt. He removes the scarf from his neck and throws it on the floor with his waistcoat. Passionately, he kisses Moira again and removes her blouse. He carefully places his hand on her round breast and kisses her neck. Moira groans almost silently as he lowers his lips to her chest. "Moira" he whispers softly and looks into her eyes. "Don't stop", she whispers, and removes his shirt. Jefferson smiles and kisses her again as he removes her bright white bra. Moira gently runs her fingers over his muscular chest. To her surprise, not a single hair adorns his checkered chest. Jefferson smiles and slides his lips from her neck to her nipple. Moira moans very softly as he massages her nipple with his tongue.

Her skin burns under his fingertips as they slowly slide down her bare leg to her thigh. It doesn't take long before his fingers slide inside her. "Sst" he laughs and kisses her lips when she softly moans. "Moira chuckles and kisses him. Whatever this is, what this feeling also is she doesn't want it to stop. She doesn't want Jefferson to leave her ever again.

Jefferson smiles and removes her skirt. Her slip soon followed, leaving her completely naked under Jefferson. But she doesn't care anymore. Her heart longs for the mad hatter. Jefferson kisses her side lovingly while his fingers massage her clitoris. Moira, moaning, pulls his hair as he holds his tongue to her clitoris. "Jefferson" she gasps. Jefferson smiles and kisses her neck. She carefully opens his pants and pulls the black jeans over his hips. She takes him in her hands while he kisses her neck. "I really love you" she whispers. "I love you too" Jefferson answers and penetrates her. He passionately kisses her lips while pushing deeper and deeper into her with his hips. "Jefferson" Moira whispers, moaning and scratching his strong back.

Birds chirp happily, enjoying the first rays of the spring sun. Moira slowly opens her eyes. Jefferson is lying next to her, his deep brown eyes on her. "Good morning" he smiles and kisses her. Moira smiles and kisses his lips. "Good morning" she smiles. Laughing, she drops her head on the fluffy pillow when he leans over her. "I hope you slept well?" "Better than ever" she answers and kisses him. Jefferson smiles. "Pancakes or waffles?" "Hm" asks Moira incomprehensibly. "I have an appointment with Grace that Sunday is always pancakes or waffles," confesses Jefferson and frowns. Moira laughs. "Surprise me" she teases. "In that case," Jefferson laughs and kisses her while tickling her thigh. Laughing, Moira tries to escape. "Is it okay if I take a shower first?" Asks Moira. "Of course," Jefferson mocks and kisses her again before leaving the bed. Smiling, Moira walks into the bathroom. She can only remember half the passionate night, but she is now sure ... She has no regrets. Jefferson is everything she ever wanted. He makes her happy like no one else can. She carefully steps under the warm water and soaps her. Here and there she has some blue spots on her pale skin. Hook's brutality had left a mark, she thinks sadly. But that is the past. Now.. she would never have to worry again cause Jefferson is the sweetest man she ever met. Even though he first kidnapped her. Hastily she dresses in a little red dress. Luckily she still had some clothes laying here. She steps in black pumps and looks at Jefferson his gift. It is funny and still so cute she thinks. With a smile on her face, she walks to the kitchen. "Hey" she smiles and kisses Jefferson his jaw. Jefferson smiles. Grace exclaims "Moira". "Hey" laughs Moira and hugs Grace. "I knew you would come back" she laughs. "I don't think she's going to leave anytime soon," Jefferson winks and hands a plate of waffles. "Oh" laughs Moira and accepts a plate. Jefferson smiles and kisses her forehead. No, in the end Moira wouldn't want to leave anytime soon ... For the first time, she feels where she belongs .. At home ... In a family.