Nathan Grant heard the door to the Mountie office shut loudly. Nathan had been stuck in the jail for hours longer than he had hoped and the papers strewn about, his messy hair and tossed aside serge were evidence of that. However, the mountain of reports he had to complete were not going to write themselves.

"Constable Grant."

Nathan looked up to see Elizabeth, his bride of three weeks, standing in front of him. She was dressed in a royal blue skirt and white lace shirtwaist; her chestnut brown hair cascaded down around her shoulders. Elizabeth always looked gorgeous to Nathan but right now, she looked downright irresistible.

"Mrs. Grant." Nathan spoke up, watching Elizabeth's reaction to being called her married name. Sure enough, he watched the shiver that passed through Elizabeth's body and the smile that lit up her face, her, eyes, the room.

"I thought you needed dinner." Elizabeth held up the basket she had in her hand.

Nathan smiled. "Thank you." He looked down at the typewriter once more. "I wish I was at home with you and the kids instead of doing all this paperwork."

Elizabeth set the basket on the chair and slowly walked around to Nathan's side of the desk. "Are you sure you wish you were home?" Elizabeth smiled seductively as she moved towards Nathan's lap. "Because if we were home, the kids would be awake, and I couldn't do this." Elizabeth shifted her body so that she was straddling Nathan. She ran her fingers through his brown hair, nibbling on his ear.

All thought of work left his body and Nathan placed both of his hands on either side of his wife's face. He protectively placed his thumb on the base of her jawbone, his body taut with desire. He kissed Elizabeth deeply and passionately, slowly moving his hands down the contours of her body and back again. He could feel her skin under the soft material and it made Nathan fill with longing. Neither husband nor wife was aware of time. It had ceased to matter.

"Come with me," Nathan whispered hungrily when they paused for a moment of air.

Elizabeth stood up and allowed Nathan to get up from the chair. Thank goodness it was dark and the curtains were drawn; no eyes of Hope Valley could see in. Nathan immediately took his wife into his arms and carried her towards the jail cell. Elizabeth felt her back against the cool steel of the bars with Nathan's hands and arms on either side of her. He looked at her with such passion. Nathan leaned his head down and pressed his body up against Elizabeth's. He encouraged her lips to part, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. She tasted of peppermint as she always did.

"No, come with me," Elizabeth said seductively. In a manner of seconds, it was Nathan whose back was against the jail cell bars. Inside the jail cell. She was now in charge. She had the reins. They continued to move in time with their kisses, oblivious to their whereabouts, only aware that they could give into desires if they so chose.

"Now do you really wish you were home," Elizabeth whispered.

"Lizabeth," Nathan kissed her once more as if in answer. He placed his hand on the jail cell bar and then quickly noticed something. "We're locked in."

"What?" Elizabeth looked at the door Nathan had his hand on. "Oh," Elizabeth smiled sheepishly. "I think as I was kissing you I must have closed it."

Nathan turned Elizabeth's face to his once more. "Well, I think we should make the best of it. We can talk or keep kissing. And if it gets late, we can sleep." Nathan motioned his head towards the cot in the corner of the cell.

"Or," Elizabeth kissed her husband and winked at him. "How about we don't sleep?"

Nathan swept his wife into his arms once more. He carried her over towards the cot and laid her down. "That is more than alright with me," he said, as he got lost in Elizabeth Grant's embrace and kiss. Mountie life certainly was adventurous but being married to Elizabeth—enjoying this marital bliss—was an even better adventure.