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By Any Other Name	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own The Big Valley, the characters or situations from the show. I make no money from writing this, just the personal satisfaction of (hopefully!) entertaining those who love the show as much as I do.

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Jarrod shut the door harder than he intended and slapped his hat down on the hall table in vexation. He then took a deep breath to calm himself. Just because his day wasn’t going well didn’t mean he needed to be in such a foul mood and he certainly wasn’t going to take out his frustrations on Heather. The thought of her was what kept him from being in completely bad humour altogether and the sight of her as she came around the corner brought a small, welcome smile to his face.
But she must have sensed something because after he drew her into his arms for a passionate kiss, she pulled back and looked at him searchingly.
“Is something wrong, Jarrod?”
Jarrod shook his head and tried to push away his problem for the time being. “It’s nothing, Heather,” he assured her.
“Well, why don’t you tell me about this nothing,” she requested as she helped him out of his jacket and removed his tie, “and then I’ll see what I can do to improve your day.”
“It’s already improved,” he told her sincerely and let her lead him into the sitting room. She guided him to a comfortable armchair, sat him down and proceeded to pour him a glass of scotch. She handed him the liquor and then settled herself in his lap.
“Now tell me what’s making you so tense,” she said as she massaged the back of his neck.
“It’s nothing, really,” he repeated and relaxed under her ministrations. “My housekeeper’s daughter’s very sick after having her baby and she had to leave at short notice to head down to Fresno to help out. It wouldn’t be such a problem, really, but I’m having several very important people over for dinner tomorrow night and don’t know where I’m going to find someone on such short notice.”
“Maybe I could help,” Heather said in a small voice. “I don’t know if I’m good enough to cook for important people, but if you can’t find anyone else…”
Jarrod looked at her in mild surprise. “Heather, your cooking is fine enough for the President of the United States, but I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”
Heath blushed slightly at the compliment. “I wouldn’t mind, Jarrod. I do like to cook and I did plenty housekeeping in my uncle’s hotel. My manners might not be the best, but I’d be happy to help you out.”
“Your manners are impeccable,” Jarrod assured her. “If you really wouldn’t mind, I appreciate the offer.” He pulled her head to his for a deeply sensual kiss. “Thank you, sweetheart.” His hand drifted to the front of her dress and caressed the soft mound of her breast. Heather pressed closer and her hand worked its way between them to rest on the growing bulge of his erection. Their tongues met and Heather leaned further into Jarrod’s embrace as his other hand moved to cup the back of her neck. They stayed that way for a long time, kissing and fondling and waking each other to desire before Jarrod rose with Heather in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

*
Heather smoothed back her hair, took a deep breath and returned to the dining room. So far, dinner had gone well. With Jarrod’s approval, she’d prepared a simple meal of roast and vegetables with a mushroom and tarragon soup for a starter. Something not too exotic, but something that was not everyday. Well, not everyday in most houses; Heather was sure fine cuts of beef were more prevalent on the tables of the houses Jarrod’s guests ate at than on most. Jarrod had chosen an expensive red wine to accompany dinner and from the affable conversation, it seemed as if things were going well. He was trying to keep some of his more influential acquaintances from backing a piece of anti-Chinese legislation the city was planning to pass and from the pleased expression on his face, it appeared he was making progress.
“Shall I serve coffee now, Mr. Barkley?” she asked respectfully.
Jarrod nodded. “I think we’ll have it in the study, thank you.” He turned back to the grey haired gentleman beside him as he and his guests got to their feet. “As I was saying…”
Heather felt a quick pain in her heart at Jarrod’s seeming indifference as she returned to the kitchen for the coffee and just as quickly chastised herself. You’re the hired help, she scolded, and it would be improper for him to treat you like anything else.
But her heart still felt heavy as she readied the coffee service. She was just the hired help, even if the services she usually performed were of a more intimate nature than those of a cook or housekeeper. She kept a pleasantly impassive face as she served the coffee to Jarrod and his guests and valiantly kept her feelings under control when she asked if there was anything else and received an offhand, “No thank you, Heather, that will be all.”
As she rolled up her sleeves and poured hot water in the sink to do the dishes, Heather couldn’t stop a few tears from rolling down her cheeks. It was silly to be feeling this way, but Heather couldn’t help it. She wasn’t the type of woman to be seen in public gracing the arm of a man like Jarrod Barkley and shouldn’t be allowing herself to fall in love with him, but she guessed she wasn’t the first mistress to fall for her lover and probably wouldn’t be the last. Jarrod wasn’t doing it to hurt her, after all; he had been clear and up front in his intentions from the start. She should just be grateful such a kind and passionate man had chosen her to be his bedmate.
Heather managed to get the majority of the dishes finished and had refilled the sink to wash up the silver and crystal when she felt a soft kiss on her neck. She turned to see Jarrod’s blue eyes shining at her.
“Thank you, Heather,” he said as he picked up a towel and started drying the forks. “You are a lifesaver.”
Heather’s heart warmed at his sincere appreciation. “Jarrod, you shouldn’t be back here,” she protested, “this is my job.”
“And everything was excellent and you’ve been on your feet all day,” he informed her. “This is above and beyond the call of duty. I’ve said goodnight to my guests and I don’t mind helping. Besides,” he said mischievously, “the sooner everything is cleaned up, the sooner you can join me upstairs and let me show you my appreciation for all your hard work.” He gave her a wink and she smiled back and before they knew it, the dishes were done and the kitchen was spotless.
Jarrod took her hands and drew her up the stairs to the large bedroom overlooking the back garden. A large mahogany fireplace dominated one wall and a massive four-poster bed was situated across from it. Jarrod guided Heather to the bed and sat her down before kneeling at her feet and removing her shoes.
“Jarrod, what are you doing?” she asked and he smiled as his hand snaked up under her dress to unfasten her stockings and draw them off one by one.
“Like I said, you’ve been on your feet all day,” he told her. “I’m sure they must be tired.” He rubbed the sole of her foot with strong fingers, starting at her heel and working his way toward her toes. Heather had never had anyone treat her with such tenderness, except maybe when she was little, and never in such a sensual fashion. She hadn’t realized how erotic a simple act could be as Jarrod massaged her feet and ankles.
“That feels wonderful, Jarrod,” she said softly and Jarrod leaned down to kiss the tip of her big toe.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said back. He rose to his knees and started unfastening her dress. Heather reached down to unbutton his shirt, but Jarrod gently pushed her hands away.
“No,” he told her as he slowly undressed her. “You’ve been hard at work to help me all day, let me be the one to do something for you.”
“Jarrod, I was happy to do it,” she objected with a smile.
“And I’m happy to be doing this.” After pulling off all her clothes, Jarrod returned to the side of the bed and began nibbling his way up her leg. She giggled when he nuzzled a ticklish spot at the back of her knee and sighed in pleasure when he kissed and sucked on her inner thigh.
“Oh, Jarrod,” she whispered when his lips moved over to the folds of her womanhood. He lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders and burrowed his face into the nest of hair between them. He worked her over with relish, using his teeth, lips and tongue to arouse and stimulate her. When he thrust his tongue hard inside, Heather knew it was over and gripped Jarrod’s head to keep it tight against her as her muscles convulsed in a crushing wave of ecstasy. She moaned loudly as she drew every bit of pleasure from his questing mouth and finally collapsed across the bed.
Jarrod sat on the bed and leaned across her. He kissed her forehead gently, her eyes, her cheek and then her lips. “Stay here tonight,” he requested softly. “Stay here; let me love you all night and wake up with you in my arms.”
Heather knew she should say no; she knew she shouldn’t let her heart get in any deeper than it already was. “All right, Jarrod,” she heard herself say and knew she would make the most of every moment she could spend with the man she knew she loved.
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