A Moment Of Weakness for Elizabeth

[Jeremy Colborne]

A moment of weakness

Elizabeth Davenport

[Elizabeth Davenport]

12. My muse has been drugged with an aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing a release.

Elizabeth did not fully understand why they were at a dinner with these people. It wasn't like any of them were in desperate need to impress these people or had anything relying on these relationships. Personally, Elizabeth found it a tad awkward that several members of the Wellington family had been invited to a dinner. After all, their son, Martin, had tried several times to court Elizabeth but she had always turned him down. There was something about him that she did not like, other than the obvious personality flaws. He made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge, and not in a good way. 

The only good part about the dinner was that she had Jeremy by her side. Their engagement had been a happy endeavor, though surprising to some. Elizabeth did not care what others said. Her father approved of the marriage and upon receiving that approval, Elizabeth realized how much it actually meant to her. Jeremy was different than the others but she appreciated that about him. They could have wonderful conversations and also sit in comfortable silence. Elizabeth knew that the wisest thing was to marry one's best friend and she truly believed she was being given that opportunity. Their friendship was different than the one she had with Benedict, which was quite alright, but it was a friendship she had adored nevertheless. 

Sitting down to dinner, Elizabeth offered a smile to Jeremy and even reached under the table to give his hand a quick squeeze before anyone could see. She knew that social events were not his favorite but the fact that he was here with her meant everything. Making her not have to endure this alone was a gesture she would appreciate very much. Elizabeth did not appreciate the smirk on Martin's face as she reached for her glass, taking a sip even though something within her mind told her not to. She believed him to just be someone she did not wish to spend time around, for he did not leave a good impression upon her. 

The dinner went on, polite conversation flowing and as time passed, Elizabeth found herself feeling quite odd. Her mind began to haze and she felt uncomfortable in her chair. Her temperature rose and she was quite certain her cheeks were flushed. Elizabeth did not know what was going on but she was surprised her stepmother did not comment on her appearance. Perhaps she was far too busy with her guests, which was usually a good thing for Elizabeth. 

Dinner finished and Elizabeth was thankful for everyone getting to retire to the drawing room for further conversation. Perhaps she would be able to sneak out and collect herself and her thoughts. Elizabeth felt like everything was on fire and this was not a feeling she had endured before. It reminded her of something similar but she had never been able to place a label on what this feeling was. It was a feeling she sometimes got whenever she was around Jeremy. Ah yes, Jeremy. Perhaps he could help her.

The pair were at the back of the group as the others walked towards the drawing room. With her arm looped through his, Elizabeth pulled him back and down a different direction. "Come," she said with a smile. No one would bother them in Elizabeth's music room and it was far enough away where no one would think to even look there. Shoving Jeremy through the door, Elizabeth closed the door and locked it. "Kiss me," she said, moving forward and practically flinging her arms around him. Without even waiting, Elizabeth leaned in and pressed her lips against his. It was the smallest amount of relief but not what she needed. 

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[Jeremy Colborne]

---While Jeremy was not overly fond of dinners such as this, things had become easier since Elizabeth. Since meeting her, since getting to know her, since becoming engaged to her. She understood him where others did not. And accepted him with his high levels of stress and what it could result in. She had even witnessed one of his episodes and did not get scared or think him weak for it. She helped him to feel, calmer. So dinners such as these, became bearable. The pressures and burdens while still upon his shoulders, significantly eased. Even his father and mother seemed rather pleased with all this, considering he was wedding the daughter of a Marquess.

---Jeremy had not thought it possible to find someone like her. And he was ever so grateful for that day in the woods when she had an accident with her horse. Not that he wished her ill, but that he believed it truly was fate. He felt her hand and felt her presence, even if they were not talking to each other but remaining polite in company . . . and that was all he needed to get them through this dinner. When it was over, they were making their way through the hall to the next tedious part of the night, when he suddenly felt Elizabeth pulled him to another room. It was unexpected but . . . also thrilling, if he was being quite honest. He imagined she wanted a private word. Perhaps to speak of that vile Martin who Jeremy had noticed was practically leering at Elizabeth. But instead of conversation . . . she seemed to have something else entirely in mind.

---She threw her arms around him, moments before telling him to kiss her as he readily complied with her request. He instinctively put his arms on either side of her waist, closing his eyes as he soaked in the embrace. Letting it linger, letting the sensation of her every touch course through his body and soul . . . and slowly eased out of it. Knowing, that he could not let it last for too long. Their wedding seemed so far away, especially in moments such as these where temptation was the cruelest enemy. He slowly opened his eyes to look at her, a smile touching his lips. "I have never come across a request that was easier to fulfil," he told her, belatedly responding to her request of kissing him . . . or demand.

---He quite liked that in fact. Seeing Elizabeth take charge like this. But, now that he was looking at her, though she still looked breathtakingly beautiful . . . there was something different. Something in her eyes, and complexion. He raised his hand to her cheek, gently stroking it. "Are you well?" He asked with a continued smile but soft concern there. Not because she had asked him to kiss her, but because of how she stood before him now. Hopefully, his question did not offend . . . though realizing after he said it, how it might. "Not that I mind this little detour," he added on lightly.

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Elizabeth Davenport

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[Elizabeth Davenport]

His hands left a trail of fire, burning through her clothes and skin as his arms wrapped around her waist. Elizabeth could not even be bothered with how improper this might be were someone to walk in on them. She cared about nothing else in that moment. It was all about Jeremy and how she so desperately ached to be close to him. Her mind couldn't even stand to process what was happening to her and how something definitely wasn't right. Instead, all she could think about was Jeremy and being with him. 

Elizabeth felt a smile spread across her face at his words. "That's quite good to know," she said. "You shall have to get used to it." Now that they were engaged, Elizabeth knew that they had a lifetime filled with moments like these. Truthfully, she never thought she would find affection like this appealing but with Jeremy, she couldn't help it. She didn't know how he felt about it and found herself curious. Did it bother him or make him uncomfortable? Surely he would have said something if that were the case. 

Leaning into his hand against her cheek, Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment. It felt so good and soothing to have him touch her like that. It took her a moment to realize he'd asked a question and she opened her eyes to look at him. "I'm fine," she assured him. "I just . . . need you." She didn't know how else to say it. "It's like my entire being is on fire for you." She felt like she was reciting some of his poetry. 

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[Jeremy Colborne]

Jeremy watched Elizabeth carefully, his expression still softened but also, curious. As something did indeed feel different and at the same time . . . wonderful. For any many to hear from not only a beautiful woman, but also their intended that they desired them to such an extent . . . was indeed flattering. Or in Jeremy's care, honoring. She told him that she needed him and he wondered if he could properly explain just how much he needed her. Just how much he too desired her.

Restraint was always difficult, but it seemed nearly impossible in a moment such as this. Where they were close, alone, and she was saying things that made him long to consummate their marriage before they even reached the Church. He let out a breath at hearing her say that, trying to find the words to say which was always a struggle for the author. "I um . . . " A pause. "I also . . . " Another pause. He found himself getting lost in her eyes and could no longer take it. Damned it all. He leaned forward to kiss her again, this time more passionately, allowing himself to lose his breath in the embrace. As if giving her some relief to the fire and yet at the end . . . it would only further ignite them both.

He parted his lips from hers too soon, catching his breath as his tongue swept over his bottom lip to further moisten it. Almost instantly dry from what he was about to say -- or what he would attempt to say. "I . . . desire you too," he assured her. Completely. Utterly. Painfully. He gave her a small, soft smile as he attempted to continue what he was trying to say. "I want this, it . . ." Their first time. "To be special. To be, perfect . . . for you." To him, he knew that any time with her, would be beyond perfect yet if it was her first, he wished to make it as perfect as he could. As wonderful for her as he could. And, could not help but wonder if a stolen moment hidden in a room, would be as such for the woman that he loved.

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Elizabeth Davenport

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[Elizabeth Davenport]

Whatever was coursing through Elizabeth was quite clearly clouding her judgement. As she was usually very in-tuned to any hesitations Jeremy had, she was unable to process the look of curiosity behind his eyes. Maybe it was why Elizabeth and Jeremy were so good for one another. He did not have to say anything and Elizabeth could just read him like one of the books he wrote. She knew when he was uncomfortable or when he needed space. She knew all of these things about him and was eager to continue to learn about him as they spent their lives together. 

His inability to form a sentence did not concern her, though it usually would. Then he connected their lips and Elizabeth melted into the passion he put into the kiss. Elizabeth did not want it to end but he pulled away and her eyes immediately darted down to his lips. The way his tongue moved out to wet his lips always drove her crazy. "I love when you do that," she said with a grin, reaching out and drawing her thumb along his bottom lip. To hear his words, his desires, did not help to quench the flames within her body. The flames just for him. "So long as I'm with you, it will be utterly perfect," Elizabeth assured him, reaching out and placing her hands behind his neck. 

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[Jeremy Colborne]

Jeremy's eyes remained locked onto hers as she commented on a quirk of his. A habit that his father often condemned as he said it looked . . . unsophisticated. But alas, Jeremy had never done it purposely but rather, out of moments where his throat was often dry and where words often failed him. The need to moisten his lips and stall for time while his mind attempted to cohesively articulate his thoughts and ideas. How easy it was for him on paper, was as difficult as it was for him through oral communication. Yet, Elizabeth commented on it now with means to flatter. And it brought a smile upon his lips to know, that she did not see it as being ungentlemanly nor lacking sophistication. Would that he only aware of when he did it so that he may di it more often . . . for her.

The softness of her finger running along his lip only further fueled his own desire . . . her words, making it more difficult to deny what they both seemed to so passionately want. He leaned forward to kiss her again, softly, but deeply, coaxing her mouth open with his own to taste her. To allow himself to sink into her embrace as he tried to find a way to give them both what they wanted . . . without any possibility of her becoming regretful. Breaking the contact once more, Jeremy did not stray far as his lips trailed along the corner of her mouth to her cheek, his head lowered and slightly turned, pausing so that his cheek rested against hers for a moment.

"Did something happen?" He asked softly, drawing his head back so that he could look at her. "To . . . fill you so strongly with desire?" Of course for him, he desired her quite early on yet this felt different. Not unwelcome nor unwanted but merely, different. Leaning forward to lightly kiss her again, as if to build up the courage to say his next words. "I don't . . . wish for you to regret it," he admitted, his eyes still closed when speaking the words out of lacking courage. 

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[Elizabeth Davenport]

While Elizabeth was quite certain that she needed a particular thirst quenched right this very instant, she knew that she would also be fine with her and Jeremy waiting until they married to do such activities. But there had to be other things they could do in order to help whatever was going on with her. Elizabeth decided that it was undoubtedly her desires for Jeremy just becoming too much and that was what had taken over her entire being. 

Jeremy connected their lips once more and Elizabeth found her own mouth being coaxed open, tasting every bit of him as if she could not get enough. Her eyes were closed as she reveled in the bliss that his touch provided, letting out a disappointed sigh as his lips left her own but trailed off to the side of her mouth. 

It took a moment for Elizabeth to process his question, and even then, she did not fully understand it. Was he confused about her desire for him? He pulled back and Elizabeth felt her eyes open so she could look at him. She still did not understand this feeling herself but found herself smiling and reaching forward, her hands placing themselves on either side of Jeremy's face. "Yes, I fell off a horse and met the most wonderful man that I could not shake from my thoughts," she replied. "That is what happened." Their lips touched again, only briefly, as she listened to him speak again. "Nothing that happens between us will fill me with regret," she assured him. "But if you do not wish for things to go too far between us, I understand." She knew it was not proper. They were not even married, though they would be soon enough. "Surely there are other things?" Elizabeth was not well versed in what such things were, but perhaps he would know. "All I know is that I feel I will die if you do not keep touching me."

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