Freedom Of Expression

[lennie3]

It was a pity he kept her distracted as he rid himself of his shoes and breeches, though it was a distraction she could accept if kissing him meant she was robbed of the sight. However if the dark haired woman was going to have things go the way she wanted she would be receiving the opportunity to watch him undress in front of her in the near future. Her thoughts muddled as he kissed her, exhaling softly Genevieve was unable to help the smile passing over her lips as he did, enjoying the gentle manner of his kiss.

Genevieve flashed a smile as she followed his lead, trusting his guidance as she stepped backwards, a soft moan falling from her parted lips as she felt the wall against her back. "I believe I'd be inclined to agree with you," she admitted, still teasing him as his body pressed against hers. Genevieve's hands moved over his skin, slow exploration of touch; fingers familiarizing themselves with the sharp curve of his jaw, of the spot where his neck met his shoulder, scratching lightly over his biceps only to dance over his chest. Tilting her head she looked up at him, something akin to mischief flashing through her eyes, darkened by lust, she let her lips follow the path her touch had travelled as best she could manage pinned between him and the wall.

She sighed softly, leg sliding up around his and the soft sigh morphed into a moan as he pressed further against her. He was a terrible idea, but terrible ideas were difficult to resist when they came in such charming and delectable forms. While one of her hands moved back into those chestnut locks she was finding she enjoyed the feel of between her fingers so much the other wrapped around his back, dragging along his spine down to his behind and she smirked against him, fingers stopping to hover along his lower back.

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Each sound she made fueled his own. Each touch of her hand and lips, intensified his desire for her. Her fingers and lips both leaving a trail of heat that coursed through his entire body. When she drew back he slowly opened his eyes, gaze glossed over with the passion she was causing to stir within him. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He let out a heavy breath, mixed with a slight moan of pleasure at the way her lips felt against his bare skin. Her leg sliding around his placing some pressure on his growing arousal. His hands moved to either side of her, sliding under her thighs, rubbing against her behind before gently lifting her up a little so that she would not be so strained in reaching him . . . considering the different in height between them. Despite the fact that he had her against the wall when he knew he should take her to the comfort a bed . . . he still concerned himself with her being comfortable indeed. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ His hands moved for her to wrap her legs around him, before placing them back under her to keep her supported. His lips moving against hers, coaxing her mouth open with his own and letting it linger before drawing back, but hardly an inch between them. Breathing out the words. "Any further instruction?" He teased, unsure how he was even able to form coherent words at this moment in their current state. He just couldn't resist the playful comment, the dynamic just adding to the pleasure and all that which would soon come. Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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Her feet lifted off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing as she felt his arousal press firmer against her own. Every inch of skin touched feeling burning hot, desire coursing through her veins as her arm wrapped around his shoulders for support. It was easier to kiss him like this she realized, her lips sliding over his with an increased purpose at the new angle found from what she decided was a far more advantegous position.

The question caused her fingers to press harder into the flesh of his shoulders, feeling her desire for him build and she swore whatever she needed to do to keep things this simple she would do them. Smiling Genevieve shifted in his arms, moaning as her hips brushed his and she swiped the pad of her thumb over his lips, "yes," she hummed, teasingly pausing as she moved her lips along the shell of his ear, whispering as she let her lips brush against his skin, "touch me."

She rolled her hips into his, hissing lightly as she moved back to kiss him. While their previous kisses had felt slow, deliberate and calculated, full of tease and games, Genevieve was beginning to feel the rush within them, feel the urge behind how their lips moved together. Using the advantage her legs around his waist gave her Genevieve urged him impossibly closer, the friction drawing moans from the woman, her body humming in delight. Despite it her motions remained slow and deliberate, just like every word spoken between them every action was part of the same teasing game. But each touch did not only serve to tease him, it pushed her as well, just as much as him she hoped.

Pressing her lips to his in more than the ghost of a kiss Genevieve let her tongue explore his mouth, teeth nibbling his lip as she drew back to let the kiss change to a soft brush, "I believe I'm obliged to continue our lesson," she hummed, gaze holding his and her hand cupped his jaw, "so here's the next one - what do you want, Bridgerton?"

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He could feel himself thicken with desire, her lips trailing over different parts of him that she could now access with better ease; her lips whispering sensual words that he longed to fufill. His body heaved with desire, breathing growing heavy as he moved one hand from her cheek, trailing down her side, sliding to the side to cup her breast in his hand and massage it. The roll of her helps placing pressure on his growing need, knowing he would not be able to withhold himself for much longer. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ His hand continued to move down, slipping between them to do well, as instructed. Not that he felt an obligation to . . . it merely just further showed his compliance to each of her 'instructions'. Skimming the outer folds of her skin, his lips eagerly moved against her lips, fervent desire and need in the embrace just as he felt it come from her. He moaned against her, fingers sliding to her upper thigh and sliding back up the side of her body, wanting to touch her everywhere. The softness of her skin needing to be felt in every way possible. She continued to speak, unsure how he was even able to comprehend them as her touches seemed to be robbing him of thought and all coherence. But never the less, they processed in his mind and she asked him what he wanted. He kissed her immediately after, his hand now dropping to himself, guiding him to her core. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He paused for a moment, easing out of the kiss but keeping his lips against hers. "Just you." The words may seem simple, yet held significance. For it was true. All he wanted in this moment, was her. The freedom of expectations and pressures perhaps fueling their lust and desire . . . but never the less, it allowed him to be with her with ease. Nothing to distract his mind about what if they were caught. Or whether this was wise. No. Tonight, he was only a man and she a woman stripped of any titles and burdens placed upon them from society. So yes; all he wanted was her. And with those words, he pushed his hips forward, pressing into her as he let out a breathy moan of pleasure at the incredible sensation. Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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Genevieve melted into his touch, the soft feel of his skin against hers a stark reminder of his rank. It was a reminder of the difficulty it would bring if their affairs were exposed to the ton, of how different their standings were. Her intention had never been for this to happen more than once, once was a happy happenstance but twice made it repetition and repetition risked habit. Making a habit out of such... endeavours, posed a risk Genevieve couldn't tell she was willing to take outside of this place within their world free from expectations and constricts.

In a strange manner of ways they were equals in this moment. "And right now you have me," it was all she could offer him, Genevieve was sure they both knew as much, she hoped they both knew at the very least. The simplicity of his words could only exist in this moment, in this room it could be what it was. Whatever escapist fantasy from the fanciful life he led right now was all Genevieve would ever be willing to offer him. She had seen women, some of whom she considered friends, of her station get involved with men like him and it never seemed to end well for her friends.

Yet the risks of it was furthest from her mind as Benedict's touch grazed her frame purposefully, drawing moans from and delighted gasps from her lips. Body arching into his touch Genevieve dragged her fingers down his back, memorising the movements of him beneath her. Exhaling sharply as his hips pressed forward, burying himself in her core as he head dropped to his shoulders, face pressing against the crook of his neck, lips moving over his skin. With a soft sigh Genevieve tightened her legs around him, drawing him closer to her as her palm cupped his jaw, thumb brushing over his lips before her own captured his.

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Her words played over in his mind. Right now, he had her. And she had him. And nothing else seemed to matter. Benedict knew that upon entering this house, the society that he had known and grown up in was outside, not within these walls. And these moments further proved that. Stripped of titles and rank, left only man and woman. Or in some cases as he discovered here . . . man and man. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Her hands and lips over his further spurred his actions. Having paused upon entering her to allow her a moment to grow used to him inside of her, his hips then thrust forward in long, drawn out motions. His breathing growing more heavy as his hands kept hold of her, breathy grunts of pleasure at the building release. His lips eagerly found hers, kissing her with fervent passion as his movements starting to pick up momentum and pace once falling into a steady rhythm with her. Feeling that peak of euphoria was not too far from coming indeed. Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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Genevieve found herself realizing she wanted time; time to explore him, to find which spots would make him shiver and moan as she touched and kissed them. She could have cursed him for it, for the way she felt intoxicated by his presence and how they had allowed it to become more than that one time. But Genevieve had known from the moment she'd seen him tonight it would end like this, that her mind and body would be at war but that here and now her body would win the fight. These parties were not a place where one applied logic and critical thinking to their thoughts, this was a place for action and act they most certainly had.

Moaning as he moved against her, Genevieve smiled against his kiss, rolling her own hips into his. Regardless of the lack of thinking which had brought them to where they were it was becoming increasingly difficult to think of anything but Benedict. All she knew was the way his skin felt against her own, his lips on hers as he thrusted into her filling her core. Genevieve felt her pleasure building in her core, coil tightening familiarily, knowing the sweet sensation wasn't far away and her nails scraped along his back. The slow sensuality had been replaced by passionate need, a hunger they both needed to sate as they moved against each other both of them chasing the same high.

She could feel the signs of her release growing, the way her walls hugged around him and the pleasure building impossibly. Her moans soft against the shell of his ear, and she slipped her other hand that didn't claw at his back into his hair, God she was becoming far too fond of those dark locks. "More," she breathed.

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Her words continued to spur him on, not that her touch was not enough. But hearing her breathe encouragement, was sweet music to his ears. Feeling the scraping of her nails against his bare back simply adding to every ounce of pleasure racing through him as did her fingers in his hair. He pressed one hand against the wall to better brace them, however it was short lived, the need to touch her far too overpowering. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ His hand returned to her, sliding up her shoulder and cheek, his tongue continuing its exploration in her mouth to deepen the embrace and drink in her taste. His thrusts quickened, feeling himself throb and swell . . . indicating he was close. His breath quickened, shifting his lips from hers to bury his head in the crook of her neck. Allowing only a few more deep thrusts he then abruptly pulled out to prevent his seed from spilling inside of her, the action met with a satisfied moan as he reached that peak of euphoric bliss. His shoulders began to relax, his face still buried against her skin as he just basked in the pleasurable ecstasy. Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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Everything about him was inebriating, pushing her closer to the edge of her own euphoric release. Moaning Genevieve let her head fall back, breaking the kiss between them momentarily before he captured her lips again. Her release came moments before he pulled out of her, electric heat rushing through her, nails digging into his back and a moan swallowed into their kiss as she clenched around him. Breathing shallow she leaned into him for support, chest heaving with each breath and Genevieve sighed contentedly.

Her fingers loosened in his hair, brushing gently even as her nails scratched lightly over his scalp and Genevieve hummed softly. "Well, I must say I am rather pleased I didn't need to share you with Lucy this time, Bridgerton," the brunette teased, and she felt relieved how her mind could focus on what had been safe; surely the easy conversation from before she had pulled him into an empty room to have her way with him could be considered safe? Genevieve unhooked her legs from around his waist, sliding down onto the floor she still held onto him, reaching to cup his cheek with her hand, "it's becoming quite nice to see you around these parts I must say."

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Benedict was slowly coming off that high, feeling her legs lower from his waist and immediately missing the warmth of them. He stood up a little straighter, drawing his head back only enough so that he could look at her. Eyes heavily lidded from the intense pleasure caused by their actions, and a soft smile upon his lips. One that came with so much ease and remained after her playful comment. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Then it gladdens me, that I can continue to please you," he told her with the same flirtation and playfulness in his voice, unable to resist leaning in to kiss her lips once more. Drawing back, she cupped his cheek and offered him further compliment, speaking of it being nice to see him in these parts. His hand moved to a stand of her curly hair that loosely fell around her, coiling it around his finger while the fingers of his other hand gently caressed her bare shoulder. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "The feeling is mutual," he told her. He took the words as quite the compliment, reflecting on her initial reaction to seeing him here. While it was not unkind or unwelcoming, it was easy to see the shock in her voice and expression when seeing a Bridgerton at a party such as this. "I find myself entranced by them, or more so by those present." His tone fully indicating that he was referring to her specifically. He had not recognized her the first time he saw her but now . . . he would be able to easily find her in a large crowd. Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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Even as she stood with her feet on the cold wood floor she remained backed against the wall in his arms without any complaints to be had. Had she been a few years younger, a fair bit more innocent, and not as knowledgable Genevieve was sure his words could've caused her to melt. Surely he had to be aware that the charm he possessed could tempt even the most determined of debutantes to give up that chaste innocence they were taught to so ardently protect. But Genevieve simply smiled, not taking her eyes off him as a soft smile formed on his own lips.

She laughed, "oh I think it is rather clear you do in fact please me," she murmured, hands on his chest for leverage as she pushed herself up to catch his lips in a slow kiss, languidly moving her lips over his, letting her tongue explore him. She found she had no rush to get away from him, no need to brush him off and redress, to rejoin the party still taking place outside of the door. For now, she was rather content to remain in his embrace. It was only for a moment after all, and there was no risk in living in the moment for just a little while longer.

"I believe those present would be inclined to admit they are not opposed to being the reason for your continued entrancement," Genevieve hummed, playful spark in her eyes lit once again, and she skimmed her fingertips over his skin; it wasn't quite the exploration her body and mind yearned for, but it'd do, for now. Their words could've referred to anyone else and yet it was so clear neither spoke of anyone else in attendance; from his tone of voice to the way she looked in his eyes as she spoke, someone would've needed to be a complete fool to miss how their words were only for one another.

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Benedict smiled, her words making him feel rather . . . proud. Honored perhaps. And not honor in the way that he was expected to exercise honor as a Bridgerton. No. He was fairly certain his family would not approve of this, but he was quickly learning that those of another class, did not make them any less worthy. And that rank, did not define a person. Yet it was not something he dare speak to them out of risk of exposing his personal affairs that were reinforcing this belief. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Music to any man's ears," he responded. "To know that one can please such a woman." His voice holding praise for her; surpassing beauty and well, just her. There was after all, something about her that drew him. Continuing to enjoy the her hands upon him, and not entirely certain if he ready to part from it . . . he was glad for the touches that followed. The deep kiss to which he immediately respond by parting his lips to offer her more access to him. Slow, draw out, and perhaps a bit too intimate considering they had already sated that burning need. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ There should be no more reason for it . . . but for them, there seemed to be every reason for it. And feeling this from her reassured his uncertain mind that it was not only him; that it was not one sided on his part. "Well then, that works out quite nicely does it not." Teasing words, playful remarks . . . it came with far too much ease between them and Benedict enjoyed every single one. There was also this, unspoken understanding and high probability . . . that this would not be the last time they found themselves in each other's company. Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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This was the trickery of what occurred between those who attended these parties. It was a night where titles and responsibilities were stripped away, men and women were just that, and they were free to do almost anything their hearts desired. Genevieve would not have gone as far as to claim her heart desired Benedict Bridgerton, however denying her desire for him would've been a rather obvious lie. Everything about him was a dangerous path to thread down and yet she had made no efforts to keep herself off the path, instead falling into step with him as he smiled and charmed her. In the sanctity of this room however she could stand in his arms and kiss him, she could kiss him and he was not a Bridgerton.

Genevieve smiled, it was far too easy to smile in his presence she noted, far too difficult to remain reasonable. To act with reason would have been to duck out of his embrace, try to smooth down her hair and lace up her corset once more. Instead she was making no attempts to move, smiling and laughing with him as they lavish one another with compliments which were only thinly veiled as not directed as the other. One would have needed to be a fool not to understand their words were meant for the other as they remained close, voices soft yet filled with desire despite their previous endeavours.

"Oh I believe it definitely could work out quite nicely," Genevieve hummed, speaking close to his lips, her own brushing against his as she spoke. Whatever it was between them it was remaining half unspoken as of now, acknowledged and still so far from defined. It was safer that way, better, it should need to stay this way. Because perhaps as much as her body reacted to his touch, how she enjoyed the feeling of him against her, she was enjoying his mind as well. Genevieve sighed softly, brushing her knuckles lightly over his cheek, "after all, denying oneself something which gives such... pleasure, seems far too cruel an action towards thyself," she hummed, dark eyes remaining trained on his as she spoke, confirming very much she was not opposed to his future company.

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She spoke what had entered his mind, further proving that they were indeed in sync with this. All of this. Now whether that was good or bad, Benedict hadn't the faintest idea. It was just what was, and he was enjoying it far too much to over think the repercussions. He was enjoying her far too much. The physical of course but even just . . . this. The ease in talking to her was not so easily found. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ To be able to communicate and tease after having known each other for so short a time. Yes. It was indeed a curious thing and Benedict was looking forward to spending more time with her. A dangerous road to go down but once again, his mind was far too at ease in the moment to consider anything potentially wrong with this. "I couldn't agree more," he told her truthfully, leaning forward to kiss deeply kiss her and allowing the kiss to linger before drawing back. He had come here to practice his sketching but it seemed he was having far more success here with her. "It would truly be a disservice to ourselves, if we do not allow the further exploration of such pleasures." Hoping it was not too forward and yet . . . he was also not overthinking every little thing he said to her. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ But merely, acting in the moment. Which, brought back an earlier thought: the ease and understanding between each other in what they said. "On any night such as this," he continued, brushing his lips against hers. Any night that they found themselves both here at the party. A night where they could do this behind closed doors. A night where they were given time to explore one another, and tease, and just enjoy the actions and conversations between them. Yes. Any night such as this would be thoroughly enjoyed, and anticipated in the time it was not being experienced. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Tag lennie3 Note: Better layout coming soon!

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Over the years Genevieve had considered herself many tings, but before now she never counted hypocrite as one of them. But she was the one who warned Siena against her dalliance with Anthony Bridgerton, who told her young friend to stay away from the man, to secure her future some place safer. Now it was her engaging in a dangerous game with Benedict Bridgerton, a game which she dared not imagine how it would end. She had not expected the attraction between them when they first met, and tonight when she saw him again Genevieve had been surprised it remained. But now, when they had both sated their needs, the electric feeling between them remained strong. So now she was a hypocrite, because Genevieve had no intention of keeping Benedict from her bed as long as he wished for a place in it.

"It would be terribly cruel," Genevieve agreed, kissing him, "to deny outselves such possibility for pleasure," she concluded. The worst part was she believed every word of it. Genevieve knew she was not an honest person, she kept more secrets than the ton would dare to dream of their favourite modiste. Adding a dalliance with the second Bridgerton son to the list would not make much of a difference, not for her. But despite her skill for deception she found she meant every word she told him.

Genevieve allowed her head to drop to his shoulder, lips ghosting over his skin in tiny butterfly kisses. She let her lips linger at the point where his neck connected to his shoulder, dragging her thumb over the spot she had just kissed as she pulled back, "I do believe, it truly would be a waste to not seize any opportunity shall it arise on a night like this," she paused, letting the meaning of her words hang in the air before continuing, "or at another time or place indeed." It was bold. Quite possibly too bold, it was as close as an invitation to find her when he pleased as she could come to without saying it out loud. Despite the recklessness Genevieve did not regret her words. She wanted him to know, she realised, that she still desired him, still yearned for him.

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