Lets Get Wet

[Sophia Beckett]

Sophie grinned and tugged on her new husband's hand. Over the last few days since their marriage, she had Benedict were spending their days alone at My Cabin. The caretakers, two wonder models of what a happy marriage looked like, were off staying with their daughter for a few days to give them time alone. Which was why the chance to experience something she often dreamed about was at hand.

"Come on," she urged, tugging on his hand as they left out of the back door and headed outside. It was a warm afternoon, and a rare sun shine filled day. Everything was working out perfectly. Which was why she had pulled him along--without telling him what was happening. "Do remember when I found you here?" She asked as they approached the lake. Turning so her back was to the water, Sophie smiled up at him. "Can I join you this time?"

Last time she had found him by mistake. He had realized it--she did not know how. It had lead to an . . . . encounter that left her curious. She would dream of it sometimes before they began their relationship. Now, she was ready to stop dreaming and start living.

Benedict Bridgerton

[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Sophia Beckett

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Benedict's curiosity and intrigue was peaked as she urged him out of the home, and he silently followed without objection. Quite the opposite in fact . . . he wanted to see what his beloved wife had in mind. The past few days of newly wed bliss had been beyond words. All that time of believing they could be never together, of never being able to be together was only a memory. For, they were now united through body, heart, and soul.

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My Cottage served as the perfect place for their honeymoon for neither needed an extravagant estate or the riches that came with it. They needed only each other. And that, was perfect. Mr and Mrs Crabtree had also used the opportunity to visit their daughter and give them some privacy. Which meant, they had the entire home to themselves. So when she was pulling him out of it, he was indeed wondering where they were going . . . though it did not take long to figure it out. A smile formed on his lips as he looked at the lake before turning his attention onto his wife, asking if he remembered when she found him here. "How could I forget," he teased in return, the fondness of the memory. Him having had recovered from his sickness, and needing to disappear into the water . . . only to be found by her. She then asked a question to which there was only one answer.

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"I would refuse to ever to go in again if you did not," he said teasingly but with truth to his words. Stepping closer to her, his lips found hers in a soft kiss, gently cupping her chin to title her head upwards. Easing out of it, his lips immediately curved upward into a smile as he just gazed at the most beautiful woman that ever did walk the Earth. Keeping their bodies close, Benedict continued. "Do you know why I had to go into the lake that day?" He asked her, one hand moving to her back, slowly starting to pull the strings of her dress. He wondered if she knew; if she had any idea as to why he had to cool down that day. For it was because of her.

[Sophia Beckett]

He kissed her, and she knew he understood what she had wanted. Him. Here. Where it began in a way. One of their few beginnings. He told her that he would only get in the water if she was with him. "I do not know how to swim." She told him softly, knowing that he would hinder him. Swimming had been something she had never had the chance to do before. "You will have to promise to hold me close."

As proof that he would not be hindered, she felt him pulling the laces of her dress. Wanting to do the same for him, Sophie lifted her fingers to his buttons of his shirt, and she began slipping them through the holes. Her own lips seeking out his again, needing his kiss to keep her bold. Wanting to be bold for him. And his kiss . . . it had always made her feel more then a kiss should.

"You had a reason?" She questioned, having just assumed he had felt the need to be clean or disappear for a while. What could have made him escape from his room, and come out here, and for him to find it prudent now?

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Sophia Beckett

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Hearing her reveal that she did not know how to swim, prompted a soft smile to form on his lips. "I will not let you go," he nearly whispered before their lips met. His words holding stronger meaning than merely referring to holding her in the water. He meant them, in every sense. That she could lean on him, rely on him. Be all that she needed or wanted.

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His lips moved along hers before they eased from the kiss, her hands making work to divest him of his clothing. He lowered his arm where his hands had been pulling at her laces so that his shirt could be properly removed, before she inquired as to his reason. Had they not been married, perhaps he would not have spoken of that time. A time where desire for her had first manifested in such a way. But now . . . they were married. Together in every sense of the word and so there was nothing to hide. Nothing that needed concealment even if it was just to protect her innocence and virtue.

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Now, he wanted her to know just how much he had desired her and for how long he had been aching for her. "It was because of you," he told her with playful accusation. "You had come to my room earlier and that was the first time . . . my body desired you." She had seen it, felt it since they had gotten married -- even one time before. His hands went to the side of her dress, slowly pulling it down as he moved her closer to him simultaneously so that their bodies were pressed together. "That my body, ached for you," he breathed, sealing the distance between them once more in another kiss, this one more deepened than the first.

[Sophia Beckett]

Removing his clothes, and touching him always made her feel power. Made her feel as if she was too warm, and waiting for something that only her husband had ever been able to give her. A release to the very tension and ache that he built.

Her husband lowered his hands so she could help remove his shirt. At the sight of his bare skin, she looked over him, and drank in the slight of him. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his skin, and then turned her face up to his as he removed her dress and pulled her toward him. His words were heavy in her mind, and fire in her heart. He wanted her then. Like this.

He had come here because of it. With her skin against his, her fingers reached between them to find his trouser's buttons. She made swift work of pulling each button free, and opening them. "You ached for me?" She asked, pulling his trousers from his kiss, lightly licking her kiss swollen lips and tasting him on her lips. "And you came here to stop--" pausing, she looked at the water and then him. "You came here to stop?" How did that work? "Water keeps you from . . . . aching?" She asked, suddenly not sure she wanted to in the water.

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