Where It All Began

[Benedict Bridgerton]

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Benedict knew he had gotten spoiled at My Cabin, spending uninterrupted time with Sophie, neither of them having to share anyone else's company. And with all the time that they got to enjoy their rather long honeymoon . . . was as different as it was now. Now that they had returned to London for the season, they were hardly alone. Even tonight, there was a masquerade which . . . even Benedict had to admit, had some sentimental meaning to him, considering it was where he and Sophie had first met. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Though in order for them to go, they had to get ready and in order to get ready . . . Benedict would have to allow Sophie to move from their bed. A place he had been distracting Sophie, enjoying this time alone. Though, she managed to move from the surface, forcing Benedict to sit up, still not quite prepared to get ready for the busy evening ahead of them. "Will you truly not allow me to see your dress?" He asked her, as she was being rather secretive about it. "Better yet, perhaps you need not wear it so soon," he said teasingly, a playful smile upon his lips, trying to reach forward to undo all her efforts of removing herself from the bed . . . to try and make attempt to pull her back in. Tag Sophia Beckett

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[Sophia Beckett]

Sophie climbed from the bed, and felt her husband's hand come out to try and stop her, and Sophie let him catch her but held firm in letting him pull her back to bed. She needed to begin to dress or she would not have time to prepare and be presentable. That was something that Sophie would always be nervous about, despite having the power of her husband's name there to protect her.

Smiling she bend her face down to kiss him, letting it linger without deepening. "I must wash, and if I do not go now, it will not dry." A reminder of something she had said to him an hour ago when she had tried to escape his hands before--and like last time, she did not wish to leave him. It had been what allowed him to pull her into bed and loose track of the time.

To answer his other question, "You found me before, you will find me again." She knew he would, for her dress was similar to the one he had first seen her in. "And if you do, then you may pull me back into bed. Until then . . . " Another kiss, and she pulled away, this time wrapping the sheet around her.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Sophia Beckett
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THE RULES OF SOCIETY

Benedict closed his eyes when she leaned down to kiss him. Savouring her taste. But, he had learned the types of kisses she touched him with . . . this one was not deep, indicating the challenge she posed to him in getting her back into bed. As she moved back, he slowly opened his eyes to look at her, further stating that he had found her before, he would do so again. It had taken him far too long to find her and when he had . . . he had not even realized it.

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He thought himself to have fallen in love with two different people when along, they were one in the same. "It will be far swifter than the last time, I assure you," he said a bit teasingly, but with truth. Though he was given another kiss, she began to move away even further. He reached out to take hold of the sheet, gently pulling her towards him against as his lips found hers, smiling through the embrace. "And what will be reward be?" He asked, in between each kiss, his lips creating a path along her cheek of them. "The promise of one is perhaps the only way I will let you go," he further teased, lightly kissing her ear.

[Sophia Beckett]

Her escaped (however feeble it was) was foiled when he grabbed the sheet and pulled her back! Laughing silently, she soon founder herself with more kisses, and his lips once again moving over her skin. Memories of where that had just led too, and where it could led too again, caused her to lean into the kisses, and almost (almost!) lift her knee up to the bed and let him make them late.

It was so tempting!

"Your reward, husband, will depend on how quickly you find me . . . and where you find me at." Her words came soft, and almost whispered as his lips reached her ear. It felt so wonderful to be in his arms, and have his hands on her. She almost (almost!) forgot about the ball. However, she could not let herself be anything less than perfect tonight. Lady Whistledown and his mother would be there! She wished to impress them both. "Benedict, we will be late." She protected, and forced herself to move back once again, though it was clear it was harder to do this time.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Sophia Beckett
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Hearing her speak of his reward seemed . . . so far, so distant. To have to part with her so that she could get ready, he would get ready, they would attend the ball, be forced to socialize, have to find her in the crowd, wait for the evening to reach a natural end, make their way home . . . no. That would certainly not do. It would be far too long until he could hold his wife in his arms, hidden from the world and tell her as well as show her just how much he loved her.

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"Hmm, well . . . why should I wait to find you, when I have you right now," he said with teasing consideration, though it was clear he had already decided to take advantage of being with her in the moment. Her protest of being late was met with no change in his decision to keep her here just a little bit longer, hearing the amusement in her voice . . . feeling her being far less objecting of his advancements. Deciding to truly undo her progress of having shifted so far from him, he wrapped his arms around her and swiftly turned her so that she was once more on her back against the surface of the bed, his own body immediately comfortably positioned on top of her.

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A pleased smile danced upon his lips as he just gazed at her, in constant awe of her breathtaking beauty. "Your reward was not reason enough for me to let you go," he told her teasingly, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Will you not stay with me?" He asked between kisses that trailed along her cheek, his voice low, nearly whispered. "Just a few . . . moments . . . longer." His lips aligning with hers as he finished his words with a deep kiss, his hand going to the sheet that she had used to wrap around herself, and slowly pulling it down to reveal her perfect figure.

[Sophia Beckett]

One moment, escape was in sight, and the next . . . well the next was so much better! Sophie felt his arms around her, and then he pulled! She gasped softly as she landed on the bed, and the sound ended in a laugh as he settled on top of her. "Benedict!" She 'chided' though it came out as a happy sigh rather that any for displeasure. Because how did one grow displeased when she was so happy? One did not.

His kissed stole her ability to reason, and before long he was pulling the sheet from her body. It was like fighting the wind. Sophia moved her hands to touch his skin, sliding over his side and up to his face. "I am so weak around you," She admitted, glad for it as well. "You always get what you want from me." And she as well, for there was nothing he would not give her if she asked for it. "Now we shall both be late," With that, she gave up trying to escape and wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing him slowly. "And I had a really good surprise for you too, for when you found me."

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Sophia Beckett
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Benedict loved to hear her laughter; loved to see her smile. For all she had endured in her life . . . she deserved to smile. She deserved happiness. And to know that she had found it with him, consumed him with an honor he could not articulate into mere words. Aligned with his thoughts, she labeled herself weak and though he knew she was saying it in jest, he could not allow such words to be said without vehement disagreement on his part.

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"You are never weak," he assured her. Despite the lightness in the air between them, there was a strong sincerity and truthfulness to his words. "You are in fact, one of the strongest women I know Sophia Bridgerton," he told her with playfulness but continued truth. For all she had been through, she was indeed resilient beyond words. Her next words however caused a small chuckle to escape him . . . a gleam of amusement upon his features. "I should like to think that currently, we are both getting what we want," he said teasingly, his hand sliding down between her legs as if to prove his point. Now with the sheet gone, he could probably see her; properly feel her.

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"Good," he murmured before their lips connected, uncaring as to whether they were late or not. It would be worth it. Entirely. And he would make it worth it for her too. Easing out of the kiss, she told him that she had a really good surprise for him. This peaked his curiosity as his fingers started skim along her core. "Tell me," he both urged and pleaded, a slightly raised eyebrow of intrigue at what she had intended for him. "Perhaps that--" Leaning down to kiss her, as he gently slipped a finger between the folds of her skin. "Will eventually convince me to let you go." Before kissing her again, more deeply, more passionately.

[Sophia Beckett]

His strong fingers found the vee of her legs, and for a moment they closed over him, before relaxing. While in the beginning of their marriage it had been out of modesty, Sophie had quickly learned of the magic his fingers inspired. This time it was not from bashfulness, but the jolt of sensation. Sighing from the feeling, she knew that despite his words, she was weak to him--though it was a weakness that breed strength, and confidence, not one that beat down. It humbled and honored her that he thought her strong, but letting herself be weak, vulnerable, toward him had taken effort on her part; and he had never abused it. Never given her a reason to think he would. Which was why it made her stronger.

While she might explain this one day to him, today was not that moment. Her hand lifted to hold on to his forearm has he toyed with her, and edged her on. "Benedict," she said his name softly, between the kisses as he tempted her to tell him her surprise. And she would not. Not this surprise, for she was looking forward to that moment on the balcony where they had shared their first moments. In a way it would complete the moment they had started then.

Instead of giving him the answer, she let out a soft moan from his touch. "That is not what a surprise is," she whispered, her words coming slightly choppy from her breathing. Since he was already bare as well, Sophie let her fingers of her free hand move down the take him in her palm and begin slowly stroking him.

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