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Post by Sophia Beckett on Jan 3, 2022 3:44:18 GMT
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Second Son Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
the rules of society.
Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Jan 3, 2022 3:45:12 GMT
I'm not bound by
There's someone in the house!
â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ Tonight was a very rare occasion. In fact, Benedict could not recall when the last time it had happened was. Never the less, he had no complaints. His entire family had gone to visit Daphne and her husband at their estate and Benedict, had come up with an excuse not to go. While it wasn't completely a lie, he may have slightly exaggerated the necessity to stay, saying he had work to finish and that he would be late. He promised to join them at a later time. But his motives for staying were not just work related. Many servants were given some time off, with the exception of a few who would maintain the upkeep of the house. So, it was practically empty. And that, was precisely what Benedict wanted for . . . it granted him alone time with Sophie.
â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ It was getting increasingly difficult, to see her working at their home and yet, unable to kiss her. Touch her. Hold her. All of those things often leaving him longing and causing the feelings he had for her, intensify. So when an opportunity presented itself -- such as right now -- they took full advantage. He had not even intended it to happen in the drawing room, but with all this pent up passion . . . the moment it started, the less control he had over the logistics. Which was why he was currently positioned on top of her at this late hour, as she was under him, her back against the couch in the drawing room. His shirt loosened, half unbuttoned and untucked while he had previously tossed his vest carelessly to the floor along with his boots. The strings of her own dress also had been pulled by his fingers, loosened yet the garment had not been entirely removed.
â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ â—ˆ His lips eagerly kissed her, filled with fervency and need. His hand moved over her body, longing to touch her skin and with that thought in mind, he began to hike her dress up, sliding his hand underneath it so to caress her thigh-- Benedict abruptly stopped, his head snapping up and facing the door, though he remained in his position on top of her. There had been a loud noise, sounding like the door and yet . . . no one should be home and those few workers that were, should be well asleep. The fact that they were in a common room, despite the door being closed would also pose to be a problem should someone actually be present. Particularly since no one knew of his and Sophie's . . . relationship. "There's someone in the house!" He said in a harsh whisper as if to alert her too.
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Post by Sophia Beckett on Jan 4, 2022 19:36:12 GMT
Sophie knew the moment Benedict remained back from the others, that he was doing it for her. Part of her felt excited just from the idea that he would; and the other part felt guilty that he was choosing to stay here and not go visit his sister, her family and new child.
She was not even sure how the moment began, must less how the passionate moment had now escalated to the removal of clothes. His boots, her laces, his vest--short work was made from each. Her back was on the sofa, and Benedict was over her. Sophie was surprised that the weight of him was welcomed, and how he was careful not to crush her. It did not leave her feeling caged in, but rather enveloped. His kiss left her breathless, and she found herself making little sounds within the kiss. Sounds she had never made before, to match the feelings she had never had before.
She felt herself inhale a gasp when his hand touched her skin. It made the place he was moving toward tighten and heat from anticipation and she did not even know for what she was waiting for. Her fingers moved to his arms and she held on, waiting for the feeling of his fingers, waiting to see what he indented, waiting to see how it felt
Then his words brought her back--like a burst of chilled water. Reaching between them she tried to push down her dress, and then tried to slide out from under him. The idea of getting caught by another servant was horrible, but the idea of his family seeing them was worse! She liked everyone here and could not bare the thought of them thinking her loose. Forgetting her hair, looked at the door. "Are you sure?"
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