Clandestine Meetings

[lennie3]

Never before in her life had Genevieve wished she could freeze time. But this moment right here, if it could have remained forever she would have been happy to stay in it. To lie with him in her bed, being held by him as they spoke so freely and easily, it was simply magical. But as much as Genevieve wished for the ability to make things remain the way they were exactly like this she knew it to be impossible. She knew the world would await them outside her door, knew the responsibilities they both had would not go away and demand their attention. For now though, their attention could be on just each other for a while longer and she would cherish the time they did have.

She hummed, a warm smile on her lips forming at his teasing jest, shivering as he dragged a finger over her cheek his hand cupping her chin and her own fingers splayed across his skin. "I believe I am saying I have grown fond enough of your company to not wish to banish you from my bed quite so quickly, Mr Bridgerton," she returned the formality with a look of mischief in her dark eyes, bright smile matching his as laughter bubbled up in her chest. For a moment she pursed her lips, humming as if she was contemplating his question in all seriousness, "I do not doubt we shall find a way to share our time togheter," Genevieve said, her tone continuing to match his in playful jest, "no matter how, I am certain it will be most... enjoyable."

The danger was she knew she would have no complaints if they remained just like this. The physical desire between them was strong, and it was damn near insatiable at times and he could cause her to burn for him with a simple brush of his lips. But this, this calm of just being in the moment with the man was so very enchanting she could never grow tired of it. So if they spent some time doing absolutely nothing, spent some time just being, then that would have been so very nice as well.

Genevieve exhaled sharply as he dropped his lips to her shoulder, fingers tangling in her long hair. She could feel her skin warming where he left kisses, slowly pressing his lips against her skin causing her to shiver as she arched into him further her body pressed firmly into his. Keeping a logical line of thinking seemed entirely impossibe, keeping a thought in her head was difficult enough of a task when he kissed her like he did. She shifted, tilting her head to press her lips to his temple, kissing him where she could reach.

The feeling of his lips on her skin was nearly too much, a moan passing her parted lips as her murmured words far too charming against her. He continued to draw quiet moans from her, fingertips pressing into him further as he finally brought his lips down on her own, swallowing the sounds she made. He was right. In this moment she felt as if her desire for his company, for his touch and his kiss was nothing less than insatiable. "So very much so," she murmured, lips still pressed against his for a moment before they barely parted, "no one could ever blame me," Genevieve spoke softly, caressing his cheek, "not for desiring you this way."

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Benedict chuckled at Genevieve's returned tease, returned formality. He still recalled the moment she had said his first name, and how much he loved hearing it. His name was his identity . . . where he struggled to find it. Bridgerton. Number two. Second son. So many different titles, but none truly defined him. None like his name and hearing her speak it whether it was in casual conversation or in the height of intimacy and pleasure . . . it was truly sweet music to his ears. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Most fortunate indeed," he said with the same tone. "For I am quite enjoying the comfort of it. And more so, the company that can be found here." She truly was correct when she'd spoken earlier of all that a bed could be used for. Most desirable piece of furniture indeed when it came to such . . . physical activities. "I do hope so," he said in continued jest, pretending that he hadn't the faintest idea as to what the morning would bring when she spoke of enjoyable activities. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Though something tells me, that you will not disappoint in staying true to your certainties." A broad smile of amusement upon his lips, for she was anything but disappointing; and could never be disappointing in any way. The ability to tease her with something so far from the truth . . . just further indicated how comfortable he was with her. How he could joke and tease and not worry about causing offense, because . . . she knew him well enough. She had taken the time to know him. And he wanted her to know him. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He could feel her body react to his touches, the way she arched into him, pressing their bodies together, just further encouraged him. Letting out a breathy moan when he felt the soft touch of her lips upon his temple, basking in the sounds of her own indications of enjoyment. Hearing of how she desired him caused him to kiss her more deeply. Of course one could assume that there was mutual desire, yet hearing her say it, made it all the more . . . special. All the more appreciated. All the more flattering. "You should not be blamed for anything," he told her, lips moving along her jawline to find the familiar part of her neck that he enjoyed giving attention to. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Except for being so irresistible," he teased, though not without truth. Yes. If she was to be guilty of such a thing, if he were to lay blame upon her . . . it would certainly be for that. "Though perhaps, tonight I can exempt you from blame," he continued to tease, his lips moving lower on her, kissing along the skin between her neck and chest. "For allowing us to sate such desires." For inviting her here, for the night. "And thus, not cause me to lay awake at night thinking of it. Of you." For he wanted her to know how true his words were . . . that he found her desirable, impossible to resist. Tag lennie3

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[lennie3]

Now that it was clear he would stay Genevieve couldn't help but feel there could not have been any other way this night would have gone. The idea of him leaving seemed so strangely incomprehensible, as if it would not even be possible for him to do such a thing. Yet what it entailed was such an intimate thing, was and the irony of it was not lost on her that it felt as if sleeping next to him was somehow more intimate than anything else. It different, a good different she imagined, but nonetheless sleeping next to him would continue pushing the relations they shared into a direction she had never planned on it to go.

Genevieve had never planned on Benedict Bridgerton becoming important to her. She had not gone to Granville's party that night with the knowledge he would be there and she had not approached him with the intention of making even conversing with the second born Bridgerton a habit. It had become so much more. He was important to her, she cared about his thoughts and his desires, wanted to hear what was on his mind as he fell silent and wandered off in his thoughts, wanted to feel the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

Hearing him continue speaking of the joys of staying in her bed Genevieve smiled. Her fingers combed through his hair, lips ghosting over his cheekbone, across his temple and his brow in feathery light kisses. "The company is indeed most enjoyable," she hummed, her voice containing that ease and playful tone that seemed only natural around him. She pulled her face back to look at him, hand moving to stroke his cheek and when she spoke her eyes held a sincere shine, "I truly am delighted you accepted my invitation, to have this... time, with you, it's nice."

Nice. It was such a simple word and perhaps because of that it suited the situation better than anything else she could have said. Being in this moment as his lips moved across her skin, his touch firm and warm, simply just being with him was nice. There was no other way she would want to describe it, every other word she could think of seemed too superfluous. When she considered how their time spent together could be summarised as having felt so simple a word more complicated than nice seemed to not fit as well.

"I will always ensure I do my very best to remain true in any certainties I assure you of," Genevieve murmured, her fingers moving over his skin as he kissed lower ascross her neck, tilting her own head back in a way that elongated her neck and exposed her chest to him further. Genevieve laughed, the unhinibited amusement feeling most liberating, "that would be one thing I doubt anyone would be displeased to be blamed for," she mused, her voice still filled with the mirth and joy of her laughter. His words held so much meaning, so much danger. She could imagine him awake in his own bed, thinking of her and the thought of it happening filled her with a dangerously large sense of pride, of joy. "I meant it before, when you are here I have no wish to chase you from my bed, I believe it is quite clear I desire your company in every way, if it will rescue you from a restless night than I would only be further pleased."

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Her continued words of flattery and soothing actions be it her fingers running through his hair, or caressing his skin . . . her lips lightly touching him, it all brought forth sensations that Benedict could only bask in and savor. It all felt . . . right. Comfortable. Natural. As if this was the way it had always been between them, and perhaps it was. He paused for a moment when she commented on their time together as nice. The pause was only brief before he couldn't help but chuckle with amusement at the word. "Nice," he repeated. While it held simplicity, it was also quite the perfect description, and yet, he could not resist the tease that came so effortlessly with her. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Perhaps I will have to do more to ensure it is beyond, nice." A flirtatious tease, one that held promise to it. "I would not even think of rejecting it," he assured her. Any time she would permit him to come, he would not wish to say no nor deny them a night together. Not after this one was going . . . wonderfully. "I trust that you are a woman of your word," he continued to tease her when she said she would ensure to do her best. Of that, she did not doubt that she was indeed a woman who kept her word. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Taking advantage of her movement that granted him further access, he continued to enjoy the taste of her skin, between conversation, finding it difficult to remain idle when she lay so sensually next to him. Her words continued to fuel a deeply felt joy within him; a reassurance that it was not just him who felt this. Whatever, this may be. This connection, this need, this desire. It was perhaps at this moment that he also realized he had not been with any other since the night they'd met . . . and he did not desire another. He was unsure when this silent commitment had taken place, nor did he dwell too deeply on it. Not right now. He merely accepted that he wanted her, and only her in this time. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Far be it from me then," he said between each kiss, his head moving lower. "To do anything that would ever displease you." Pausing from his actions, he let out an exhalation along with a smile, his forehead aligned with her chin as he just took a moment to catch his breath, knowing what would happen should he move any lower upon her body, or should his hands move from their current positions. "And would would cause a restless night for you?" He asked her, knowing that words could be just as much fuel as actions for one thing leading to another. "So that I may too, rescue you from it," he added on teasingly, unable to resist another light kiss upon her skin. Tag lennie3

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[lennie3]

His tease made her smile, unguarded and brightly, his playful words so full of flirtatious intent. Discovering the ease with which they spoke to each other, how the flirtatious teasing came natural almost immediately had been a plesant surprise. It had been her surprise, her curiosity and perhaps the slightest bit of prejudice that drove her to approach him at Granville's party. She didn't regret her decision to do so one bit. How could she ever regret it when it had lead to this? He made her smile with words seemingly simpler than nothing else, kindness and a touch which seemed nothing less but addictive.

"Is that so? I must say that sounds most enticing," Genevieve responded in light jest. Her features soft and yet earnest as she stroked her fingers through his hair. "And that you will always be able to trust," she promised him, "my word, any person's word in fact, may be the most important thing to keep honest one could have," Genevieve mused, and it was not just her word to him, even in her work her word mattered. Women came to her with secret reasons for needing all from dresses to wedding trousseaus made, and all they had to trust was her word to keep quiet; her word and the knowledge of the damage anything else would do to her business.

There was no other way for it Genevieve decided as an airy breath passed her parted lips as his moved across her skin in bold discovery. Time appeared to truly have been the key to unlocking so much more between them. In passionate moments they had managed to capture before it had never been possible to explore in such ways. Now, Benedict had time to spare to kiss along her neck and chest, to find the spots which caused her fingers to tighten in his hair and breathy moans to fall from her lips. They were getting to know each other better physically and even so they had taken it beyond that. After tonight Benedict knew more about her than she had expected to ever reveal, not quite her deepest secrets, but he knew of her love for her family, for the life she had.

She did not know if he could displease her. In this moment the mere idea of it seemed entirely impossible to even imagine. When he held her in his arms and kissed her in ways which made her heart soar and her logical mind slip into a lulled state there was no part of her left to reason forth the possibility of ever feeling displeased. "You could never," Genevieve murmured, tilting her head to press a fond kiss to his forehead, smiling against him as her lips lingered on his skin. She shifted once more to nuzzle her cheek against his, kissing the corner of his mouth, smiling softly, dark eyes brimming with emotion and sincerity. "Missing this, missing you," she admitted, "it would leave me experience quite a restless night." She cupped his face and kissed him quickly, "so stay, and I you will have saved me from such a fate."

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Benedict chuckled at her words of it being enticing, a playful challenge in both their words perhaps. "Perhaps I should make it my goal for the night then," he continued to teasingly remark. Really, he did not mind the word nice. Simplistic as it was, it did entail a lot within it as well. Perhaps there truly was not word that would adequately describe their time together, and Benedict did not wish to waste thought on trying to label it. "Quite," he said in full agreement; that a person's word was indeed of great importance. It was all a person had really. Their word and honor, the both related to one another. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "And I would not doubt yours," he assured her with a continued smile, wanting her to know that -- for whatever reason. That together, he had felt a trust for her. One that ran far deeper than perhaps he even fully realized. His lips continued to work over her body, enjoying the grip in his hair and the moans emitted from her. The enjoyment growing as she returned kisses upon him, finding that he could never explore her body too much. Nor grow too used to each kiss she gave him. Especially with her words to go along with it. Hearing that she missed this, and him . . . he prompted him to raise his head if only to meet her gaze. A softness in his own as he just relished in the sentiment of them. In her beautiful features as she said them. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Taking in her the pleasure of her words, he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, letting it linger and build before easing out of it. "I would not have you restless tonight," he assured her with flirtation in his tone. He kissed down her neck again, to her chest, but this time, continuing his path even lower still. "I would not even have you think of nights that you were," he added, tone continuing the suggestion in his voice as he did not pause his movements, reaching her stomach where he continued to kiss, inching his way lower. "Perhaps . . . " He paused, raising his eyes to look at her for a moment. "I would not have you think at all." With that he moved lower, placing his lips over her center, starting to caress the sensitive area. Tag lennie3

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It was clear her understood how much more she had put into that one word which could have been assumed. Nice could have been seen as stand off-ish, it could have been seen as not encompassing all they were sharing. But Benedict understood it for all she meant it to be, for the peace and the joy she felt as they laid together in her bed. While there were so many words she could have used none of them would have perfectly described the ease and simplicity of all which was taking place. It would have been so much more embellished and yet it would not have captured the right feeling in Genevieve's heart.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice thick with emotion; it mattered, she realised, what he thought of her honesty mattered more to her than she had expected. Turning her head she dropped a kiss onto his forehead as his lips moved over her neck. She did not believe he expected her to be honest in regards to all in her life, she did not expect it of him, but the words which she told him were true. The things Genevieve did not want him to know were simply things she did not share, and she knew how a lie of omission was still a lie, however some secrets were only healthy.

As Benedict looked up at her, gaze warm and soft Genevieve met his eyes with a smile on her lips, she leaned forward to meet him, head falling back against the pillows as he kissed her deeply. She wouldn't grow tired of this. The feeling of his weight on top of hers, fingers running through the tresses of his dark hair, the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingertips and his lips leaving a hot trail across her skin. "How very noble of you," Genevieve teased playfully, lips parting and gasping softly as he trailed kisses down her frame, lips brushing across her abdomen and hips. Her eyes fluttered close, fingers tightening slightly in his hair before loosening to brush through the locks. Feeling his lips against her center Genevieve moaned, head pressing back into the pillows beneath her, hips straining with the will to roll forward, his name falling off her lips in a soft sigh.

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How rare it was, to be able to shift from teasing, to softness, to pleasure . . . and yet, somehow manage to combine all these things together as well. It was not common that Benedict had encountered such a woman; the company of someone who made it just, so easy to be with. He was not one to frequently court a woman, because it was all the same. And he had no intention of marrying just anyone. So to find this ease with someone else was so . . . foreign to the second son. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ And he would take every moment of it for what it was: seemingly perfect. Her soft sounds of pleasure from his actions spurred him on, his hands sliding up her bare thighs, enjoying the softness of her skin. The sensation of her fingers in his air fueling him on as he moaned into her, sending a vibration. He skillfully used his tongue and teeth to caress and tease her inner core, applying pressure to that singular spot within her. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Taking in her taste and how good it felt to pleasure the woman before him who gave him more than he perhaps even realized. Wanting to spoil her, wanting to give all that he could . . . not quite realizing the depth and extent that this went to. For now, he merely focused on his actions. His intentions were as before, to push her to that euphoric state as many times as her body would allow. Tag lennie3

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