All I Can Think About Is You

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Kathani Bridgerton

it is maddening

HOW MUCH YOU CONSUME
MY VERY BEING

This visit could go one of two ways and Anthony was prepared for either -- though he had a preference for one particular outcome. Ever since their engagement, there was a relief that he felt . . . emotionally. Now the two of them would be able to wed, having fought their way through all trials and tribulations that threatened to tear them apart. Just imagining his life with her, to spend the rest of his days with her . . . made him undoubtedly the happiest man alive. So of course, there was relief in that. However what he found no relief in, was the desire he felt for her. One that was of a more . . . base nature. More, physical.

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Never had he longed for someone to such a burning extent, and while they had taken liberties that night . . . it certainly felt like an eternity ago with how far and few such stolen moments were. And so, he wished to have a moment alone with Kate and thus came his plan. He was to visit her with the hopes that her mother and sister would not be present. Should they be, well, what fiance required reason to see his future wife? But even still he had further excuse, which was the ring that would soon be placed on Kate's finger. Only this time, he came without the jeweler. His attention to detail and desire that everything go perfectly excuse enough that he would want the ring to fit to perfection.

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The memory of her putting it on and getting it stuck still brought a smile to the Viscount's face as he recalled the incident. Being brought in by one of the servants, he was led to the parlor, where he took a seat, secretly praying that it would just be Kate who walked through the doors and Mary or Edwina. Nothing against them of course; despite the history between him and Edwina it would seem they all reached common ground. But the Viscount longed to see Kate and only Kate. Longed to touch her, and kiss her . . . take in her intoxicating scent and feel the softness of her skin. How he was going to last until their wedding night, he hadn't the faintest idea.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

Kate was watching Mary and her sister get ready for a shopping exception. They asked Kate to go along but Kate decided she would rather have some time for her self. Kate had walked to her room to get Edwina a shawl to borrow when she was informed that Anthony was here. Not wanting Mary to know--and feel the need to stay--Kate said she would tell the others. Only she did not. She rushed them along and out the door, in what might have been minutes, but also might have been half her life time. Newton never woke up from his nap as the bustle of ladies went down the steps and out the door.

She knew that she should have someone tell him that she needed time to 'ready' herself, as she was in a simple day dress (proper but not fancy) and her hair was unbraided and down (very unproper). She should rush up the steps and slide into a dress and fix her hair--however, with Anthony she did not feel the need. Both because she wanted the extra time with him, and did not plan to waste any, and because Anthony had seen her thus (and in less) before.

Pausing to catch her breath, Kate turned toward the drawing room and walked in casually. "Lord Bridgerton," She greeted, with a calm tone as she turned to close the doors--thus sealing them in together and away from prying eyes. That was when her neutral face split into a smile and she walked quickly toward him. "Anthony, you've surprised me.". As Anthony stood, she came to stop before him, reaching out to grasp his hand.

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^{Anthony Bridgerton}

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Kathani Bridgerton

it is maddening

HOW MUCH YOU CONSUME
MY VERY BEING

Anthony waited with bated breath, hoping -- praying -- that it would be Kate and only Kate that walked through those doors. Surely their engagement would afford them some privacy . . . but he also knew he must respect her family's wishes. And her own comfort. The only reason he even heard footsteps was because he had been listening far too intently. He stood, facing the door as he took a few deep breaths. It would seem that fate finally ceased being cruel to them both, for in walked Kate . . . and she closed the door behind her. The realization was belated for Anthony was instantly distracted by her appearance -- as he so often was. His eyes moved over her, taking in every part of her. Every curve. Every inch of exposed skin.

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His mind went to the gazebo where they had shared such intimate moments. And suddenly, it all became too much to bare. Control and resolve seemingly impossible for the otherwise consistently stoic viscount. How she managed to rob him of his senses and self control, he would never know. The last being the way she said his name. Such a beautiful sound, and he had become completely undone. Seeing it was just her and now with Kate so close to him, Anthony simply reacted. He rushed forward and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. One arm wrapping around her while his other hand trailed over the side of her body to feel her curves. He moaned amidst the kiss, eagerness consuming him. The need for her, all of her. His hand rested on her breast, gently cupping it, enjoying the way it filled the palm of his hand. For having been deprived of her for so long . . . he longed to compensate for such lost time. And forever may not be long enough.