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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Kathani Bridgerton
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The past several days had certainly not been ones that newlyweds expected in the post marriage bliss. Kate had been in a horrible accident and confined to the bed for the next month -- something Anthony would have taken full advantage of, had she not been so injured. It broke his heart to see her in such a state, and did what he could to keep her spirits up. She was a strong woman -- one of the strongest he knew -- but he still hated to see her in any pain.

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His trips to the club had been significantly cut down -- no longer needing distance between them or avoiding her during the day time. The only time he left her side was when there was business he had to attend to and could not get out of. Fortunately, there was no shortage of guests. Edwina and Mary were often over to keep her company, as did Anthony's mother and siblings -- fortunately not all at the same time for he knew how overwhelming it could be.

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Anthony also knew that his mood was . . . not quite the best. His brothers were often the ones on the receiving end of his agitation and they were fully aware why. In fact, they were having a little too much fun with it. Anthony saw no humour in it and had merely told them that when they were married, they would understand. Though, that is not to say that he hoped their wives would endure any sort of accident . . . but perhaps they would have a bit more, sympathy for his current state. And another frustrating part of it all was that there was no one he could really blame. Well, that much wasn't entirely true. He blamed Bagwell. The man had come to check on Kate, and had Edwina not been present and had Kate not given him warning . . . Anthony would have been far more short and blunt with the man than he already had been.

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For the time being however, no other visitors were in the room as the doctor had just finished examining Kate; a check up after a week of her injury and a refill of her medicine. He said that she was healing well and Anthony for one, was incredibly glad and relieved to hear that. He walked the doctor to the door, closing it behind him and returning to Kate's side, sliding on the other side of the bed to sit next to her. "Seems like your leg is healing nicely," he said with a bit of a smile, repeating the exact words of the doctor, in an almost teasing way. "Perhaps, it will not be a month after all." Trying to be hopeful that Kate would be able to have some mobility back before the designated time that the surgeons and physician had initially given her.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

Kate's leg often ached, but it was nothing toward the boredom of having so little to do. She was used to being independent, and doing much on her own. She wasn't used to asking for aid every time she needed to do a little task, or even something as small as a getting her needle or book. Her leg would heal in time, but she doubted that her memories of this would. Both the accident, and the aftermath.

The doctor checked on her leg, which thankfully was aching at the moment, and delivered promising news. She just might be able to get up sooner rather then later! Which was good for her--and for Anthony. She had always known he was a rake, but being on the receiving end of his attentions made her see just why. He enjoyed bedding. And to be fair--she did she. She understood now why they said it affected the moods.

Anthony came to sit beside her, and Kate grinned at him. "Or," She said in that tone he would know so well. The one that suggested she was about to disagree with him ((though now there was a strong hint of playfulness when in their ealy days there was only fire)). "If could be longer if my leg finds itself not resting." While her works said 'I plan to do nothing' her hand reached out for him, almost daring him to disagree with her as well in the same playful manner that was both new and comfortable.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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"Or . . . " Anthony practically had to brace himself, all too familiar with that tone of voice. She went on to suggest that it would take longer if it was not resting. Obviously, he understood the implications of it, but that would hardly dissuade him. "This truly is testing my capabilities of being creative," he told her. When she reached out for him, he took her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips to softly kiss it.

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Though, he knew the dangers of getting too close. Kissing her too much. And yet, it was perhaps too late for that being on the very topic . . . and being so close to her. "No matter," he said dismissively to the idea of her over exertion potentially requiring her to rest even more. He didn't of course wish to do anything to slow her progress in healing. But . . . at the same time . . . "I did tell you once, that I enjoy a challenge." His words met with a bit of a smirk and mischievous smile.

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"After all, waiting any longer than a week certainly seems unreasonable for a newlywed couple, wouldn't you agree?" His question prompting him to shift even closer to her, propping his head on his bent elbow on his hand. The words were also a bit familiar and teasing as well . . . for he had not forgotten how she had asked for a week to wait, on their wedding night. That, had not happened and had the carriage accident not been so tragic, he would have teased the fact that this was him granting her that week. Albeit, a bit belated.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

Anthony laid down with his head propped up on his hand, and there was something so intimate at seeing him like this, and she could only watch him for a moment. It wasn't every day that someone saw the viscount so at ease, and she liked that she was only of the few people he relaxed around. Reaching over she ran her fingers--the same ones he had just kissed--through his thick hair. How she loved his man. Which somehow was still a surprise to her. He had truly slipped under her defenses.

"I think you find challenge in things that most do not." She teased. Yet then he spoke of the waiting of the week for newlyweds and how it could not happen. "So I have been told. Yet I find you alive and well right here." Though from the rumors (mostly told by his family in hidden barbs toward him) he wasn't handling it well.

She knew that once she would have been afraid he would seek out a mistress since she was unable to help him, but Kate had come to trust in the man she loved, and held no worry that he would do so. "I fear that you will have to wait longer. I cannot imagine how you would be able to bed your wife while I cannot move," Though, to be fair, her words were a challenge to him. She had a feeling that he might just be that creative.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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Her fingers through his hair was doing nothing to help calm him. The sensation felt wonderful, causing him to close his eyes and just bask in her gentle touch. Belatedly opening them after she had spoken of him finding challenge in things that many didn't. That was perhaps too. He had after all, made it a personal challenge to win over Kate. Little did he realize at the time just how personal that went.

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"Alive, yes," he began to agree. "Well, now that is subject for debate." Because, it was painful. Utterly painful to have professed his love to Kate and not even be able to show her said love. Of course they had already explored the physical aspects of union but . . . it was not the same. He knew it would not be the same as it would be to allow himself to completely let go. To say the words that he had fought so hard against for so long. He had told Kate during their first night that it had felt so good; it had never been that good for him and he knew why -- despite his denial. He wanted to be able to say those words in the height of passion and just fully and truly embrace the love he had for Kate.

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But . . . she was in a damn splint. Hearing her say that he would have to wait longer caused a look of displeasure to cross his features, lowering his gaze to look at her injured leg. His mind, trying to come up with a way that would not cause her pain. Lips growing into that same sly smile, he looked at Kate once more. "And who said that your ability to move is a requirement?" He asked her, knowing that he would not be able to hold himself back much longer.

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One week was already agonizing enough. His hands started to slide down her thigh, bunching the fabric into his palm as he began to hike up her dress. "All you need to is lie back as you have." A clear, suggestive tone of voice as he moved his head towards her so that they were cheek to cheek, his lips pressed against her ear as he spoke directly in it. "I can not wait any longer," he breathed, nipping at her earlobe as his hand slid under the fabric of her bunched up dress, focusing of course on the side where there was no injury.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

There was something in his face that just told Kate he was thinking of something, and his words surprised her but made her belly tighten with eagerness as well. "Am I to lie here and think of England?" She teased, knowing that was what some Mamas told their daughters. Yet her mind lost that thought as he moved his hand to bunch her dress.

He wasn't in jest! He intended to ravage her! His breath at her ear, the deep timber of his voice, and his touch made her body beg for her to try and do it. Yet she fear that she would be unable to just lie still under his skilled touch. "I fear you have mistaken my ability to remain still while you hand is on me."

This time there was a breathless regret in her voice instead of a tease, because she did wish she could embrace him this way. She wanted to feel close to him in body as well as heart. To feel his come undone from her own touch. Yet she knew little more then he had taught her, and she wasn't sure how it would work if she could not wrap her leg around his hips.

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Anthony chuckled when she asked if she was to just think of England. "If I was reasonably performing my husbandly duties . . . " His voice continuing that flirtatious tone of voice, his fingers caressing the soft skin of her thigh. "Then you should not be thinking of anything at all." Though, he was no cruel monster -- most of the time. He knew that he had to be careful with how much he exerted her. And, there was validity to her words.

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Though, it made him wonder if he could somehow, ground her. Press his arm against her waist so that her body did not involuntarily move in the midst of pleasure. His mind thought it over, planning this out perhaps a bit too strategically. This could perhaps work after all. Though, for the time being he did not comment on it. Instead, perhaps he would attempt to show her how it may be possible.

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Returning his lips to her skin, he began to kiss along her neck, having missed this sensation. The way she tasted, the softness of her skin. One week had felt so damn long that he was unsure how long he would even be able to last. His hand moved from her leg and trailed up her stomach, over the fabric of her gown. Teasing the sensitive skin in the crook of her neck, he spoke between each kiss. "Tell me Kate," he began to say, his hand skimming over her clothed breast.

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His fingers went to the ties on the front of her dress, starting to pull one out as he raised his head to look at her, an almost mischievous smile on his lips for he wanted to see her expression when he asked this question. "Have you ever touched yourself?" Unable to resist kissing her for very long, he lowered his head again, this time kissing down the front of her neck. "Pleasured yourself," he added so that she knew exactly what he was talking about.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

There was much happening in this moment that Kate knew better then to let begin, for it would only hurt them both when it had to end. She could imagine how they could contuine this if they could not be together.

Yet Anthony did not seem to mind. His mouth made her feel the wetness between her thighs, and she both loved and hated it. She felt warm everywhere, and his hands . . . his hand cupped her breast and it both eased some of the ache and made it worse. "I normally think of you." She admitted in a breathless whisper after he told her she should not think of anything. Yet she did think. She thought of him, and how it felt. What she wanted to do to him in return.

His next question made her eyes open, and she looked at him. Touched herself? Given herself pleasure? The idea of telling him what surprising, and almost forbidden on her lips. Rather then answer, she tried one last time to save them both from stopping and being left feeling needy, and aching. Even though it was the last thing she wanted.

"I hardly think that would ease you in any way, if I touched myself." She told him, wondering what he was hinting to with this. Her hand reached for his face. "Have you done this?" Would he need to do this? Would . . . Would let her see? It would be worth the ache to see.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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Hearing her say that she usually thought of him only kept his smile in place, rather enjoying hearing such things. That he was on her mind. That she thought of him often. "A most reasonable alternative to nothing," he said teasingly. He should hope he was on her mind . . . better him than -- as she suggested -- London. When he saw the way she paused at his question, and seemed to divert giving proper answer, Anthony paused his own actions, raising his head to look at her.

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Her reaction either meant that she had never done it, or she had never expected to speak of it. Either way, Anthony was dissatisfied by the lack of verbal response so refrained from answering her question in return. "You did not answer my question," he told her, wanting her to know what he was well aware of her sidestepping it. "Have you?" He asked again, as direct as last time, his fingers continuing to pull the tie on her dress, forcing himself not to say or do anything else until she gave him a reply. He couldn't help but also enjoy the almost shy reaction she had to it . . . the way that she did not understand how it would help bring him ease. He would most certainly tell her . . . or better yet, teach her.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

He stopped. Damn him he stopped--and while she knew she had been hinting at him to stop because she thought it could not go anywhere, now that she was beginning to see he had a plan for it to finish wonderfully, she wanted him to show her. Now, instead of showing her or answering her own question he was stopping to demand her answer from her.

"As you said," she whispered, lifting her fingers to touch his face--the face she had come to love so well--"It is a most reasonable alternative to nothing," To which she would keep in mind for any trips he would need to go on. "However, it is not one I have tried before." And yet, she still was wanting to know more. Anthony had showed her much since they wed, and while they had disagreements out of bed, there had been only good things between them in the bed.

She wanted to experience more. Wanted to see all he could show her. He was a former rake, after all, and she should take advantage of such things. "Have you?" Touched himself. Found pleasure by himself. How did that even work? "Do you intend to now?" Her fingers trailed off his skin and to her dress's ties. Pulling them apart for him. An invitation for him to kiss her there. Kate liked it when he kissed her breast, something she had not even imagined happening until he had done it before.

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Anthony continued to smile, continued to enjoy the sensation of her fingers upon his skin. It did nothing to discourage him and everything to give and get some release to all this built up need. When she finally revealed that she had not done this before, it sent a thrill through the Viscount, to know that he could be here to experience yet another of her firsts. The thought of watching her quite exhilarating and continued to cause his desire for her to course through him.

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He turned his head to the side, his lips kissing the tips of her fingers, the palm of her hand where she caressed his cheek, listening to her ask him if he had . . . if he intended to now. "Yes," he told her to the first question. But to the second . . . "I do not intend to do it now," he answered. Oh he intended to find some release . . . but he knew his hand would not be nearly as good as hers.

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When she pulled her dressed apart, Anthony's eyes followed the loosened fabric, his need building and the desire to touch her overwhelming. His hand slid down her chest, cupping her breast in his hand as he massaged it, letting out a heavy exhalation at the missed sensation. Lowering his head, he paused when there was hardly an inch between their lips, practically breathing against her. "I intend for you to," he answered, before devouring her in a deep kiss. It had been far too long -- before her injury -- since he had allowed himself to kiss her like this. Knowing, that it would only build a need for her and all too aware that they could do nothing more than that. But now, it was different.

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His hand continued to massage her breast, his tongue exploring her mouth and deepening the embrace to thoroughly drink in her taste. Allowing the heat of his passion and need seep into the kiss. His free hand went down to her waist, his arm outstretched along it as if it firmly hold her down. While he enjoyed the way her body reacted to him, the way she arched into his touch and drew her closer to his body . . . it may cause some movement of her legs and so, he was almost testing his earlier theory. To see if he could kiss her and touch her . . . without causing too much movement or potential pain to her leg.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

Her husband's large hand moved to her breast, and Kate moaned softly as the the tip beaded into a tight bud under his fingers. He intended she did? He wanted to watch her do it? His kiss kept her from asking more, but the idea of getting to be with him in some form mixed with his touch aroused things in her that only he had ever been able too.

Her leg would have move, as she tried to shift under him without thought, but his hand held her down in place. There was a light twinge from it but nothing that hindered her from enjoying his touch and kiss. Not one to remain idle, Kate put both hands on his cheek as he kissed her, one hand sliding into his hair to rest on the back of his head to hold him close. The other slide down his shoulder, and held on to him there. "Anthony," She breathed his name when they broke apart to breathe. "I need you." Both forever and now--especially now!

Not to prove him right, however "I feel as if it has been forever since you touched me." Perhaps there was something to this waiting a week and being grumpy. She hadn't been grumpy but now that he had started this is knew she'd be put out, or crossed if someone walked in and stopped them.

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Despite the need to hinder her movements when it came to the lower half of her body, he was quite enjoying the feeling of her hands through his hair. The sensual moans that released themselves from his touches. Unlike previous times, he knew he could not let go completely -- needing to keep her state in mind. It was perhaps the only thing that prevented him from climbing on top of her and compensating for all the missed time where he was unable to be with her. And hearing her tell him that she needed him . . . has his body positively aching for her. He closed his mind, trying to gain some semblance of control so that he did not proceed without care. Though, they did not remain closed for long. Looking at her again, his eyes revealing of the mutual need.

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"It has been," he agreed, his lips finding hers once more. It had indeed been forever since he touched her. For all the enjoyment they had in the time following their marriage . . . so suddenly ripped from them because of the carelessness of a man. It was infuriating, and though Anthony could not do anything to change it . . . he could brood and resent the man who forced them in such a position. "I need you, Kate," he breathed against her lips, revealing what he knew was evident on his face and in his actions, unable to not do anything to sate this.

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His lips moved from hers, kissing down the front of her neck but this time, did not stop there. They moved along her now exposed chest, kissing along her collar bone until reaching her breast in which he engulfed her in his mouth. His teeth teased and nipped at her tip, while his tongue swirled around it, moaning against it as he suckled her hungrily. The need was growing to be too much, so he abandoned one hand from her body -- his arm still still holding her down, while his other loosened his shirt from his pants, to start to give him some relief from the restraints of his trousers.

[Kathani Bridgerton]

She wanted to wrap her legs around him, or at least open them so he could settled between her thighs were she wanted and needed him to be, but she knew that she could not. Doing so would ruin this moment, and right now there wasn't something Kate needed more then her husband. His lips trailed down her skin, and Kate's head tilted back to give him room. She wanted to move and kiss him more too. She wanted to undress him, and let her how lips trail over his skin, tasting him as she did--but she could do nothing until her leg healed.

Her breathing deepen and quicken as his took her into his mouth, sucking there where the feeling was stronger. Moaning under his touch, her fingers tightened in his hair, and she gasped softly. She could feel him begin to undress, and she wanted to help. Her fingers moving to the buttons that she could reach and pulling them free from the shirt to hasten his attempts.

She never imagined it could be such a wonderful things, being in bed with one's husband, but Anthony had proven too her how wonder it really was. She was not an idle partner. Once his shirt was free from his body, her fingers ran over the exposed skin. The feel of his skin under her fingers was hot to the touch, and she didn't want to stop touching him.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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Whe he felt her start to undo his buttons, his mouth worked harder against her chest, indication of the building urgency for more of her touch. More of her. His arm moved from its position on her for merely a second as she divested him of his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the ground. His arm immediately returned, his actions becoming more fervent, moaning against her skin again as he felt her hands over him.

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They left a trail of heat where they touched, and he hated that he could not do more. That he could not properly express his love for her, and that they were hindered. Yet, she was doing far more than he ever could have expected and . . . it made him love her even more. As if, that was even possible at this point. Pulling his lips from her breast, his breathing was heavy, kissing along the plain between her mounds and letting his tongue caress her skin. "When you are healed . . . " He said between each kiss. "I am going to keep you in bed for another month, for entirely different reasons." A teasing in his voice though . . . the thought was certainly an appealing one.

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His lips reached her neck one more, nestling against the crook of it as he continued to kiss her, his hand starting to lower his pants and use his legs to work on sliding them off, kicking them off until they too were on the floor. He raised his head from where it rested, meeting her gaze, and eyes heavily lidded with desire, as if his body's reaction was not enough. His hand reached for one of hers, holding it in his for a moment before raising it to his lips, kissing it, tasting her. "I want you to feel how much I need you," he told her, his voice hoarse from overwhelming desire burning through him. He guided her hand lower, between them, to where there was proof of his need.