Kiss for Phillip

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Kiss + 17 ... to stop them from rambling.


Tagged : ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ 

[Sir Phillip Crane]

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i would merely

BE DOING MY DUTY

Where Phillip used to come to his greenhouse as a means to escape, and an excuse from occupying himself away from his family . . . that feeling was growing less and less needed. He enjoyed time spent with his wife and the twins, though the need to maintain his plants and the efforts that came with that still brought him here. Even still, he was not as . . . unwelcoming to anyone who wished to come visit. Such as his wife, who was standing in his Greenhouse with him, going on about something that he had rather lost track of. He had listened in the early stages, but he had given up trying to follow along. He had even tried to continue on with his work but that only further demonstrated the fact that he wasn't paying attention.

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So he had to pause and look at her as she spoke. And spoke. And spoke some more. She was either talking about Penelope, or returning to London for the season, or her family, or household staff . . . he wasn't right sure. All he knew was that he could not focus on his work, nor could he focus on what she was saying. Perhaps he should slow her down. Or, perhaps . . . he should stop her all together. The thought had his mind now focus on something else entirely.

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They weren't standing that far apart, and so deciding to seize the opportunity . . . he moved closer. Closing the distance between them, he swiftly wrapped one arm around her while his other hand went to her cheek. He did not even care that his hands were stained with dirt from his work. His lips went to hers in a heated, passionate kiss, not bothering to start with a soft embrace but rather, immediately went for the passionate intensity. With as much vigor as she spoke, was with as much vigor as he now kissed her.

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    She could not put her finger on it, but there was something that Eloise had found oh so comforting about the greenhouse. All of her new home was comforting, from the gardens, to the drawing room, and her shared room with Phillip, but very quickly, she had understood why her husband so often sought solace within the greenhouse. Perhaps it was her husband's presence here so often, or perhaps it was the memory of their first kiss, but she found herself at ease watching him work, trying to memorize what plant needed what type care as she followed her husbands footsteps, talking if only to fill the silence. She did not mind that he wasn't looking at him either, she trusted that he would be listening ( possibly even more than she was listening to herself ) and even if he wasn't, she would not blame him. He hadn't asked her to leave, so certainly he did not mind her company, so here she would stay and talk on she did ). The subject, at the moment, was on Penelope and Colin, words of news she had gotten in her latest letter from her best friend continuing to leave her mouth only to slow as he looked up at her, trying instead to read is eyes, less focused on what she was saying, only to be silenced all together by his lips brushing against hers. 

    Whatever his goal was, it certainly had worked as Eloise stilled for a second both at the kiss and the feeling of dirt on her face, but a second later, she leaned into it, letting one hand rest on his cheek as the other settled over the hand which was on her waist, gentle smile upon her lips. Her mind, though, continued to turn as they kissed, trying to figure out what might have caused this passionate moment between them. She hadn't mentioned anything that couldn't spark this... Unless.... Was he doing this to try and stop her ramblings? She wasn't sure whether or not she would have preferred him using words to ask her to slow down or stop, but she did know that now that he was kissing her, she did not mind being silenced and would further steal a moment of his longer. 

    Smirking ever so slightly, Eloise deepened the kiss, almost trying to move closer to her husband though she was not sure that was possible, the hand on his cheek slowly falling to instead rest upon his chest, relaxing into his lips and hold at once, though taking steps back slightly, trying pull him with her in attempts to find a wall. Pulling back to take a breath, she looked up at him with a smirk, not moving too far away. " You certainly have my attention now. If that was what you aimed to capture. And if not well... " Lips pressed to his again, a little more gentle but still holding passion there, eyes fluttering shut, waiting for him to respond with what he wanted, or perhaps to deepen it. 

Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~
Note : GOD the mental image of this is. So funny to me. Eloise does love to ramble. Also I. made it a little steamer BUT if you want a different direction let me know and I'll change it! 

[Sir Phillip Crane]

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[attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: authorflies notes: OMG ITS PERFECT! So steamy and uhh, hope mine is ok as well! hahah! remi of rilla go! and adoxography

[attr="class","targettext"]His plan had indeed worked, and it seemed to result in something rather enjoyable for them both. He could practically feel her start to ease into the kiss, the abruptness of it ebbed with what he hoped was the passion with which he kissed her. Completely in tune with her body, he felt each shift within her . . . the way she relaxed into him, the way her hand went to his chest. It felt perfect and soon the need to silence were was starting to become outweighed by . . . well, just the need for her. To have a wife so desirable and one who desired him seemed like such a simple want. Yet, it was something that Phillip would never take for granted, having been without such a relationship for so many years. To add on to the perfection of this moment, he moved with Eloise as she pulled him towards a wall. It was as if she knew him so well, was so understanding of him . . . or perhaps it was just that she held the same desires too. When she eased out of the kiss, Phillip slowly opened his eyes, finding it ended far too soon, as he now had one hand on her cheek, the other on her waist . . . and his body, pressed against hers where her back was pressed against the wall of his greenhouse. And he ensured to keep it pressed there, wanting her to remain in place. Wanting her near him, with him. And then she started talking again. Only this time, he did not mind nor was he lost in the conversation. A smile crept up on his lips in response to her own smirk and words of capturing her attention. Success felt wonderful. Victory felt sensational. And desire . . . felt unsated. He said nothing before she kissed him again, this time more deeply and his intentions more set. Because he wanted her. It was rather incredible how she held so much power over him, whether she realized it or not. The ability to spur such strong longings and needs within him from a simple kiss; from a simple glance. Breathing into the kiss, he coaxed her mouth open with his own to further deepen in. Drinking in her delicious taste and breathing in her intoxicating scent. His hand on her waist moved to start to bunch her dress in his hand, in attempt to raise it. "Indeed it was," he spoke against her lips, responding to her earlier words though was not about to do anything to revert her back to her ramblings. "And I shall aim to maintain it," he added with clear suggestion in his voice, as if his actions did not indicate it enough. His hand one her cheek lowered, sliding down her chest to feel the perfect mounds of her body while his other hand moved to raise her dresses and inwardly cursing at how much fabric was involved in their creation. Never did he think that the greenhouse would be a space where he would long for such things and yet, Eloise Bridgerton had changed his entire world for the better. { hover over the image to see tags and notes }

i would merely be doing my duty

allow me to realize my late brother's wishes

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