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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 13, 2021 0:52:26 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled as his brother mentioned who else would speak highly of himself. "Yes, I see your point. For you certainly would not receive any compliments from me." The words were a clear jest, as Benedict obviously did not mean them. But what was the fun in siblings if they did not tease once in a while. Teases, born of deep love that the Bridgertons had for one another. This was not exception in how Benedict felt for his dear brother.
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"Perhaps you would have to rely on Whistledown for such compliments," he said, adding to the tease though it was not without truth. Colin did not seem to be on the receiving end of any negative rumors or scandal that Whisteldown reported. If ever she spoke of him, it was usually without malic or insult. Benedict gave the younger male a reassuring smile. "Give it time," he repeated, though felt it necessary to give his brother that hope. Hope, that they would come around. That their minds needed to settle and accept this . . . and accept it they would. Hopefully. When he spoke of Marina being the only one to take him seriously, it was clear that he was struggling with this. With his family accepting that this was not simply a dalliance.
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"If that is how you wish to be seen," Benedict began to say. "Then you need only approach the subject with conviction. So that they may see this, unfamiliar side of you." The serious side of Colin Bridgerton. Benedict's words once again held a slight tease to them, but they also held purpose. That it would need take some convincing for mother and Anthony to accept. But it was Colin's latter stated words that set all joking aside, and caused the small smile to fade from Benedict's lips, though a softness still remained. Listening to his brother without judgement. But . . . hearing that he may wish to elope, was certainly a surprise. And, wasn't at the same time considering how others reacted to this union. He remained silent for a few moments, trying to choose his words with care.
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"I would implore you to wait before making any quick decisions," Benedict told him, not discouraging him of the entire idea, but rather, asking him to be patient before running off with her. While he knew their family would never disown a Bridgerton -- as others may due to elopement -- Benedict feared the potential strain this could put on Colin and mother, and even Anthony. "I wish to see you happy brother, but I fear that happiness may be compromised if you do something that may cause strain in your relationships with mother and Anthony." Benedict just wished to protect his brother. A brother who . . . had truly grown up. When, and how had that happened. That he was suddenly looking at a man, so serious and devout to his intended that he was willing to run away with her and get married in secret.
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Benedict reached out to put a hand on Colin's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze to further comfort and reassure him. "They just need time, and I hope you can grant them that." Perhaps Benedict didn't understand the need to hastily get married, for he himself had never fallen in love. But, he could certainly see it in his brother's eyes. Hear it in his voice. "I do not think you crazy," he told him. "Perhaps a little madly in love," he added on unable to help the playful nature of his words, feeding into the irony of what he said.
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"But I will not speak of this plan to them," he assured Colin. He assumed his brother was telling him this in confidence, with the expectation that he would not tell the others, but Benedict wished to reassure him of that through a verbal promise. "Should you move in this direction, I would ask only that you at least speak with me first. So that I may know you are safe." And that he wouldn't just disappear one night. He knew that he could not control Colin, so convincing him not to this was not an option. He could merely ask him to keep him informed, so that he knew the man was safe and well . . . wherever he may end up.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 23:38:07 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict set his sketchbook on his lap, then taking the tea from Hyacinth with a short nod, as he listened to her argue about how she could have sneaked up on him when he was aware of her presence. "While it is impossible not to be aware of you in a room," he said, the tease -- though speaking with truth -- referring to her rather, talkative -- among other things -- nature. "It is another matter entirely when you sneak up on someone from behind." Especially when that someone -- mainly him -- was distracted. It was perhaps his own fault for getting so lost in his work, but still. It was easier to blame a child than take the responsibility. Well, perhaps easier was not the right word. Fun. Yes, it was more fun to blame a younger sibling.
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Well, damn. Had he been more subtle perhaps he would have gotten away with it and not drawing attention to what he was doing. Unfortunately in this instance, he could blame no one but himself. "Well, perhaps you should leave there now," Benedict suggested as Hyacinth mentioned going to Clyvedon, another tease. "And I will speak to mother on your behalf," he added, as if he would do her the favour if it meant her leaving, now. Obviously that was not going to happen, but never the less, the tease remained. Taking a sip of his tea, he then turned his eyes towards Daphne as she commented on keeping secrets.
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"I am certain you know how difficult it is to keep secrets in this family." Well, that much was partially true. He had been doing what he could to keep his . . . nightly parties a secret indeed. "Whether it be revealed by strong reactions to being startled--" He cast a brief playful glare at Hyacinth before continuing. "Or a flush of one's cheeks to reveal inner thoughts." This time, he gave Daphne a smug smile before nonchalantly taking another sip of his tea.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 23:22:45 GMT
I'm not bound by Yes; Eloise did indeed have a point. Their mother would most likely offer support sooner than their eldest brother. But hopefully . . . even Anthony would come around. Perhaps it just needed to be understood and accepted that this was truly what Colin wanted. "He bears responsibility," Benedict began to say, understanding only because Anthony had attempted to prepare him for taking his role as Viscount when that entire duel ordeal had happened.
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"Or at least he believes he does," Benedict added on. "And thus, any union we should have as it reflects on the Bridgerton name." Benedict's voice made it clear that he didn't quite agree with the entire thing but merely, offering explanation to explain the undesired position of Viscount. One that Benedict would never want; especially upon discovering these new found . . . freedoms he often explored. He smiled, slightly chuckling as Eloise spoke of her first choice of marriage, before speaking of their brother and now fiancé.
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"Perhaps it would be a blessing if you were to argue with yourself. It would be less arguing with me," he told her teasingly, rather amused with his own words and notion of it all. Her latter question however, required more explanation. It was indeed a fair question . . . and the idea of avoiding marriage season a highly appealing one, as this was one of the many things they seemed to have in common. Having been distracted in his own thoughts, he did not notice Eloise's wandering eye, but he did draw over the same line a few times, thoughtful in his response to her.
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"I have certainly been avoiding it for as long as possible." He paused, this time looking up at his sister. "You however dear sister, will be most fortunate if you manage to evade marriage next season." She was a Bridgerton, and her sister had married in her first season and furthermore, with a Duke. The pressure was indeed high but Benedict did not want Eloise to be wed if she was not ready or of the mind. Despite age. "Though let us say you meet someone in your season, would you desire to get married?" Or would she deter it because she was not of mind to embark on such a path. Benedict often wondered the same of himself. It was merely mindset or lack of finding the right person. Bringing his attention back to his sketch, he proceeded to answer her question.
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"I believe it is the shock of the news," he started. "And the, unexpectedness of it, particularly considering it is Colin as he had made no previous indication that he is ready for marriage. As well as the, unfamiliarity of his intended." His brother enjoyed travelling and exploring . . . who knew that he would be so ready to settle. "But I suppose, that is what love must do to a man." If it surely was that; but then, what else could it be that would make him wish to marry with such haste. "Now mother and Anthony only need understand that." He paused, looking back at Eloise for a moment. "Do you know anything of Ms. Thompson?" He inquired, considering she was remaining in the Featherington house and Eloise and Penelope were practicalyl inseperable.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 20:01:34 GMT
I'm not bound by He felt a strong sense of satisfaction when he felt her reach her second wave, the liquid evidence pouring onto his hand that moved inside of her. Between his release and hers, he finally relaxed his shoulders, feeling her do the same as she dropped to his side. He slowly withdrew his hand from where it had been tucked between her legs, unable to resist letting his fingers drag along her inner thigh in the process, stroking her soft skin.
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His touch continued down her leg, moving to the side so that he touched her upper thigh. His chest heaved from the vigor of their actions and he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, allowing the waves of ecstasy wash over him. Run through every inch of his body, giving him a chance to steady his breathing and fast beating heart. The need to see her overpowered any other challenge to keep his eyes open and he slowly brought them back to her gaze. Heavily lidded by the bliss he felt.
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He smiled at her words, raising his head to kiss her shoulder, her collar bone, a trail of light kisses before he lay his head back on the pillow, his gaze returning to her once more. He let out a small breath of amusement and . . . relief at the thought -- though he knew it to be true the moment she had invited him here. Still. Hearing it was quite . . . nice. To say the least. "Then perhaps I too should confess, that I completely agree," he told her, feeling the exact same way.
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"And as we have been granted this time, I find my desire for you . . . rather insatiable." How he loved to see that soft smile of hers, gazing at him, a sense of pride that it was he who drew such an expression from her. Unguarded. Sincere. It was beautiful. His hand moved to her cheek, fingers delicately touching her skin, moving down to her lips as he gently brushed his thumb at the corner of her lips. His expression clear indication of being taken by such beauty. Hearing her tell him she was happy he was here . . . warmed his heart. Perhaps more than it should have. Perhaps more than he even realized.
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"I am happy to be here," he told her softly, matched sincerity in his voice, leaning in for a light kiss as if to solidify the words before drawing back. His finger still caressing her skin. How long would she permit him to remain? He was unsure. He longed for the night with her. The entirety of it. Was it too bold to assume? Was it too much to ask? "Though I must admit that in this current state, I find it impossible to move anywhere else," he said a bit teasingly, yet . . . it was true for two reasons. The first, being that he was spent from their vigorous actions. The other being, he didn't want to be anywhere else other than right here.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 19:23:34 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict relaxed as he inhaled from the cigarette, letting the smoke out into the cool, fresh air. He turned his body a little so that his back was against one side of the rope of the swing; the side further from Eloise so that he could properly look at her. Her question was indeed a good one, and he was uncertain that he had the right words to say to answer it. For his thoughts seemed, unable to pinpoint what exactly was stifling his creativity.
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"Lack of inspiration, I suppose," he explained, or perhaps suggested. Her inquiry causing him to reflect on what it could possibly be. "Either that or just growing frustrated that I cannot seem to create a satisfactory piece," he added with half a smile. His confidence when it came to his art was . . . hardly high. There was a reason he kept his sketches from his family, from most others. Eloise was perhaps the only one who truly had seen them and even then, it had not been by choice. She had stumbled upon them. Never the less, he found himself . . . relieved and glad for it; that he had someone he could talk to about it. Someone who also understood the need for creative expression, only she did so in a different form: through her writing.
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He then listened to her explain the emotions that seemed to be troubling her as well. As much as he teased his dear sister, he of course did not like hearing her feeling such things. He did not like her feeling any sort of emotions that would trouble her. His half smile remained, though did not hold quite the joviality it may usually. Thoughtfully, taking another inhalation of his cigarette, he let her words linger in the air before she continued. "That I can understand," he agreed when she spoke of too much happening. He had been avoiding the entire marriage prospect for some time, but his sisters did not have the luxury that he and his brothers did. Women could not afford to push aside the notion of marriage with as much ease.
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"Tell me, what troubles you the most?" He asked. She had such an array of emotions, and he wanted to know what he could do to help -- if anything. He did not want to presume, but he wanted to be here to support his sister. "You know you can share freely with me," he encouraged her, his voice less teasing and more holding the support that he wished to offer her. The underlying concern he felt for her in her troubled state. "Well, not too freely." This time there was a tease in his voice, meant only as a joke -- somewhat. There were certain subject he would be unable to discuss with her . . . his mind returning to the time she had asked him and his brother about how one grew with child.
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When she asked him what he was working on, his gaze dropped in contemplation, trying to even think what it was he wanted to practice. It felt both odd and natural to speak to her about these things, so he knew there was no need to reserve his answers. "I am working to draw the human form," he explained to her. "I cannot seem to correct my lines, nor the proportions to a satisfactory level." As if to further calm himself from the frustrations, he drew another breath from his smoke, slowly exhaling. "Your turn," he told her with a bit of a smile, wondering what she was working on -- or trying to work on -- in her writings.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 18:56:50 GMT
I'm not bound by He could feel her acknowledgement of his warning, and allowed himself to continue focus on reaching that high. With her on top of him, he knew it was necessary for him to tell her . . . even if she perhaps already knew his body. Which, he imagined she did. Considering she knew exactly how to touch it, how to move against it, how to drive out the very core of his desires out both slowly and quickly.
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Despite their ability to get lost in one another . . . he knew that this was something that would always be in the back of their minds. He would not compromise her, and yet he wondered . . . what it would be like to be with someone where they could truly just lose each other in this bliss. Yet these thoughts dare not broach his mind . . . a deep, inner thought never to be brought to the surface. Perhaps not even fully realized by Benedict.
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And fortunately, she did an excellent job of ceasing his ability to think. As she kissed along his skin, he continued to thrust inside of her for as long as she permitted before withdrawing, feeling the immediately loss of her warmth. Yet, he kept his finger where it was between them, on her, gently moving inside of her where his length once was. As she knew his body well, he liked to think that he also knew hers. Feeling her reach her climax, and ensuring he reached his own as she stroked him purposefully.
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His breathing quickening, his hips involuntarily jerking upward further into her touch. His head turned into the crook of her neck, nuzzling against it as he teased the skin with his teeth only to soothe them with his tongue, as if trying to muffle the moans caused by her actions. It did not take much longer for him to spill, letting out a sound of satisfaction -- despite his attempt to stifle it -- as the ecstasy coursed through his body, his finger still caressing her inner walls, gently pressing on that singular point within her, as she rode out her own high and if her body allowed it, to feel a second wave of pleasure.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 17:53:34 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict's eyes remained on Geneveieve's as she continued to explain her injury, saying that there was no broken ribs. Benedict was listening, and yet, not at the same time. He knew she was not technically talking to him, but he could not help but keep his eyes upon her and . . . perhaps it was more what she did not say that he was merely focused on. Entranced by. Emotions that neither of them had clearly dealt with since . . . their departure from one another.
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One that had presumed to be permanent only now, it proved it was not. And all that rush of emotions came flooding back. This, coupled with Benedict's unspoken fear of how something far worse could have happened to her. This, was bad enough, but what if it had been something more? The fear and concern only further validation that clearly, this was not over. Nor would it be so quick to heal.
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The silence that fell in the room wasn't even immediately recognized by Benedict for several moments, until he could somehow feel it. Feel Lewis' eyes on him expectantly. Benedict quickly snapped out of it, breaking his locked gaze with the modiste and instead, looking at the surgeon. Had he said something to him? Words belatedly processed in his mind. "Oh," he quickly stated. "Yes um . . . " He didn't want to leave her but if this was best . . . "Of course." And yet his feet seemed planted in place. Looking at her once more, he uncrossed his arms and casually moved himself off the wall.
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He was no fool -- contrary to what current circumstances may otherwise suggest. He knew that he could not just quickly grab a class of brandy and return. He would need to give her her privacy, as Lewis requested. Looking at her once more, and giving a nod to Lewis in understanding -- and acceptance -- Benedict practically forced himself to leave the room, not stopping from his movements until he was down the stairs. He feared anywhere closer would just draw him back to where they both were and clearly, that not where he was preferred to be.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 17:41:27 GMT
I'm not bound by It was not often that the Bridgerton estate was empty of most of its residents. His mother, sisters and Gregory had gone to their cousins, and Colin was out of town. Benedict had to admit, it was nice to have some quiet time . . . but he did not wish for completely solitude. He had just caught sight of Sophie leaving the premises, and decided that curiosity had peaked in him, that he felt the need to follow. It had taken some time to catch up to her . . . she was rather quick. Or, perhaps she knew that he was following?
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No. Certainly not. She would most likely have stopped and turned to face him with some words of discouragement for his actions. But when he lost her path, he paused, scanning the crowd around him and trying to determine her whereabouts. How could she had just, disappeared? And that was when he caught sight of her . . . hiding? Was she hiding from him? No, there was a change in her expression. He was unable to determine what it was but it was enough that he felt . . . concerned.
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He had managed to bring her back to his family's home, having asked her if everything was ok on the way . . . but something seemed to have, upset her. Once they were instead, he didn't want to leave her alone. He was able to convince her to allow him to take her upstairs . . . though not to her room. The last thing he wished for was for the others to see him escorting a maid to her quarters.
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Instead, he took her to one of the casual sitting rooms upstairs, reserved for a less, formal setting. Once instead, he closed the door behind them, for privacy. But . . . to ask her what happened. To see if she was truly alright. To-- "Kiss me... and don’t let me go." The words, surprised him. And yet did not at the same time. They made his heart swell with emotion and hurt at the same time for whatever she was going through that required comfort. Comfort, that she was asking of him. Comfort, that she never need ask of him for he was always here to grant. Willing, unwaveringly so. He took a few steps towards her until he was standing directly in front of her. Softness in his gaze as he moved his hand to her cheek, gently caressing it before it moved to his chin.
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"Sophie . . . " He began to say in a quiet voice, but for what purpose he said it, he did not know. He gently titled her head upwards, lowering his own. Slowly, achingly inching his lips closer to hers. She wanted him to kiss her, and how could he ever deny something that she wanted? Something that he so desperately wanted too. With that in mind, he closed his eyes as soon as their lips touched. The kiss was gentle, tentative, as if waiting to see if she would abruptly change her mind. But slowly, he found himself melting into the embrace, while granting her the second part of her statement which prompted him to wrap an arm around her to hold her close, as he slowly started to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 17:11:37 GMT
I'm not bound by It was not stress, nor longing, nor any negative emotion that kept Benedict from sleeping. It was purely . . . restlessness. The inability to let himself drift for some unknown reason. Since the days -- couple weeks now -- he'd been married he had perhaps the best sleeps of his life. Whether it was a soft drifting after quiet conversations, or from exhaustion from their more . . . vigorous activities. Either way, Benedict had never felt more comfortable, more peaceful, more . . . happy. He opened his eyes, looking at his still sleeping wife with a smile on his lips.
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Some days, he awoke in fear that it was a dream. That they had not received the happiness they had both fought so hard for. But once glance at her, was all the reassurance he needed. That this was real, and this was their life: together. He carefully leaned towards her, brushing his lips on her forehead in a light kiss before carefully and quietly moving from the bed, hoping it did not wake her. He grabbed his robe to cover himself, and walked as quietly as he could out of the room. He made his way to the drawing room, lighting a candle once there and settled on the sofa, putting the candle on the table next to him and taking hold of his sketch book, deciding to try and sketch something to help.
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He had not been sitting long when he heard approaching footsteps, looking up from his seated position to see Sophie standing in the doorframe. A small, almost sheepish smile formed on Benedict's lips, though it was a smile nonetheless. How could he show any other expression whenever he saw her? "Did I wake you?" He asked apologetically, knowing the answer was clear and yet, the question still stood as a way of saying sorry.
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"You should sleep, Sophie. It is late." His voice soft, but encouraging. It was the middle of the night, and he did not want her to lack rest of his behalf. But her response, saying that she wanted to stay up with it . . . only made his smile grew. He knew better than to try to argue with her . . . no matter how fun it was. "In that case, come closer," he said softly, expectantly, a bit teasingly. If she was awake now, he did not want any distance between them.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 16:46:54 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had arrived home late from one of the parties held as Granville's house. His time spent there was . . . more focused on art, rather than any other pleasures that he may have otherwise found there. One of which had not entirely ended well. And the other reason being . . . there was only one woman he sought to be with. And she, would be waiting for him at home. Well, not really waiting for him exactly. But she would be there. And sometimes seeing her was both enough, and not. Her presence an unwavering comfort, yet only further remind of how much he desired her . . . a desire that went beyond just physical.
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As he entered the estate, he took notice of how quiet it was; his family most likely asleep. The servants were also most likely in for the night and Benedict did not wish to disturb them. But, as he had eaten quite an early dinner, he found himself hungry and made his way to the kitchen to see if anyone was still awake, or if there was anything left from dinner. Though once he descended the stairs, he started rummaging about looking for something . . . to no avail.
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He did not wish to disturb the cook at this time, and he clearly had no idea how to prepare a meal himself. Hearing footsteps he spun around to see someone who immediately brought a smile to his lips. It was as if it were meant to be, for them to have a quiet moment together . . . despite how much she tried to avoid it, or him. So he could not resist the tease that so effortlessly came whenever he spoke to her. "Did you follow me down here?" He asked with playful accusation.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 16:18:06 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was uncertain as to which he was more frustrated with, or with whom: himself for not locking the door, or his sister for entering without knocking. He knew that ordinarily such things should most probably be reserved for when he was in his own private home . . . yet it was not as if this had been his first time in his room here. It, merely had been the first time someone had walked in on him. Had he not been so frustrated -- or uncomfortably in pain -- then maybe he would have been touched at his sister's concern.
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But at the moment . . . all he could think of was his unfinished task, and the very strong need for a bath. A very cold bath. "I'm fine," he grumbled, trying to get control of himself. "And since when did you deem it acceptable to enter without knocking?" He further demanded, clear irritation in his voice though it was not raised. Irritation, because well . . . there was a need for him still having to hold a pillow close to his lower body. Oh how calmly she stood there; the perfect contrast of just intense of a state of discomfort he was truly in.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 16:01:13 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict drew in a slow breath, a sign of clear enjoyment of her attentions upon his skin. Her mouth moving over his neck, teasing and caressing it as she rolled her hips against him. The gesture caused him to reflexively shift his hips up a little, to further press them against one another. But he needed more. He needed more of her. His body aching for it, perhaps even begging considering the strength of his need . . . but fortunately, she would not leave him unattended for long.
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He let out a moan of pleasure as her hand expertly went to his length, stroking him as he sunk his head deeper against the pillows from the sensation. Her hand moving over this sensitive area drawing another groan of both pleasure and need. He opened his eyes, gaze glazed over with the passion she always inspired within him, and soon enough, she gave him exactly what he needed: guiding him to her and moving down onto him. Benedict moaned her name at the relief of being inside of her once more, this time, allowing her to set the pace . . . though he knew he would not be able to remain idle for long. Her lips met his and he kissed her fervently, granting her whatever access she desired, parting his lips, his tongue taking in her taste as he deepened the kiss. One hand remained tangled in her hair, pressing her close to him while the other slid down to the curves of her behind, moving along with her motions of rising and falling on him. His own hips thrust upward, delving deeper and deeper into her with each motion.
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His breath quickening, yet refused to let go of her lips. Breathy grunts of pleasure and need and where he previously thought to ease any control of the pace, he hardly had control of his body as is strove to find that peak of release. Feeling himself throbbing within her, his hand in her hair moved from its position and fell between them instead, touching her where their bodies were joined, wanting to feel her even more. Moaning her name against her mouth, he gently sucked her bottom lip, releasing it only to speak against her. "I'm close," he breathed, words barley above a whisper but even in the height of being so robbed of thought . . . he still needed to give warning, holding himself off only as long as he could so to ensure that she too -- or first -- found her own release of pleasurable bliss.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 15:35:34 GMT
I'm not bound by As Lewis entered the room, Benedict remained at the entrance of it, leaning against the doorframe as he simply watched from this distance. Truth was, he was unsure whether Guinevere would be more comfortable being examined with him absent, or present. An ironic thought, considering he had cleaned the blood and tended to her within his capacity. But at the same time . . . there was another male now present. Certainly, it would shift things. At the same time, he did not want to leave her nor let her out of his sight. He wanted to hear the extent of her injuries and to see if there was anything that Benedict could do to further help.
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She would already be spending the night here so he would not need to worry about her having to make the journey home -- even if it was not incredibly far. Nor wonder what to give her to wear, which, Benedict knew was part of the reason he required discretion from the surgeon. The maid would return in the morning and Benedict could get her fresh clothes. For now however, Benedict simply remained focus on her. Genevieve's eyes going to Benedict was all the assurance he needed that perhaps . . . it was indeed alright for him to be here.
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So he used that to take a step into the room, and another. He was closer, but still leaving adequate distance so not to disrupt the examination. Benedict folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall, listening to her explain where it hurt, how it hurt. How any could remain calm upon seeing a woman bruised and injured at the hands of men . . . was curious. Though, as a professional in one's field, also made sense. Yet all he could do in this moment was watch, listen, and be ready should there be anything, anything at all he could do to help her situation.
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Second Son
Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
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Please do not tell mother."
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Aspiring Artist
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 15:22:03 GMT
HEYY! Thanks for posting this Iris!! OK SO, here are a few thoughts I have about discord!
I do think it's a great idea if people enjoy chatting on discord and I know that most boards have a discord channel! My ONLY thing is that, if we do a Discord, and not everyone is on it . . . that we still make an effort to chat in the Chat Box too!! And this is just something I wanted to check in with everyone!
For me, I have nooo problem chatting in multiple places hahah! I just don't want anyone to feel left out for those who don't have discord! I guess my main thing is that . . . Discord not replace the CB! It also helps for guests who pop in and don't immediately go to discord, and it helps to have an active CB! I'm not sure what everyone's thoughts are on that ??
The Organization looks good! Just a few suggestions for it!
- Maybe we can change 'Pictures' to 'Graphics', just so its more open to gifs and all that?!
- I'm not sure if we would need a separate section for Open Threads?! Maybe we can have an Open Thread Directory on the site instead and that way, people who aren't on discord can also find open threads in one place?!
- Do we want to add an ICC (In Character Chat) section as well, or should we reserve that to just the board's ICC?
- Should we add a separate section called 'Suggestions' or use that to replace 'Staff Requests' ? That way, if someone has an idea for the site, or activity, or anything, it can be organized in one place?
OK I'll stop rambling now!! Hahahah! I might think of something else but these were just a few ideas I wanted to throw out there!
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"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
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Please do not tell mother."
Personal Text
Nobleman
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Aspiring Artist
Occupation
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euphoria
Offline
Tag me @benedict
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 12, 2021 2:39:22 GMT
I'm not bound by Hearing her speak with so much strain caused his heart to ache; a pain that only seemed to grow with each passing second, until he was certain that it would break. No. So long as Sophie breathed it would surely beat. But after that . . . well, Benedict did not even dare imagine. He could not picture a world without Sophie when she herself had become his entire world. When she took his hand, he immediately returned the gesture, bringing her hand to his lips where he kissed the back of it. He didn't know what time it was, but nor did he want to deprive her of any answer to a question she may seek. And this, seemed like a fairly easy question to answer indeed. With his free hand not holding hers, he reached into pocket, glancing at the time his pocket watch said, quickly closing it and returning his focus solely on his wife.
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"It is 9 in the morning," he told her. He had truly lost track of all time and found himself uncaring as to what the hour was. Not else seemed to matter this past little while. Not while Sophie was suffering so. Was she, suffering? Benedict didn't even know. The physician had said that they had given her something to help ease the pain but . . . was it working? How bad was it? Benedict could not guard his expression, could not hide how he felt in this moments.
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"Are you . . . " He paused for a moment, trying to gather his voice. Trying to gather any semblance of strength to speak when he felt utterly weak. And he shouldn't. He was not the one lying on the bed. But then, she had always been stronger than him. "Are you in pain, my love?" He had to know. What she hurting? Was there anything he could do? Send for more medicine? Scold the doctor for his inadequate treatment? He would do anything, and everything for her. And yet, felt completely useless.
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