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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 22:38:48 GMT
I'm not bound by He felt more than saw his pants loosen as he was preoccupying his lips elsewhere, shielding all sight as he focused solely on the sensation of her skin, and the intoxicating scent that filled his senses. When she drew his head back, he made no objection, moving with ease as directed. Which was indeed good, for it resulted in his lips against hers.
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He deeply, slowly breathed into the kiss, closing his eyes and allowing the long drawn out moment to pour into the embrace. She spoke against his mouth giving further instruction. Once more -- as always -- he held no obection, complying as he moved to kick off one shoe and then the other.
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"Gladly," he breathed against her before capturing his lips once more. His hand behind her skimmed down to her behind where while his other pushed his pants down, stepping out of them while his now free hand moved to her cheek. Once free of the barrier of clothing he began to slowly step forward causing her to move back . . . moving towards the wall. "I believe we have now achieve balance," he teased, breathing against her.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 22:10:02 GMT
I'm not bound by Despite the practice Benedict received in the most ideal location . . . he still was dissatisfied with his work. He wished to create something that was truly worthy of Henry's praise. He knew his lines were off, that the proportions were all wrong, and that the positioning was just absurd!
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But alas, Henry spoke of practice . . . and that was what Benedict intended to do. To what end, he hadn't the faintest idea. He just longed for the day to create something that he would actually be proud to show another. And clearly, today was not it. He had to fight back sounds of frustration and irritation and none other than himself. For the room was fairly quiet. Daphne sat reading a book and why Benedict though her to be the perfect subject for his practice . . . he hadn't the faintest idea.
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To capture her dear sister's beauty on paper was a seemingly impossible task, and he feared the grave offense he would cause her should she ever catch a sight of this abominable work.Still. He attempted, concentrating though well aware that the mind his mind pushed him to believe this was futile, the less he was able to success in its completion. It would most likely be yet another crumpled piece to paper to add to the fireplace. And yet he kept going.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 21:35:09 GMT
I'm not bound by An artist. Had Benedict not been in such a position with such company, his mind would have fixated on the word. Because, it was undeserving. To be an artist one actually had to produce art, and Benedict knew that he was very far off from that point. He merely dabbled. Creations unworthy of being called art; to be placed in the same category as creations from those so skilled like Henry. So, yes. It was indeed truly fortunate that Genevieve was distracting his thoughts, and the word was able to be taken as what he presumed she meant: a tease. A playful remark.
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Her touch across his now bare chest caused a surge of heat to course through him . . . desire building yet not yet willing to give up the moment. He still had his senses . . . mostly. Though it was becoming increasingly difficult when she stepped away and began to remove her shoes, and then breeches as Benedict watched, enjoying the sensual display. Oh the conflict; of whether he'd rather touch her to do it himself, or simply watch her do it on her own. Right now, he had no complaints in the alluring sight. His eyes slowly moved over her, taking in every curve, every part of her that was released from the constraints of clothing. Longing to touch her with his hands where his eyes soaked her in.
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She offered him another compliment, his mind refusing to reject it in fear of spoiling the moment. So instead he did all that he could in this moment: play along. "It truly does please me then," he told her. "To know that I can impress you." Her fingers on the ties of his breeches, all too aware that it was the last part between them that was largely covered. Desire soon to manifest in a more physical form. His hand returned to her back, moving down the plain of it and stopping just before touching her behind. He leaned forward instead, placing a light kiss along the side of her neck, before slowly placing another. "Tell me," he said quietly between each touch. "What else impresses you?" His hand moving to join hers along the tie of one of his last worn articles of clothing.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:50:47 GMT
I'm not bound by His eyes never seemed to leave her, averted only to watch her fingers graze over the material of their clothing, but she was quite a sight that he was rather enjoying -- to say the least. The last time they jumped right into it, allowing the natural passion to direct them. But now, the playful build up and ease in which they were able to do so . . . well, Benedict had not though it possible to be so casual with another. Especially one that he barley knew. "Well, I am under rather inspiring tutelage," he said, offering praise in return to her own complimenting words.
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Benedict took a slow breath as she let her lips hover over his neck, the touch too brief and yet perfect at the same time. Their teases did not remain solely verbal; it was quite evident in their actions as well. Clearly. He did not move forward as she pressed back, but rather, just watched her complete what he started in the removal of her corset, turning to set it on the side as he left his shirt on and unbuttoned. As if waiting for her; a silent understanding as she moved back towards him, lowered his suspenders and proceeded with his shirt. His arms moved to ease the action as his shirt joined his coat on the floor.
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He pretended to think over the respond, as if putting time and care into what he would say. "I suppose a good student would comment on the need for balance," he began to say. He moved his hand to her back, the tips of his fingers gently grazing up where her skin was bear, the soft sensation of it certainly a pleasure to touch. Leaning in his lips brushed against the corner of her mouth without properly kissing her. "That the amount of clothing should be in proportion when it comes to the top, and bottom." His voice holding the same teasing tone that seemed to be consistent with most of his words spoken to her, as his finger trailed along the rim of her breeches.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 19, 2021 1:11:51 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict quite enjoyed the sensation of her fingers tangling in his hair, though the kiss was far too short lived. And yet, he did not lean in for more when she pulled away. Opening her eyes to see the gleam within her own was indication enough that this was far from over. She spoke of how it was an excellent demonstration, though more was required. Before having a chance to counter, she moved out of his hold, taking his hand instead and leading him to what he hoped would be a vacant room.
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The last time he had pushed open the doors at this kind of party, he had walked in on Henry and his lover. A sight that had been surprising for Benedict to witness. But he was hardly thinking of the two entangled men right now. His attentions were focused on Genevieve. Following her lead -- and feeling relieved at the empty room -- the door shut behind them and he watched her as she divested herself of the shirt that mostly concealed the corset she wore underneath. His eyes moved over her body, taking in her sensual figure as she gave further instruction.
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"Promptly," Benedict complied, removing the wastcost that he wore and allowing it to fall on the ground, uncaring of where or how it landed. "I do make an excellent student," he playfully remarked, taking these 'lessons' quite seriously. "So much so, that I may even suggest that the next removal should be of that corset." Taking a couple steps towards her, his voice flirtatious with a smile to match. "And I would be happy to assist with the endevour," he further remarked, already moving his hand to one of the ties, placing one end between his fingers and slowly pulling it loose.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 18, 2021 1:33:56 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict watched her intently as words slowly became action. The key word being slowly. For each move she made was filled with sensuality. A sight that continued to leave him nearly mesmerized by her actions. He had always wondered about men at balls and how their gaze fixated on one of the women present. How they had been so drawn toward them. Of course Benedict as any other, found some to be attractive . . . but he had never felt captivated by them to the extent of drowning out the rest of the world. It was not love. He was well aware of that. But rather, a magnetism that could not be entirely explained he supposed.
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Right now, he felt as if he was experiencing a version of that. Being so enthralled by Genevieve. Not because she was dressed to lure a husband . . . but because of a more authentic beauty and charm. His eyes watched her, not moving from her gaze as her fingers made productive work with the buttons of his shirt, before sliding off his jacket. Oh how glad he was that she had decided to put down that glass of wine so that she may free her hands to do . . . well, precisely what she was doing. Making work of relieving him of the clothing that had been a primary source of conversation. "I could not agree more Madam Delacroix," he teased as she spoke of seizing learning opportunities. His eyes did not leave hers, though he instinctively drew his body closer to hers, attempting to minimize the distance between them. Which was of course, adding to the convenience of her hands upon his clothing.
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But simply standing idle was becoming increasing difficult, as she loosened the constraints of fabric upon him, and spoke words that brought desire with them. Within him. His eyes fell to her mouth as he watched her tongue quickly slide over her lips before he met her gaze once more. His hand moved to slide under the oversize shirt she wore, feeling more than seeing the corset underneath, if only to feel her perfectly formed figure.
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"But where exactly . . . shall this warmth be found?" He continued to tease, his hand slowly moving up her side under the shirt that raised with his hands movements. He leaned forward, as if to kiss her but paused when they were hardly an inch apart. Close enough to feel her warm breath upon him. He did not even know how he was able to demonstrate such self control. Perhaps it was due to the ease in which they flirted. The playfulness adding a comfort. "Perhaps a demonstration," he saw in a quiet voice, the need to speak up lacking considering their close proximity. "Would indeed be most effective." The temptation became too great for the second Bridgerton and upon his words, he captured her lips with his own.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 18, 2021 0:18:30 GMT
I'm not bound by Warm welcomes. Yes. Benedict was quickly learning that. The feelings of being so out of place slowly fading with embracing what surrounded him. Embracing who surrounded him. And here he thought that as a Bridgerton, he would stick out like a sore thumb. But no. Genevieve had taken notice to him but he did not feel . . . judged for being here. The surprise merely to know that he would be here. If his family knew however, that . . . would be an entirely different matter.
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"Something I am quickly realizing," he told her, voicing his thoughts when it came to warm welcomes and sheer enjoyments. His eyes remained on hers, enjoying the caress of her hand over the lapel of his jacket. Where he often kept at a distance when it came to such flirtations at balls and other extravagant events, he did not mind it here. There, so many eyes were upon them. Something else that Benedict did not often like or crave: attention. But here, in these closed walls and under this quiet roof, no one watched one another with intent to spill secrets and spread scandals. Benedict may be inexperienced in this world . . . but it was something he felt, more than could assure through experience.
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"A comforting thought," he said, knowing he was admitting that this was a far more comfortable place for him than those balls. "Would you suggest then, that I wear less . . . " Purposely pausing in between his sentence, suggestion in his voice at where he ended before continuing. "Formal attire?" Finishing it, there was a bit of a playful smile upon his lips, continuing and encouraging the flirtation. "As appropriate wear falls in your line of expertise, perhaps you could teach me a thing or do about such a topic." Another tease, made just in time before she stepped back and asked him what came next.
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It was indeed difficult to look away from her. There was something quite . . . alluring about the woman. Captivating. The ease in which she conversed with him, and the mutual feeling of it so . . . refreshing. And desired for the second born Bridgerton. "Is there no more warmth to be had?" He asked, suggestiveness in his tone . . . playing on the words of a warm welcome. He couldn't resist taking a step towards her, despite her having stepped back, as if to further emphasize his words of there surely being more. While he knew that this was the one place he could paint and explore his creative prospects . . . all else seemed to shift from his priority when he was in such entrancing company.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 17, 2021 0:11:50 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled at her tease. How easy it was to converse here. The weight and pressures lifted from ones shoulder so that they could just enjoy self exploration and expression. It was not something he took for granted for it was finally the one place where he felt he could be himself.
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"On the contrary," he told her with a continued smile. "I found my last experience at such an event to be quite . . . exhilarating." The words were filled with truth, but the ease in which he spoke evident. Gone was that rigidity and need to be careful of words and to whom one spoke them to. Genevieve was not a woman of high ranking and yet, that mattered not to the second Bridgerton son.
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Here, it did not seem like such things held importance as they did at balls and other extravagant affairs. "Besides, how could I possibly be scared when I received such a warm welcome the last time." His words a continued tease, yet there was also a hint of flirtation to them, referencing how she had been a part of that warm welcome indeed.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 16, 2021 1:51:00 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was enthralled. His mind frequently replayed the night; a night surely to remember for some time. And a night . . . that Benedict wished would not remain a one time occurrence. Henry had introduced him to a part of society that Benedict had not even thought possible. The sheer freedom and liberation that could be found and felt; radiating from each presence at these . . . parties. How was it possible to crave something so deeply that one could not even name? Until discovery of such events.
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He had never been one to enjoy the extravagance of balls and dances but this . . . was an entirely different form of extravagance. He felt for the first time, in a long time, he could breathe. He could allow himself to just let go of the confines of society and live. It was of course what brought him back to the man's doorstep, welcomed as the second Bridgerton son stepped inside. He wondered if the awe of this reality would ever truly subside. Seeing the figures, the intimacy, just, everything. Sheer perfection.
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The host informed him that there was a place for him in the sketching room and Benedict stood in the threshold just watching the others draw. How did they do it so seamlessly? Let their hands glide over the paper so effortlessly? Without any pause or need for self doubt? Could he ever aspire to be such a person? How he longed for it and here, under this roof, in this event . . . was the first time Benedict believed that perhaps, just perhaps it could be attainable.
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Realizing that he was in the way, Benedict apologized as he stepped to the side to allow another entrance into the room. It was how he had caught sight of a familiar . . . incredibly welcome sight. His lips curved into a smile as he approached her. She of course, was a big part of what made the first party such as this he'd attended, quite memorable indeed. "Madam Delacroix," he greeted, finding it rather fortunate that he had caught her in a moment alone to . . . converse. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance once more." To say the least.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 14, 2021 20:59:44 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 14, 2021 19:19:02 GMT
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I am happy to answer inquiries that you may have!
But please do not ask me questions that would force me to
divulge any secrets of my more . . . private affairs . . .
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 14, 2021 18:28:16 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 14, 2021 18:28:05 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 14, 2021 18:27:54 GMT
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