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Post by lennie3 on Apr 13, 2021 19:06:21 GMT
She felt little goosebumps rise, following the path his fingers took as he caressed her skin. Smiling softly Genevieve resisted the urge to she felt to let her eyes flutter close, laying her head back against the pillows as she watched him. It all felt so very serene, like a calm washing over her and all that mattered to pay attention to in the world was present right there with them. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt so relaxed, when things had felt so simple.
His words made her think that, perhaps, the world outside could be ignored for a little while longer. She knew what the world outside was like, knew it existed, knew what they shared would stay hidden in plain sight at parties, and now the secure lodgings of her home. But for now the world could be ignored, Genevieve couldn't help but think in a way they deserved it. For at least a little while she deserved to be selfish with her own wishes.
Genevieve recognised the teasing tone in his voice, she'd become far more familiar with his playful nature than she ever would have dreamed of. While she had not spent a lot of her time considering much of the second eldest Bridgerton son's person the last thing which would have come to mind would have been that. Knowing him know it seemed even more unfair her only comparison had been the tales heard from Siena about his older brother. Benedict was kind and intelligent, and he made her smile, and meanwhile she was not sure she could stand to be around Anthony longer than two minutes at a time; at the same time she realised she wanted Benedict to stay.
Despite the tone in his voice the words registered with her more than anything else. The trail of his kisses across her skin and the way his touch brushed over her something she didn't want to loose tonight. She was happy. Happier than she may have wanted to admit to herself. But having him in her home made her happy. He told her he was happy as well, his words echoing through her mind and a feeling far too warm spreading through her chest. Hope. Happiness.
"Stay," she murmured, her gaze holding his and Genevieve brushed her fingers over the shape of his jaw, "tonight," Genevieve felt the need to clarify, sucking in a breath, her voice softening further, "stay," she repeated, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, mimicking the way in which he had just kissed her moments before. Genevieve swallowed, suddenly feeling more nervous as she leaned back slightly, still keeping her eyes on him, she wasn't going to beg him to stay, if he wanted to now he knew he could, that she wanted him to. |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 19:38:53 GMT
Had she been younger perhaps Genevieve would have been naïve enough to imagine a future with Benedict. If she had met him when she first arrived in London, not quite the picture of uneducated innocence as the daughters of noblemen led into ballrooms in pristine gowns, but at least more innocent than she was now, things would have been different. Genevieve could not ensure herself she would not have wished he would reject whatever rules declaring she could be nothing more but a mistress. She was not sure she could have stopped her mind from creating mindless fantasies of a future which only would have broken her heart in the end.
Because younger or not Genevieve would have been forced to eventually understand that what they shared between them needed to remain physical. She could not afford any feelings to develop for the man in her bed, no matter how charming or eloquent he might have been, no matter how he could make her laugh without worrying about how her laughter sounded. Genevieve would not allow it to happen, and as long as she remained aware of what she needed to avoid it was quite safe to continue to spend time with him.
His touch was as intoxicating as his mind, his fingers moving between her legs prolonging the pleasure she felt. Genevieve rocked her hips against his touch, fingers wrapped around him tightening slightly and she whimpered softly. She pushed the thoughts from before out of her mind, they seemed unimportant as she felt his touch, as her body wanted nothing more than to melt into him and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. She felt him spill over her hand and Genevieve's hand fell to her side on the ruffled covers, his name whispered on her lips as she moaned, hips rolling into his hand her body yearning for the pleasure he brought her and Genevieve gasped as the second wave of her high rolled over her.
Slowly coming down from the feeling which rushed through her Genevieve dropped to his side, hand on his chest and she kissed his shoulder quickly, "I believe it may only be fair of me to confess that neither of us having the need to rush out the door is nicer than I imagined it would be," she hummed, her tone playful and light as she propped herself up on her elbow, smile softening as she looked at his features, "sincerely, I am happy you are here."
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 19:07:03 GMT
As a young girl Daphne Bridgerton had always been polite, easy to work with, sure she had squirmed impatiently at times like most little girls did as Genevieve attempted to adjust the hem of their dress. But Genevieve had seen girls who acted far worse than the Bridgerton girls had, not even little Hyacinth who always seemed to have a mischievous plan in mind was particularly difficult. Though then again, the threat of being pricked by needles did seem to be reason enough for most to remain as still as possible.
But now Daphne had grown into a woman, one who had married and was starting her own family, a fact which became more evident now that her petticoat was off and she had stepped onto the platform. Genevieve immediately begun taking her measurements, jotting them down with a piece of charcoal as she went along.
"Of course," Genevieve hummed, repleacing Daphne's hands at unlacing her dress, removing what was necessary for Genevieve to get the woman's correct measurements. She would create a few gowns which could easily be let out as Daphne's stomach continued to grow, "I assume your maid is capable of sowing? If I create a few gowns which can be let out for when the time comes, will she manage?"
In a sense she was pleased Daphne was requiring her to create more than simply just one or two gowns for now. The young duchess would need more dresses than that to get her through her pregnancy. But Genevieve assumed there was a modiste closer to Clyvedon than herself, and Daphne's willingness to use one of the precious days she now had to spend in London to ensure she secured what she needed from Genevieve felt like a good stamp of approval towards her business.
"We will ensure you have all you need for this wonderful time, Your Grace," Genevieve smiled warmly, "in fact I have recently received the most wonderful lace, I believe it would look very beautiful against your complexion." |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 18:49:10 GMT
She didn't voice her complaint when Lewis suggested she might need some brandy to calm her nerves. Genevieve was not sure anything could calm her nerves around Benedict at this point, or if alcohol was a good idea. But even more so she did not want him to leave the room, if anything his presence had been the one thing in recent hours which had made her feel safe. It did not take much however to tell there was an underlying tension to the physician's polite suggestion; he wanted Benedict to leave the room. On a professional level Genevieve could appreciate it, she knew how hard it could be to do her own job with mothers hovering and making whispered comments about how they did not like the particular colour their daughter had their eye on. Genevieve had lost count how many times she had watched a young woman's hopes for a particular coloured gown die for her to instead settle on what her mama wanted for her.
But while she did not complain Genevieve sucked her lower lip between her teeth, sucking in a breath as Benedict reluctantly kicked off from the wall to leave the room. She did not need, nor did she want brandy. She wanted him to stay. Pressing her lips together tightly seemed to be the only way she could manage not to protest against him leaving. It could not have been easy for Lewis to do his job. As much as she wanted Benedict to stay she needed to respect the professional attempting to his job, especially when his job was ensuring she was not injured too badly.
Genevieve tore her gaze from the now empty doorway to look to the doctor, "yes, thank you," she agreed with a small nod, but Lewis' words echoed through her mind, "I do not know if it matters much but, Mr Bridgerton helped me clean a cut on my forehead, it was bleeding more when I arrived," Genevieve revealed, he was a physician after all, he needed to know of all her injuries in order to help her, she could not sow a dress for someone without having their measurements, "I do not have any further injuries, my attackers were simply after money, they became... displeased, when they were informed I was not carrying much of it."
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 18:22:06 GMT
Benedict had flattered her with his kind words and yet the moans filling the small flat caused her to feel even more pride. She liked knowing she inspired him, that her presence in his life had made an impact on him in such a sense. Even more so she enjoyed knowing how his body responded to her touch. She craved his touch far more than she had expected she ever would. From the magnetic pull bringing them together that night they met at the Granvilles' party to now. His touch cause a spark of excitement to rush through her, skin feeling as if it was on fire whenever his touch fell.
The brunette whimpered softly against his kiss, fingers curling around his shoulder as her hips met his movements. She smiled as he granted her the access to deepen their kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly, bodies pressed tightly together. While speaking with Benedict had proved easier than she had thought it would be, being with him like this seemed like second nature. Her body understood his in ways her mind and soul would never be allowed to.
She understood the meaning of his words, the warning in it all too important for them to not ignore. There were a few very particular rules Genevieve knew she could not break. She may have been breaking one of her own rules by having him in her home in the first place, but there were other rules far more important. They may have changed what it was they shared between them by him being there. But risking her becoming with child was a rule she could not allow herself to budge on, it was a risk far too big to take. So, his words were not only a compliment to her own actions, but also reasonable warning.
Nodding she pressed a kiss to his jaw, lips continuing to explore the side of his neck as she rolled her hips against his just a few more times. Chasing the height of her own pleasure and Genevieve forced herself to separate her body from his as her high hit her, eyes fluttered close and lips parted in a moan. She reached to wrap her hand around him once more, her strokes less slow and less teasing than they had been before, her hips rocking against his thigh as she rode out her high.
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 17:22:36 GMT
She forced her attentions to the physician, the poor doctor had had to leave the comfort of his home for a job which thus far did not seem to cause him too much concern. That was a good thing, she reminded herself, if Lewis had broken into a more panicked state at the sight of her that would have meant she had probably looked worse than she thought. Genevieve thought it was bad enough with the bruising across her dark skin and the blood drying in her brow. It was nice the only medical professional in the room was managing to stay calm.
Nodding Genevieve did as he asked of her, holding her hips steady she twisted her torso from side to side. She did so slowly, trying her best not to rush through the motion, not sure if she was afraid it would hurt more or if it would mean she would miss the pain. It ached, slightly, not much, not more than she could manage. "No," Genevieve confirmed shaking her head, "a slight ache but, that may only be the bruising, could it not?"
In an attempt to escape her own nerves she looked away from the doctor, letting her eyes instead fall to Benedict stepping further into the room. It had been impossible not to feel his gaze on her as she moved, almost as impossible as it was to not let her attention linger on him. She exhaled softly, "no pain breathing either, I presume that would be rather painful with a broken rib," she said, and they were probably words she should have said looking at the physician and yet Genevieve's eyes didn't leave the other man. It was not Lewis she felt the need to reassure, he was a doctor, he could see whether or not she was seriously injured on his own, no it was Benedict hovering at the door with a concerned frown on his face she was more concerned about.
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 5:29:41 GMT
Genevieve prided herself in being at the very least the slightest bit perceptive. She did not need to be very good at reading people to take notice of the disbelief flashing across the physician's features as he saw her standing quite well on her own. His reaction was of course understandable, Benedict was a prominent enough member of the ton no one would have missed if he had taken a wife, and as he had not, she clearly was not his wife so for her to stand in his chambers, hair loosely braided and dressed in his clothing most definitely made Lewis's reaction nothing but reasonable.
At the mention of Benedict's name Genevieve's eyes flitted back to the man in question, her gaze lingering over his frame and the world around her disappeared for a brief moment before Lewis called her back to it. She looked to him quickly, hair whipping around to fall over her shoulder, tendrils of dark curls falling loose from the braid, and she nodded. "Yes, I was conducting some business and I'm afraid I encountered the wrong sorts of people," she explained, but she knew Lewis did not require or deserve the same explanation to her injuries Benedict had, no Lewis needed an explanation of her injuries, "I believe it is only some bruising, and a few cuts," her gaze flicked back to Benedict directing her words at him more than the doctor, "I'm sure it is nothing serious," she looked back to Lewis, "but I appreciate you taking a look, Doctor Anwyl."
She heard herself how dismissive her own words sounded, how she did not make it seem as if her injuries in the slightest went above anything Benedict would have needed to call upon a physician for. Genevieve sighed, swallowing and for a moment she cast her gaze down before the mask was firm across her features once more. "My ribs are bothering me quite a bit, my breathing does not feel impedimented however walking has proved rather uncomfortable."
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 5:14:31 GMT
Not quite pinned beneath him Genevieve enjoyed feeling the weight of him against her, pushing her into the mattress of her bed. Whether it required her to put a lot of effort into her actions of not if she could continue to inspire him in any way she would wish to do so. Genevieve sighed breathily as he laved at her neck, fingers tangling tightly in his hair, back arching her chest into his. If this was what inspiring him meant she would spend whatever time fate would allow her to spend in his company in absolute bliss. This was an intimacy beyond anything they had shared before, getting further and further away from bursts of passion to simply be quenched before they parted. They were truly getting to know one another and Genevieve was willing to let him into at least part of her mind, to let him know a few of the secrets she tended to keep so close to her heart.
Her body moved at ease with his, and Genevieve smiled in surprise, hands falling against his chest as he flipped them around. "As you wish," she purred, lips moving over his cheek, trailing a slow path across his neck as she mimicked his earlier actions. Her lips and teeth exploring and nipping at his skin before her tongue would soothe the skin. Rolling her hips against his Genevieve felt the growing evidence of his arousal pressing against her and the brunette let out a breathy sigh. She reached behind her as she leaned down to kiss him, fingers wrapping around him and she pumped her hand leisurely over his sensitive flesh, feeling him grow thicker at her touch. She lifted her hips, guiding him to her core as she sank down, a moan of pleasure falling from her parted lips, fingertips pressing into his shoulders as he filled her.
She moved her lips back to his, rolling her hips agains this as her tongue swiped across the seem of his lips, a silent plea to allow her to deepen the kiss. Small moans vibrated off her lips, "Benedict..." there was no need for her to say his name except her own desire to do so, to let him hear the desire in her voice as she moaned his name, hips rising and sinking down against his to drawl mewls growing in volume from her. She continued to roll her hips, chasing the euphoric high of her release as it built inside her, tightening pressure of her own pleasure causing her fingers to dig into his skin further.
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 12, 2021 4:36:35 GMT
Genevieve remained seated on the bed, fingers twisting together nervously in her lap. Feeling nervous around Benedict was strange, she had hardly ever felt that way around him. The moment they met she had been intrigued, yet briefly doubting he would be any different than the older brother she wasn't very fond of, her feelings around him had changed over time. What she felt had become dangerously blissful, happiness in its most simplistic form as they shared a bed; as they shared laughter and secrets. They had shared so much and just how close they had gotten was the issue, it was the idiotic wish to be with him Genevieve had not been able to allow herself to indulge in. She had sworn to herself from the beginning Benedict would not be a man she needed, that she would not need any man.
Now look at her, she needed him more than she wanted to admit.
Benedict return and Genevieve stood immediately, the large dress shirt falling down her frame, fingers twisting over the hem nervously, her gaze snapping to his before taking note of the physician following through the doorway. She recognised him, gossiping women were good for much and one thing they did perfectly was ensure Genevieve knew who she needed to know in London, she offered a polite smile and nod, "Doctor Anwyl, my apologies that you had to come with such short notice," she said, her gaze flitting between the physician and her former lover, letting Lewis see the light bruising over her face and the small cut on her brow no longer bleeding, small scrapes littered across her skin.
Genevieve was still not completely convinced she needed to be seen by a physcian. Perhaps it was the concern she had seen on Benedict's features which made her willing to be seen by one, or perhaps because maybe it would help the tension between them to not be alone. Though maybe most importantly Genevieve had seen the rage flash through his eyes when he realised she was hurt, and men did such stupid things when angered, the idea of Benedict trying to find those who did this to her and getting himself hurt caused her more pain than her injuries. If Lewis Anwyl needed to tell them she was going to become the picture of perfect health within short for Benedict to remain safe she would happily oblige. |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 11, 2021 20:05:56 GMT
Genevieve giggled, brushing the pad of her thumb across his lips as he showed off that grin. "No?" she laughed, "then I must be doing something wrong if you are under the impression that sharing my bed with you is such a chore," Genevieve mused, her words holding the same sarcastic tone as his. She liked this, how simple it could be for them to laugh together, how they seemed to understand one another.
She had felt that connection between them since they met. Genevieve was not sure why she ensured Lucy joined them that night. Perhaps it was her own nerves she had needed to calm and Lucy had been there, a dear friend to ground her in the moment. It was not as if it was her first time having sex with a man, or a woman, at one of the parties the Granvilles threw. But Benedict Bridgerton was not any man, and she had spent a significant amount of time telling her dear Siena not to continue to get into Anthony Bridgerton's bed. Besides, she had enjoyed corrupting him that night, he did not show any inexperience but, he had been wide eyed with amazement at the secretly libertine ways he was finding out existed.
Hearing she had eased his nerves was flattering, in fact she was delighted to hear his confession. Genevieve felt the smile form on her lips, bright and impossible to contain and she cupped his face, pulling him into a deep kiss. "I am flattered you find me inspiring," she assured him, she kissed him again, murmuring her next words agains this lips, "and even more so I am happy to have helped you, and maybe it is quite nice to hear that I am able to distract you."
Benedict shifted on the bed, propping himself up above her and Genevieve arched her back into him, hands slipping into his hair as he dropped his mouth to her neck. A small gasp falling from her lips, fingers tangled in chestnut locks as his tongue swiped over her skin, "Benedict..." Genevieve sighed softly, moaning as she tilted her head back, giving him better access to her throat. He wasn't making it easy for her to pay attention to his voice but she was managing to, somehow, trailing her fingers down his back, pressing into his skin, "I would be delighted to continue distracting you," she teased lightly, her own voice breathy with desire. She moved her hands to cup his jaw, guiding his face towards hers and Genevieve smiled, kissing him quickly, whispering against his lips, "just let me inspire you." |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 11, 2021 19:05:16 GMT
The thought lingered in her mind that she should have asked for privacy. But it was Benedict, he had seen her undress so many times before and she had never been particularly modest. Momentarily she had felt his gaze on her, burning hot against her skin, and familiar in a comforting sense. Somehow it had almost felt shameful, that he would see her like this, when she was hurt and vulnerable in a different sense than he had ever seen before. Benedict was one of the few people who'd seen her vulnerable and yet he had never seen her like this. He was the only one she'd allow to see her like this. Then again, it would always be different with him, there would always be a tension there due to the past they shared. Genevieve had not wanted him to leave. That was the simple answer. She wanted him there, not because she wanted him to see her undress but because even just his presence brought her the feeling of safety and comfort she needed. She knew she could not touch him, not when she had been the one to insist they didn't see each other anymore, it wouldn't be fair to him; but he made her feel safe, just by seeing him she felt safe.
Even as he took a few steps closer to her the distance between them had never felt further. It wasn't that they had always felt the need to talk when they were together. A lot of the time their mouths had been occupied doing anything but talk. But there had also been times when they had just been comfortable to let silence linger. They had been able to enjoy each other's company without feeling the need to speak. The distance felt so far now, as if even when he stood close enough to touch he was impossible to reach and she hated the feeling.
Genevieve gasped as he finally did move, mouth falling open slightly as she watched him pick her clothing off the floor. She recalled the two of them spending so long slowly stripping each other of their clothes, treating each other's clothes with more respect than it really required. Now she could not help but feel touched he would still treat her clothing with the same kindness they used to before. Her surprise turned into a small smile as she watched him gently place down her clothes on the chair. Her gaze followed him as he moved, unable to take her eyes off him and unable to stop herself from smiling.
He kept showing her he cared, in so many differerent ways and in a terribly selfish way it hurt. She could not help but feel she didn't deserve the care and kindness he was showing her. Genevieve knew how affairs between noblemen and their mistresses ended, and it was not by the men taking care of their former mistresses because they had been mugged. But in a rather self-indulgent way Genevieve had never quite seen herself as his mistress. Their relationship had not felt quite so superficial, and she had not needed him, not the same way many women who took on the role as a man's mistress did. She would never be his equal, first of all she was a woman, but despite her status in their society and her gender during the time they shared he had never made her feel any less than him. But no matter what she had been to him the facts remained that she had ended what they had shared and now as she spent time in his company it was so easy to long for him.
As Benedict turned his head to look at her Genevieve offered him a weak smile. True to his words this time he left, and Genevieve pulled her lip into her mouth, worrying it with her teeth. She looked after him as he left, exhaling shakily and the trembling breath left her as she shuddered, sinking onto the bed once more. It was hard. Being this close to him when he was no longer hers was hard, because he still felt like hers in her heart and yet her mind and reason had declared that could not be the way it was. She wondered if it had been easier had he grown tired of her and she had simply been discarded; most likely not, not if she still felt this way about him. But even so, this was not easy either, not when all she wanted was for him to hold her, to bury his fingers in her dark hair and kiss her until she forgot ever bad memory she had acquired during the evening.
This was a good thing. Not having Benedict in the room gave her a moment to collect herself and Genevieve breathed slowly, deeply as she folded her hands together on her lap. The distance wasn't working. It did not work when she knew he was just downstairs, when he was ensuring a physican would come to his home and care for her. In an attempt to distract herself Genevieve pulled the hair comb out of her hair, combing through her locks with her fingers, braiding it despite not having a tie to secure it with she let the finished braid hang loosely down her back. Sighing Genevieve returned her attention to the doorway, watching it remain empty, waiting to see Benedict appear again. |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 11, 2021 14:53:16 GMT
"And you must believe you are not the only one enjoying your quest to explore," Genevieve teased him, and her lips brushed against his as she spoke. There was an air of laughter in their words, a simplicity to it all and truly the night they were sharing made Genevieve feel as if what they had could never be touch by tragedy. Her words were accompanied by a light touch, fingers curling around the back of her neck and she smiled, brushing through the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Lucy invited me after she had bought a few dresses from my shop," Genevieve told him, answering the question so she could return back to her own interest. Her friendship with Lucy Granville had formed easily over the visits the other woman had made to the boutique. The two of them had found they had more in common than Genevieve would have ever assumed she would have with any of the women she dressed, Lucy had shown her how very wrong she could be.
Listening to Benedict bring up his art was different to having seen him at an easel in the artist room, sipping wine and concentrating intently on what he was working on. She may have allowed herself a moment to admire the sight of him when she had spotted it, just a second lingering in the door and then slipping away before he had noticed her. But even though she knew of his interests him telling her about them was different, it mattered more and Genevieve realised that was what she wanted. She did not want to just know of his interest in art, she wanted him to tell her, to share it with her.
As dangerous as the feeling was Genevieve realised she wanted to hear more about it. She didn't find the idea of spending hours listening to him talk about what he was was passionate about for hours tedious at all. It was endearing, and she wanted to be the one he told things to. This night was giving them the opportunity to see what it was truly like to spend time together which was not rushed, and now that they had gotten a taste of it Genevieve couldn't deny how much she liked it.
"But I feel the need to express my sincerest apology that I distracted you from your artistic intentions," she hummed, copying his actions from before as she dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "please tell me there is a way I could make that up to you?" |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 11, 2021 13:28:50 GMT
Genevieve did not know what she meant when she told him she'd need help to get up the stairs, perhaps it had been an arm to lean against but maybe it was this. She had never doubted her words or her actions around Benedict while they were together. But they were not people who would part as friends once what they had came to an end. Yet in her time of need she had not gone to any of her friends, she had gone to him. Now Genevieve was realising just how confusing his presence was to her, how confusing her mind had become. She closed her eyes as he lifted her into his arms, head falling against his shoulder naturally and she knew she should've shifted somehow to make it less intimate and yet she remained, eyes stubbornly shut as they ascended the staircase.
It was not until she felt herself being set down onto the bedspread that she opened her eyes. Her gaze found him immediately watching him as he raided through his closet for a shirt for her to wear and Genevieve smiled softly. She liked this. She liked seeing him take care of her and in her state it was so very tempting to let herself enjoy it. The smile on her lips was beginning to feel reminiscent as Genevieve toed off her shoes, folding her legs underneath her. Despite how things had changed between them it felt comfortable still, being in his chambers on his bed it did not make her feel out of place. Once he turned back to her with the glass of water Genevieve cast her gaze away from him for the first time, staring intently at the wall behind him instead as she took the glass from his hands, "thank you."
She was becoming really tired of saying those words, there'd been a time not so long ago when they hadn't needed to tell each other when they were grateful for something.
Genevieve cleared her throat, "yes of course, that is very considerate of you," she hummed, clutching the glass in her hands, it felt ridiculous. Never before had her words felt forced around him, never had she struggled to figure out how to express herself. Things had once been so simple. Weeks ago she would've showed up with a smile, they would have laughed and pulled at each other's clothing unable to get enough of each other's company. One conversation had changed all that and somehow it had still changed nothing at all.
But getting out of the dress had not been a terrible thought, despite how it was loosened around her ribs it still ached and Genevieve slid off the bed. Standing with her back against him she tugged at the strands of the dress, sliding her arms through the fabric to let it pool at her feet and soon her chemise followed. She picked the shirt off the side table and her fingers pressed into the soft linen of the shirt as she put it on, doing up the buttons before she turned around once more.
Somehow she felt more vulnerable now, standing barefeet in his chambers wearing his shirt. He had never seen her like this, he had seen her vulnerable with her hair in messy curls framing her face. But this was different, Genevieve knew he had seen the bruises forming along her torso as she changed. This was a different kind of vulnerable and one she had never expected she would need to share with anyone, and yet here she was sharing it with the man she perhaps had the least right to do so with. She remained standing a few steps away from him and Genevieve acknowledged to herself how it was just another sign as to how things had changed, how she did not lean into him, trailing her fingers over the buttons of his shirt as she looked up at him with a sultry smile. Instead she stood firmly in her spot, hands tightly fisted together at her sides, trying her best to avoid looking at him even as she craved nothing more than the comfort and safety his embrace provided. |
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 8, 2021 20:21:35 GMT
Her days were spent being attentive not only to the needs and wishes of her clients, but also to their gossip. Genevieve knew the sign of anyone, man or woman, holding back their words and carefully considering every sentence before speaking. Benedict was doing just that in a way which he never had felt the need to around her before. He was not to blame in any way for it and yet ignoring the pain in her tightening chest as she came to the realization was damn near impossible.
It was her fault. She was the one who had insisted they needed to end things between them, the one who knew she had fallen for a man so wonderful despite her better judgement. Genevieve had always been so sure her involvement with Benedict would not cause her any trouble because she did not need him, she did well financially, she did not need him to pay her rent or support her. But instead the false sense of security she had lulled herself into had allowed her to get close to him and once that happened she had been a fool.
The irony of them both apologizing to each other, and denying the need for those same apologies, for things which they never would have dreamed of apologizing was not loset on her. Things had changed between them and Genevieve loathed the distance which now existed between them. Somehow it felt like a lifetime ago when they had shared their hopes for their lives with each other in her flat that first night they spent together there; things had seemed so wonderful and simple then.
"If it would not be any trouble, I believe that may be the best course of action," she agreed quietly. Being close to him like this was difficult, and while Genevieve swas not sure she did not need a physcian it would be nice to have someone else in the room for a moment if only not just to diffuse the tension.
Casting her gaze down Genevieve watched her fingers move on their own accord, a small frown on her face as she curled her fingers around the cuff of his sleeve. Her fingers brushed across the inside of his wrist and Genevieve withdrew her hand. It was a simple touch and not long ago it would've been the beginning of something. She knew she'd touch his wrist and draw his attention to her, slow touches trailing to remove clothing. Asking his forgiveness for the words she had said would have been so easy, to plead with him to fall back into the comfort of their old ways. It did not seem possible, so much had happened between them and going back felt impossible no matter how much she wished there was something which could have been done to change how it had ended.
Her eyes snapped up to his when he more or less asked permission to take her upstairs, surprise evident across her features until she forced a slight smile. Genevieve nodded, "that would be lovely, thank you," unable to tear her eyes away from his as he tenderly stroked her face; she wanted more than nothing to just lean into his touch. She knew he had insisted she did not need to thank him, and yet the words of gratitude kept spilling from her. Her body ached and the idea of getting more comfortable than wearing her, although loosened, dress while sitting on his couch felt like the defintion of temptation.
Using the armrest of the couch as leverage she pushed herself to her feet, her hand grasping onto his forearm tightly and Genevieve winced. "I may need some assistance to get upstairs," she admitted with slight hesitation, and Genevieve paused, swallowing, before she continued, "would you help me with my dress?"
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Post by lennie3 on Apr 8, 2021 19:21:32 GMT
When Genevieve suggested Benedict should come to her home she had not expected this. She was not entirely sure what she had been expecting, maybe it was the chance to just have more time together than they normally did, to not be in a rush. Thinking of it in that sense they had got exactly that, and now that lack of rush was getting them something entirely unexpected.
There were so many reasons why sharing stories about her past should not have made her feel so comfortable. The connection they shared was morphing into something far more serious right before her eyes and yet Genevieve found herself not caring, or at least not caring too much. Knowing he wanted to know all about her made her heart swell, the smile on her face feeling silly. She liked this, laying in bed with him sharing stories and speaking about things which should not have mattered in what they shared.
She adored that playful gleam in his eyes, laughter erupting from her lips as she listened to him speak. "I certainly hope the physical terms will continue to be involved," she mused, her teasing tone matching his. But while they had formed a bond over playful teasing Genevieve found it did not compare to speaking with him honestly and truthfully. It had not been her intention they would spend the evening speaking like this, but it was a turn of events she was not mad about.
Leaning into his touch Genevieve smiled, turning her head enough to kiss his palm. "Then I shall most definitely ask, mon chéri," she shifted in his arms, pressing closer to him as she placed a hand on his chin to guide his lips to hers. She had said she would ask him questions but it did not mean she would not kiss him after his sweet words, he had made himself very deserving of that kiss. Drawing back ever so slightly she kept her forehead pressed against his, fingers skimming over his jaw and Genevieve sighed contentedly.
"How did you end up at that party the night we met?" Genevieve asked in a hushed tone. While it was only them in the flat she liked this, liked the air of intimacy speaking closely in quiet voices gave them. |
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