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Post by lennie3 on Mar 31, 2021 13:22:24 GMT
Genevieve heard the bell above the door ring as someone entered the shop, working idly on the hem of the Cowper girl's newest frock. She may not have particularly liked Miss Cowper, however she did like her wish to obtain a new gown for every event she needed to attend during the season; she wasn't nice, but she was good for business. As far as Genevieve was concerned the young women could act however they pleased as long as she received pay for her work, purchsing these fine fabrics was most definitely not cheap! But, this was no time to allow anyone to wait for her and completing the final stitch Genevieve put down her work and stood, brushing off her skirts before making her way into the parlor.
The polite smile on her lips grew warmer at sight of the young woman standing there, Daphne Bridgerton, no Basset, the young woman who appeared to be growing into married life and the duties of her position as Duchess of Hastings well enough for Whistledown to not yet have much to say. Genevieve was sure no one else would notice, but a professional eye noted details and her gaze fell upon seems not laying quite as they should, a curve and glow to young Daphne.
"Your Grace," Genevieve greeted her warmly, "what can I do for you, chérie?" |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 30, 2021 19:22:54 GMT
In the eyes of society there were a laundry list worth of things extremely unacceptable when it came to interactions between an unmarried man and woman. Very few of them ranked above anything that had already happened between Genevieve and Benedict. The evening they shared would not have caused head to turn as much as it would have caused heads to combust. It was not proper for a woman to invite a man into her home, nor was it proper for the man to accept that invitation. Things would have been different had Genevieve been a blushing debutante with a smothering society mama looking to marry her to a gentleman, quite possibly one like the one currently in her bed.
Flashing him a warm smile Genevieve cupped his jaw as she leaned down to kiss him quickly. They risked much with their arrangement, but this still felt safe. Her flat was hers, it was not a party full of people where the risk still remained someone would whisper too loudly in the park the following day. While there was an unspoken rule that whatever occurred within the walls of the more libertine social events would be kept secret, the ton loved to talk. Genevieve heard most of their talk as she fixed their hems and fitted gowns onto the women. But the risks of talk somehow seemed smaller, less relevant when they laid like this, him in her bed, hands in her hair, exchanging kisses for no reason other than to kiss each other.
"Wonderfully corruptable, really," Genevieve teased, her tone light and flirtatious matching his. Genevieve let her lips move from his, tracing a path across his jaw, a smile creeping onto her lips at the way he breathed her name. She liked hearing him say her name, enjoyed the feeling of happiness that warmed through her no matter how reckless it was. It would be fine. She could afford to let herself feel happy in his presence, to smile because she meant it and not because she should. As her lips moved across his neck Genevieve's hand travelled down his abdomen, soft touches along his skin. Her fingers traced slow circles over his hip, ghosting lightly over his thighs as she kissed along his collarbone before her lips trailed up towards his yet again. Genevieve kissed him slowly, deepening the kiss as her hand brushed against him, fingers wrapping around him as she stroked him with slow, gentle movements of her wrist. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 29, 2021 5:27:17 GMT
Genevieve narrowed her eyes at him briefly; was far too charming for her good, for anyone's well being really. "I believe you are in a rather fruitful position to ensure an invitation to remain standing," she hummed, flashing him a smile as she kissed the corner of his mouth. It seemed highly impossible she would be supposed not to melt at his words, a smile forming on her lips matching his. Knowing he wanted to return, to her home, to this... to her, it made it easier to know she'd need to let him go. But not yet. For now he was still here, still able to stay in her arms and Genevieve would cling to the moment with all her might as long as she could. Benedict would not be hers when he left, he barely was while he was in her bed, and she should not have allowed herself to pretend. However, it did not make pretending anymore difficult, as he dropped kisses to her shoulder, his hands skimming over her skin, it was the easiest thing in the world.
Laughter erupted from her lips and Genevieve pressed her lips to his quickly; he deserved it for the mask of innocent feigned across his features. "I could show you, of course, but," Genevieve trailed off, a warm smile on her lips as she brushed her hand across the side of his face, unable to let the opportunity to admire the sweet innocence, "how could I possibly corrupt such innocence?" she teased him, her lips already moving across his jaw, body moulding to his as her mouth travelled down his neck. It seemed unthinkable she would grow tired of this feeling, of his body pressed against her own, hands across her skin.
Her own own hands moved down his chest as she kissed along his skin, fingers soft and nails dragging gently across the skin of her abdomen. She stopped, a soft touch along the lines of his hips, still dropping soft kisses over his shoulders and down his chest. Genevieve lifted her head to look at him again, a look of amusement on her face and she kissed him quickly, nothing more than a quick brush of her lips against his, a kiss which did not hold any purpose of seduction, it was just because. But while her kiss had not been seductive the lilt in her voice definitely was as she spoke, mischievous spark in her dark eyes, "should we dare risk your corruption?" |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 28, 2021 20:18:29 GMT
It felt very much as if they had found a safe haven of sorts. Her home may have been small, simple in many ways. Some would probably call it messy, with fabric samples and half started projects strewn around, sketches and notes lying around. But it was her home and it was so very her. Inviting him into her life like this meant exposing parts of her soul to Benedict she had yet to do. It meant more to her than she dared to admit that he liked it.
His words could have easily come off as a taunt coming from someone of his rank. Genevieve understood how simple her home must have seen for a man who spent his entire life in lavish homes with fine comforts Genevieve herself had only dreamed of as she grew up. She believed every word of what he said. Despite every difference between him she could sense the kindness and genuinity in his words, he meant it when he said he liked her home and it brought a smile to her lips. "Thank you, Benedict. I'm pleased to hear it's to your satisfaction," Genevieve hummed, melting into his kiss once more. The joy filling her was overpowering, stronger than any thoughts of doubt or reason, the only thing mattering this very moment with him in her bed.
"I'm most delighted you accepted my invitation," she told him, erupting in a quiet giggle as his nose brushed against hers, "and I do believe you have earned yourself a future invitation," her voice playful as she stole a kiss. Genevieve knew she'd be pleased to have him back in her home, in her bed, she enjoyed his presence too much to ever deny him. That was the thing, she did not just enjoy the acts of passion they shared, the playful flirting they engaged in, she enjoyed him just like this as they basked in each other's company and conversation flowed easily between them. "I do believe we need to acknowledge one thing," Genevieve shifted in his arms, propping herself up on her elbow and she smiled down at him, leaning in to brush her lips over his lips without fully kissing him, her voice husky as she spoke, "a bed can be far more than simply just comfortable, and it would be a shame for us to only recognize it as such." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 28, 2021 18:52:46 GMT
Once more the location of their activities proved useful as Benedict twisted them around, keeping her in his embrace and Genevieve settled against his chest. She wore a smile of contentment on her lips, fingers trailing over his chest and legs tangled with his as they lay together on her bed. While they had not been in a rush to dress before, enjoying the feel of the others embrace too much to rush back out to social circles outside of whatever room they'd found to satisfy their needs this felt different. For the first time there was a definitive calm felt as they lay together, a moment for them to exist together without a care in the world.
It was nice.
The statement may have seemed too simple but it didn't deem it any less accurate. Lying with him in her bed, his arm keeping her closely curled against him as his other hand played with her hair felt more serene than anything else had done between them before. It was a feeling Genevieve knew she should not grow fond of. But it felt impossible to not let herself enjoy it, to not bask in his warmth for longer, to not register how his ribcage still heaved with heavy breaths, to not notice his heart beating a little faster than it probably did usually. She could've stayed like this she realized, basking in the afterglow of their pleasure as her own breathing settled slowly and Genevieve kissed his collarbone softly, lips brushing over his skin in small butterfly kisses.
Tilting her head Genevieve met his gaze, unable to bother trying to keep the tenderness out of her gaze as she cupped his jaw with a light touch as her lips found his. The kiss was slow, no purpose to seduce him or move from their current state, it was just a kiss because she wanted to kiss him. She knew the world did still exist outside of her flat, outside of her shop and yet for now it was just them in a bubble she was sure she would guard ferociously. This was worth protecting, this feeling she had as she laid against him may have been dangerous but it was worth keeping safe if only for a little while longer. The feeling caused her chest to tighten, the wish he'd stay a while longer simmering dangerously in her mind and Genevieve kissed him once more, pouring her affection into a gentle kiss. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 28, 2021 14:51:13 GMT
There were so many reasons why this should not have happened and yet the reasons as to why it should seemed to weigh much heavier on the scale. It should have been the simplest thing in the world and yet nothing about it was based on the futures they knew was in place for them both, two very separate futures. This was not a union to last and Genevieve it was very much the opposite of what Genevieve had adviced many friends to do, she told them not to get involved with men like him, with charming smiles and deep pockets. So it did not make any sense she had not followed her own advice. Actually it made far too much sense, she had made the acquaintance of a man far more charming than was necessary. She may not have been a blushing young girl who had just turned eight-and-ten entering society but she was definitely not blind, nor was she immune to the way he kissed her.
They were concerns she could focus on any other time, however focusing on anything but the feeling of his skin against hers, of the desire she felt for him as he sunk inside her was close to impossible. All Genevieve could focus her mind on was him; her desire for him, the pleasure they shared. She did not want to consider anything else, the world outside the door to her small studio flat no longer existing as her arousal continued to build in his arms. The moments they shared may always be fleeting and predestined to end but they did not need to be anything less than perfect while they lasted.
Moaning Genevieve rolled her hips to meet his as he thrusted against her, drawing him deeper inside her with each stroke of their hips. His name a soft sigh on her lips and she smiled softly before he granted her her request, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss and she arched her back into him in response, fingers pressing into his back. She did not stop herself from melting into his kiss, lips parting to allow him to deepen the kiss instantly, moans swallowed between them. It brought her a sense of satisfaction how easily he gave her what she wanted, how she sighed out a soft request and moments later he would fulfill it. Genevieve was sure if she asked him for the moon in this moment Benedict would find a way to give it to her.
She couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips at his words, they were dangerous words, too charming, too intimate, too much like something he should not have told her but oh how she liked hearing it. Genevieve could have made a safe assumption he found her countenance pleasing to at least a degree but to hear him call her beautiful caused her heart to swell in her chest. Her arousal continued to build with his thrust, a light sheen of sweat pasting her dark locks to her forehead, the majority of her curls spread out over her pillows. She pulled her face away from his, breaking the kiss to duck her head into the crook of his neck. It didn't take many more strokes of his hips before the pleasure washed over her, Genevieve moaning against his skin, her eyes squeezing shut as her inner walls clenched around him. Her body trembling with delight as she moaned, his given name on her lips as if it were a prayer. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 28, 2021 13:34:42 GMT
Genevieve watched as he slowly gathered himself, clearing his throat a few times, most likely to get rid of the stinging feel she knew choking on any drink least of all brandy would bring. She waited, letting him catch his breath and hummed as he spoke, rolling her eyes at his final statement, "I should expect nothing less," Genevieve said dryly.
Based on the surprise Connor had shown it seemed he was just as surprised by the revelations as Genevieve had been to discover them. Genevieve had missed the simplicity of her upbringing when she first began attending the secret parties. She had the perfect backstory meticulously arranged for herself and even though it needed to remain intact Genevieve had found opportunity to enjoy London in more liberated ways.
It made sense to her the men and women of the ton alike would have an urge to explore more of life than what was provided in their sheltered upbringings. Genevieve herself enjoyed it. There was something special about finding your freedom and exploring what truly made you you away from judgemental opinions and stares. People still talked, her conversation with Connor was proof of that but it was not the same as the gossip of the ton, this lacked a certain level of malice. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 28, 2021 0:11:34 GMT
Genevieve could imagine it — spending countless hours lounging in her bed without the need to rush to get dressed. When there was no party taking place outside of her door which needed their attention maybe that could be reality. It could be the two of them remaining in their own bubble for as long as they could possibly cling to it. Even now it felt almost more intimate than their current actions, a different kind of intimacy. She wanted it. She wanted the moments of passion shared between them and she wanted to share the moments of stillness with him as well. As terrible as the reality of it was she wanted to spend mindless hours with him, wanted to see the art Connor had mentioned the last time she had spoken to him.
It amazed her to hear him call back to their previous meetings, to the playful conversations they had shared before. Before she had not realised just how charming it would be, but now as he reminded her of the words they had shared in jest it brought a warm smile to her lips. She couldn't help but be just a little bit grateful he only kicked off his breeches and did not actually stand up to treat them with the same care they had done their other pieces of clothing. In fact if he had abandoned her on her bed now Genevieve was almost compeletely certain she'd find his boots wherever they were and toss them at him. But he stayed, kicking off his breeches and keeping her caged in beneath him as his mouth moved across her chest. His mouth lavishing at her chest and her free hand tangled in his hair pulled sharply at his locks, dragging through the short chestnut strands and she was reminded of how much she adored the silky feeling.
She continued to stroke him until her hand replaced his, and Genevieve's hand drew up to wrap around his shoulder. Her eyes opened as she heard her name, she liked it, she liked hearing the sigh of her name on his lips. Genevieve had not realised how it would fill her with such joy, a name was such a simple thing and yet it didn't feel simple in the slightest. It felt like everything, like joy and fear and a desperate yearning. In that moment Genevieve would have given anything in the world to hear him sigh her name against her skin one more time.
A smile formed on her lips as he leaned his forehead against hers. Genevieve's hands cupped his jaw to kiss him as he pushed forward, burying himself inside her heat and she whimpered softly, eyes fluttering shut. It seemed impossible to imagine she'd get tired of the way he filled her, the feeling of his body close to her own and Genevieve rolled her hips into his, silently urging him to move. Her lips found his briefly before moving down his jaw, over his neck as she kissed and dragged her teeth along his skin in soft bites. Rolling her hips against him once again, her actions slow and deliberate Genevieve moaned as she felt the friction causing the heat pooling inside her to grow stronger. There was nothing she wanted more than him, to feel every part of Benedict. She untucked her face from his neck, tilting her head back to look at him, meeting his heavily lidded gaze with her own eyes glazed with passion, "kiss me," Genevieve murmured, "please, Benedict." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 27, 2021 22:29:13 GMT
It was most definitely ironic but her chance to confirm his suspicion did not come as he claimed her lips, causing her to gasp against him, lips parting to allow him access to deepen the kiss. They parted and she smiled, "I think there is a level of irony to your wish, but that does not mean I am opposed to giving you what you wish for," Genevieve mused, smug smile on her lips showing just how pleased she still was with their conversation. Her fingers moved from his shoulders to trail down his chest, over his abdomen to the ties of his breeches, "and dare I say it, rather unfair things considered," she pursed her lips, blowing out a small huff she pulled at the string tying his breeches around his waist.
Genevieve relished in the reaction she could bring from him, the way his moans rumbled in his chest, his breathing hot against her. Every bit of her skin touching his felt hotter than it ever did before, her body burning for his. The voice of reason in her mind was long since silenced, she didn't want to hear any thoughts of doubt now, she just wanted this moment with him. Moments with Benedict was all she'd ever had and Genevieve knew to cherish brief things, to hold them close to her heart and enjoy them while they were hers. In these moments, it was all that mattered.
Her words had been completely sincere, it was him she desired, his touch she wanted to feel against her skin, him. It surprised her with what ease his name fell from her lips. She had refrained from using his given name until now, he'd always been Bridgerton never Benedict. But it had felt simple, right even, as the name rolled off her tongue, and Genevieve could not explain what it was which had changed. When she saw him outside the safe confines of her home and the parties he frequented he could never be just Benedict but here, Genevieve found herself wanting him to be nothing more.
She knew nothing but him as he touched her. Benedict's hands moving across her skin; kneading and squeezing her breast as his other slipped between her legs. Her body responded to his touch, back arching into him as her legs parted ever so slightly and she clung to him, head falling back against the pile of pillows on her bed. She had told him what she wanted and it seemed he was no less inclined and giving her everything she had wished for and more. A quiet moan fell past her lips, it was a sound soon joined by many more as his fingers glided through the slick heat of her arousal.
"Benedict..." his name fell from her lips one more time, this time she was not as surprised by the ease of which she spoke it, of how it just made sense; this time it was a soft plea, a sigh falling from parted lips trapped between moans as one of her hands tangled in his hair, pulling lightly at his chestnut locks. Her other hand was still between them, slipping beneath his loosened breeches to touch him, light touches of her fingers brushing over his desire and Genevieve moaned, shifting slightly in his embracce to she could urge his breeches to slide off his hips, "I need you." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 27, 2021 20:55:50 GMT
"Is that so?" She questioned, a joyful lilt in her voice as she spoke, it felt carefree, easy, like so much else between them simplicity concealed the complicated nature of what happened between them, "and what would you have me wear then?" Her words were teasing and she smiled before pressing her lips to his neck, placing slow kisses along the column of his throat, mimicking how he had kissed her as he loosened the ties of her chemise moments earlier.
Genevieve had held arrangements similar to this with men and women alike before; but it had never felt quite as simple as this did. The way she felt she could speak with him without worry, without the need to guard her every word it was liberating. They both spent so much of their time concealing truths of themselves and with him she felt she could be who she was. She wanted to be right where she was, in the safety of his embrace where the world could not see what they had found. No matter what the future held for them Genevieve felt a need to protect what it was they had.
His laughter brought a smile to her lips, satisfaction filling her knowing she was the reason for his joy. "I'm flattered you were worried about me," Genevieve murmured agains this kiss, but the feeling which filled her was dangerously affectionate. This was becoming so much more than what it had once been and perhaps it was time for her to acknowledge it. But simply because it was time it did not mean she was ready to do so. Genevieve could not in good faith acknowledge what had changed and also let it continue. So confronting the joy which swelled in her heart as he laughed, as his playful words countered hers, as he kissed her... she was not ready, not yet.
She sighed softly feeling his lips move across her skin. Genevieve turned her head slightly, kissing his cheek, "You," she hummed, her voice low, the realisation of her words causing a brief furrow in her brow to appear and Genevieve exhaled, "I want you to kiss me, to touch me..." she pressed her lips to his cheek again, her fingers exploring his back pulling him closer towards her. There was a simplicity to her next words, a fondness in them she didn't try to push out of her voice as she spoke, it felt sincere, real and Genevieve sighed against his lips, "I desire you, Benedict." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 27, 2021 19:32:05 GMT
Genevieve did not bother attempting to hide her smirk, his reaction everything she had hoped it would be. She suspected his shock was directed more towards Benedict than herself and Lucy. Anyone who were the slightest bit familiar with the parties the Granvilles arranged new that the marriage between Henry and Lucy, while strong, provided them both with freedom to explore what they desired while still having the safety their matrimonal bond gave them. It seemed to Genevieve, who had in many ways found her own way of securing her freedom and ability to explore her desires, the least terrible form of marriage between nobles, one grounded in friendship and understanding. Their society had seen both young men and women resign themselves to far worse fates.
"Please don't die, Morrison," Genevieve scoffed, eyes widening slightly as he choked on his brandy, "I'm not looking to add homicide to my list of activities for the evening. "I made the introductions," it was a stretch to say the least, neither Lucy nor Genevieve herself had actually confirmed Lucy's identity, sometimes part of the charm in how people met on nights like that was not knowing, "and it seemed rather cruel to exclude either one of them, surely you can understand not wanting to make such a choice?"
It had not been her plan for Lucy to join them that night. It had not been her plan to engage in any sort of intimate activities with Benedict either. Genevieve had in fact not had a plan at all. But things had changed quickly, and perhaps had Benedict been quicker to pull her into the privacy of an empty room Lucy Granville may have never joined them. it was as Genevieve had sat down next to Lucy, sharing a knowing smile with the other woman before beckoning Benedict towards her it had all fallen into place. "I don't believe it could be said Mr Bridgerton knew what to expect enough to plan anything, it was all more of... lucky circumstance." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 27, 2021 19:08:08 GMT
A line was crossed the moment she invited him into her bed, or rather commanding him into her bed. There had been a line crossed when she invited him, when he accepted her invitation, when they undressed each other, and now once again. This was pushing what they had to entirely new levels and Genevieve found herself longing to see just how far she could push, what the limitations of the bond they'd created truly was.
If she was truthful she had wanted this more than she dared to admit to herself. Had she not wanted to explore him, to figure out every part of him, to truly take her time with him? This was her chance. Genevieve knew very well this was not something which would last. She didn't fear the day their bond would be severed, as much as she enjoyed his company it would really only ever be that, something which she could enjoy. Genevieve could not allow it to be more.
She couldn't help but laugh as he stepped away from her, picking her chemise off the ground to place it with their other clothing. The care he took with their clothing was endearing, and endearing was a way which she could not afford to think of Benedict Bridgerton as. But if she was truthful with herself then she found him to be far more than just endearing; he was intelligent, quite obviously open-minded enough to be where he was with her, handsome of course, but perhaps most importantly he was kind.
"I don't believe you could call that promptly," Genevieve teased him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the ground, her lips still attached to his as he walked them towards her bed. Despite the eagerness of the kisses shared between them the calm in their actions remained, not clinical but controlled, purposeful in every kiss and every touch. She felt the plush mattress beneath her moments later, the soft quilt covering it far gentler against her back than the wall in Henry Granville's home had been.
He pulled away from her and Genevieve shifted up onto her elbows to watch him, the smile on her lips joyful and yet serene. She observed him with dark eyes as he kicked off his boots before returning to her, "you seem to be a lot less careful with your own footwear than my undergarments," her words remained full of mirth, the smile on her lips only just containing her laughter and even so as he returned to her a giggle escaped her. Genevieve brushed her fingers over his face, pad of her thumb trailing over the bridge of his nose and down across his lips, she smiled whispering quietly, "I feel the need to confess this is more comfortable than that wall."
The fact that what was between them would one day need to end did not mean she could not have him now. But the thoughts were dangerous. Even so, here and now, when he was in her bed, Benedict was more hers than he ever would be.
But the feeling of him pressed against her now, the distinct difference of the soft bed beneath her and the hard body on top of her so very enthralling. Genevieve moved with him as his hands guided her leg to wrap around his waist pulling him closer to her as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Lifting off the bed she kissed him, lips moving languidly against his and she sighed contentedly. Oh this was definitely dangerous, and tempting danger may have become her new favourite thing to do. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 27, 2021 18:21:05 GMT
Many, if not most, who came to the soirées both Connor and Genevieve attended did so with the very intention in mind to be released from society's demand for just a few hours. It was an urge fed by the rigidity of the world in which they resided. For people to need a reprieve from it all every now and then made sense.
For Genevieve it meant not considering her very word with expert care to not offend or frighten someone. The people who were here knew so much more than the young girls who stepped into her shop, she could speak openly without worrying about ruining or scarring them.
There was not much about the way in which they spent their time that could bot be argued as being improper. Activities which Connor himself took part in simply by being present this very evening. So his words caused Genevieve to scoff, rolling her eyes before shaking her head, "I believe you're too late," she hummed, "in fact Lucy Granville joined us weeks ago, so it'd be rather old news I'm afraid, Morrison," her voice teasing, entertained by the crude remark he had made.
She lifted her glass to her lips, taking another large sip of brandy, smirk forming behind the glass and Genevieve shrugged, "terribly sorry to disappoint you," she added, mischievous gleam in her eyes. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 27, 2021 13:40:24 GMT
Slipping his shirt off his arms Genevieve hung it over a chair, still taking care to do it but she didn't turn away from him this time. The intimacy of them was natural, following along the ease she felt in his company, slowly removing each other's clothing. There was no need to rush, no risk of anyone pushing the door open and disturbing them.
For the first time they had one thing they had never had before - time, and based on their deliberate movements it seemed they were both in agreement on taking advantage of the benefit of it. Whatever time they did have Genevieve knew it was fickle. The one thing that remained sure and constant in this was how what they would only share was the very moment they were together, it would not be more than that, Genevieve was sure they had both understood that.
So nothing about it should have felt as simple as it did. It should not have made as much sense. But somehow it did, somehow his company had always felt comfortable and easy. From their first meeting where she approached him with mistrust and disdain of his character based entirely off of what Siena had told her about his brother now, conversation between them had come easy. She did not conceal her words around him, speaking openly with confidence. It had been unfair, she had known from the beginning, but her own prejudice and curiosity too strong not to voice her opinions.
There were many things about this meeting between them she could have ended up overthinking, the risks of what it meant could easily come to mind if she allowed them. It was different in so many ways before even considering the fact of him being in her home. They had always met on neutral ground before, never acknowledge any intention behind their meeting, both content in the pretense they had not sought out the other at a party. What they were doing now risked the simplicity between them but something about him made the risk worth taking.
Genevieve sighed into his kiss, pushing herself up onto her toes, tempted to mold herself against him before she felt his fingers pulling her chemise loose. One of her hands moved from his hair to cup his face as their kissed progressed slowly. The slow exploration of each other beginning, soft touches and passionate kisses guiding their way to discovery of one another. Letting her eyes open as he pulled back she felt his breath warm against her lips, fingers dragging softly across the side of his face and she offered him a small smile.
His fingers eased their way into her hair and Genevieve moaned softly, leaning her head back in his touch to expose her neck to him, breath hitching as his lips moved over the column of her throat. Her eyes fluttered close as his kisses trailed over her skin, her own fingers tightening in his hair as the other grasped his shoulder. It was so easy to just melt into his touch, to shift closer to him as the pleasure of his kisses drew moans from the brunette.
The loosened fabric fell from her frame with ease as Benedict pulled at it, bunching at her hips before falling to pool at her feet. Just as it did Genevieve stepped closer to him, her body pressing against his and her forehead dropping to his shoulder. Breathing slowly she placed a small kiss over his skin, smiling against him. Pulling slightly on his hair she guided his lips back to hers, this time it was her coaxing his lips open, letting her tongue explore him as she relished in the feeling of his skin against hers. Genevieve nuzzled her nose against his when she spoke, her voice gentle as she practically sighed against his lips, "take me to bed, Bridgerton." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 26, 2021 22:05:40 GMT
Genevieve chuckled softly as he shifted her closer to him, smile settling onto her lips. She liked this, his strong hand on her back pulling her into his embrace as her fingers brushed through his dark hair, it was nice. There was a comfort in what was familiar and by now Benedict was, there was a purpose to their touches, a knowledge of each other's bodies and it seemed he had figured out exactly how to touch her to cause her to shiver. Feeling his fingers move across her back Genevieve exhaled sharply, her body arched into his touch as he pulled at the strings tying her dress together.
The brunette did not protest as she relinquished the hold on her glass, watching with amusement as he held the two glasses in his hands. "So it seems to be," Genevieve agreed, small smile bursting into a laugh. His challenge was as clear as hers and in a manner of ways it was comforting, this evening felt like taking a risk, of taking what they had found out of the safe space where it had developed and yet they were managing to keep the quick teasing going and back and forth between them. But instead of choosing an article of his clothing to remove Genevieve co ntinued what he had started; moving her fingers to the ties of her dress she unlaced them, removing her dress fully to leave her in her chemise and stays. Without her experience there would've been a vulnerability to her state of undress compared to him still in his breeches and shirt. But it wasn't, it'd take more to leave her vulnerable, infact Genevieve relished in the power she had learned her femininity could provide for her instead.
She turned away from him, folding the fabric of the dress neatly in her arms before she put it down with their other clothing. She didn't take her glass back from him as she turned back, instead pulling the cravat away from his neck, the material soft between her fingers. Moving to the buttons of his shirt she moved slowly, fingers brushing against his chest as she unbuttoned it, stepping closer to offer him a warm smile and as her fingers fluttered over his skin her lips moved over his jaw.
Pulling back Genevieve finally did take the glass back from him, taking a final sip of her brandy before she abandoned it on the table. It wasn't the brandy she wanted, it wasn't what made her feel intoxicated as Benedict stood so close, not touching her and she felt herself ache for the feeling of his hands over her skin. Keeping her eyes on his Genevieve tangled her fingers into her own hair, pulling out the pins keeping her hair in place to let wild curls fall down to frame her face, dark locks cascading down her back.
She still couldn't believe of right it felt to have him standing in her home, how he didn't feel completely out of place, having him there with her made sense. It took some concentration put with some maneuvering Genevieve eased his suspenders past his shoulders and over his arms to hang at his sides. Her hands repeated a similar pattern to when she had removed his jacket and waistcoat, but this time her light touch moved over his skin as she nudged the fabric over his shoulders.
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