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Post by lennie3 on Mar 22, 2021 18:41:42 GMT
Everything about him was inebriating, pushing her closer to the edge of her own euphoric release. Moaning Genevieve let her head fall back, breaking the kiss between them momentarily before he captured her lips again. Her release came moments before he pulled out of her, electric heat rushing through her, nails digging into his back and a moan swallowed into their kiss as she clenched around him. Breathing shallow she leaned into him for support, chest heaving with each breath and Genevieve sighed contentedly.
Her fingers loosened in his hair, brushing gently even as her nails scratched lightly over his scalp and Genevieve hummed softly. "Well, I must say I am rather pleased I didn't need to share you with Lucy this time, Bridgerton," the brunette teased, and she felt relieved how her mind could focus on what had been safe; surely the easy conversation from before she had pulled him into an empty room to have her way with him could be considered safe? Genevieve unhooked her legs from around his waist, sliding down onto the floor she still held onto him, reaching to cup his cheek with her hand, "it's becoming quite nice to see you around these parts I must say." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 22, 2021 17:17:30 GMT
Genevieve found herself realizing she wanted time; time to explore him, to find which spots would make him shiver and moan as she touched and kissed them. She could have cursed him for it, for the way she felt intoxicated by his presence and how they had allowed it to become more than that one time. But Genevieve had known from the moment she'd seen him tonight it would end like this, that her mind and body would be at war but that here and now her body would win the fight. These parties were not a place where one applied logic and critical thinking to their thoughts, this was a place for action and act they most certainly had.
Moaning as he moved against her, Genevieve smiled against his kiss, rolling her own hips into his. Regardless of the lack of thinking which had brought them to where they were it was becoming increasingly difficult to think of anything but Benedict. All she knew was the way his skin felt against her own, his lips on hers as he thrusted into her filling her core. Genevieve felt her pleasure building in her core, coil tightening familiarily, knowing the sweet sensation wasn't far away and her nails scraped along his back. The slow sensuality had been replaced by passionate need, a hunger they both needed to sate as they moved against each other both of them chasing the same high.
She could feel the signs of her release growing, the way her walls hugged around him and the pleasure building impossibly. Her moans soft against the shell of his ear, and she slipped her other hand that didn't claw at his back into his hair, God she was becoming far too fond of those dark locks. "More," she breathed. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 21, 2021 14:40:43 GMT
Genevieve melted into his touch, the soft feel of his skin against hers a stark reminder of his rank. It was a reminder of the difficulty it would bring if their affairs were exposed to the ton, of how different their standings were. Her intention had never been for this to happen more than once, once was a happy happenstance but twice made it repetition and repetition risked habit. Making a habit out of such... endeavours, posed a risk Genevieve couldn't tell she was willing to take outside of this place within their world free from expectations and constricts.
In a strange manner of ways they were equals in this moment. "And right now you have me," it was all she could offer him, Genevieve was sure they both knew as much, she hoped they both knew at the very least. The simplicity of his words could only exist in this moment, in this room it could be what it was. Whatever escapist fantasy from the fanciful life he led right now was all Genevieve would ever be willing to offer him. She had seen women, some of whom she considered friends, of her station get involved with men like him and it never seemed to end well for her friends.
Yet the risks of it was furthest from her mind as Benedict's touch grazed her frame purposefully, drawing moans from and delighted gasps from her lips. Body arching into his touch Genevieve dragged her fingers down his back, memorising the movements of him beneath her. Exhaling sharply as his hips pressed forward, burying himself in her core as he head dropped to his shoulders, face pressing against the crook of his neck, lips moving over his skin. With a soft sigh Genevieve tightened her legs around him, drawing him closer to her as her palm cupped his jaw, thumb brushing over his lips before her own captured his. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 21, 2021 1:22:09 GMT
Her feet lifted off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing as she felt his arousal press firmer against her own. Every inch of skin touched feeling burning hot, desire coursing through her veins as her arm wrapped around his shoulders for support. It was easier to kiss him like this she realized, her lips sliding over his with an increased purpose at the new angle found from what she decided was a far more advantegous position.
The question caused her fingers to press harder into the flesh of his shoulders, feeling her desire for him build and she swore whatever she needed to do to keep things this simple she would do them. Smiling Genevieve shifted in his arms, moaning as her hips brushed his and she swiped the pad of her thumb over his lips, "yes," she hummed, teasingly pausing as she moved her lips along the shell of his ear, whispering as she let her lips brush against his skin, "touch me."
She rolled her hips into his, hissing lightly as she moved back to kiss him. While their previous kisses had felt slow, deliberate and calculated, full of tease and games, Genevieve was beginning to feel the rush within them, feel the urge behind how their lips moved together. Using the advantage her legs around his waist gave her Genevieve urged him impossibly closer, the friction drawing moans from the woman, her body humming in delight. Despite it her motions remained slow and deliberate, just like every word spoken between them every action was part of the same teasing game. But each touch did not only serve to tease him, it pushed her as well, just as much as him she hoped.
Pressing her lips to his in more than the ghost of a kiss Genevieve let her tongue explore his mouth, teeth nibbling his lip as she drew back to let the kiss change to a soft brush, "I believe I'm obliged to continue our lesson," she hummed, gaze holding his and her hand cupped his jaw, "so here's the next one - what do you want, Bridgerton?" |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 20, 2021 23:19:30 GMT
It was a pity he kept her distracted as he rid himself of his shoes and breeches, though it was a distraction she could accept if kissing him meant she was robbed of the sight. However if the dark haired woman was going to have things go the way she wanted she would be receiving the opportunity to watch him undress in front of her in the near future. Her thoughts muddled as he kissed her, exhaling softly Genevieve was unable to help the smile passing over her lips as he did, enjoying the gentle manner of his kiss.
Genevieve flashed a smile as she followed his lead, trusting his guidance as she stepped backwards, a soft moan falling from her parted lips as she felt the wall against her back. "I believe I'd be inclined to agree with you," she admitted, still teasing him as his body pressed against hers. Genevieve's hands moved over his skin, slow exploration of touch; fingers familiarizing themselves with the sharp curve of his jaw, of the spot where his neck met his shoulder, scratching lightly over his biceps only to dance over his chest. Tilting her head she looked up at him, something akin to mischief flashing through her eyes, darkened by lust, she let her lips follow the path her touch had travelled as best she could manage pinned between him and the wall.
She sighed softly, leg sliding up around his and the soft sigh morphed into a moan as he pressed further against her. He was a terrible idea, but terrible ideas were difficult to resist when they came in such charming and delectable forms. While one of her hands moved back into those chestnut locks she was finding she enjoyed the feel of between her fingers so much the other wrapped around his back, dragging along his spine down to his behind and she smirked against him, fingers stopping to hover along his lower back. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 20, 2021 22:07:49 GMT
The slow sensuality of it was so very different this time. Where there had been rushed hands pulling at clothing, combatting kisses and feverish touches there was a calm to their actions now. The playful nature didn't feel strained, neither of them pushing or pulling to speed up whatever game they were playing; Genevieve did not know if it could be defined, and if it could whether she would want to. No, keeping this, whatever it was, just like this was how it should be, unspoken and undefined, was much safer and that way she could allow it to continue. Even in her current state, flushe with arousal and nude she was determined in her decision that this did not more than acting on desire and passion, on a strangely compatible passion they've discovered.
Not acting on it would've been idiotic she decided as Benedict kissed her neck.
Her fingers tightened around the ties of his breeches, pulling at them as his hand covered her own and she moaned at the touch of his lips along her skin. The heat of desire rushing through her, blood boiling in her veins. As reckless as it may have been Genevieve desired him, and oh it was most definitely reckless. She liked to think of herself as rational, as making decision based on thought and ration but this was nothing of the sort. No this, with Benedict, it was desire and passion and despite their actions being anything but innocent there was an innocence to them she found comforting in how they could slip into such an easy tête-à-tête.
She responded to his words by giving the ties another pull undoing them, "I believe you spoke of balance in states of undress," Genevieve playfully remarked, one of her hands abandoning his breeches to brush through his chestnut locks, thick between her fingers and she guided his lips to hers for a kiss, "shoes, breeches, Bridgerton," she demanded, whispering the words against his lips. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 20, 2021 20:21:29 GMT
There was chemistry between the two of them, and oh how much easier her life would have been had there not been any. But there was, that much Genevieve had discovered their previous meeting and this was only cementing the fact. Their first meeting had been rambunctious, passionate and in an odd way simple. This was playing games, this was pushing and pulling for reactions and God help her but she was enjoying playing this game with him more than she should've. Her assumptions of him when they met had been clear and yet he had proved them wrong, and there was an undeniable danger in their actions because of it.
Genevieve sighed, her hands moving over his shoulders, fingers curling around the back of his neck and slipping into the hair at the nape of it as he kissed the corner of his mouth. It felt a lot like payback for the butterfly kiss she had placed on his neck mere moments ago. She held steady, her lips barely touching his and yet they stood so closely together that when either of them spoke Genevieve was certain their lips would brush. Humming softly at his words, the sound but a soft purr in her chest she clicked her tongue. "That sounds much like an artist's observation, Bridgerton," she mused, shivering at his touch and yet her voice remained steady and her fingers moved teasingly over his shoulders, touch soft across his chest and abdomen before mimicking the same teasing pattern along the hem of his breeches.
Her touch left his body, moving to her own hips and for a moment her hands covered his as she toed off her shoes, kicking them back further into the room. Her fingers hooked into her breeches, undoing them with ease to nudge them over her hips and derrière until she was able to step out of them. "I must say, you are an impressively quick study," she teased, her touch returning to him, teasing the ties securing his breeches.
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 20, 2021 16:16:30 GMT
With the lights turned down in the shop area Genevieve had made herself comfortable in the back. She draped the lace over the mannequin, base of the dress already finished as she worked on the details of it. The deep purple had caught her eye and she had purchased it without considering a use for it. She rarely ever did it, and it was a fabric she hadn't kept out for the women of the ton to see, it simply was better business to keep the paler pastels out on display. When one of the married women of the ton stepped into her shop to buy a gown for themselves they would speak up about what they wanted, they didn't need to have their choices displayed. So Genevieve had kept the purple which caught her eye in the back, beginning to craft a dress from it earlier the same month, working slowly on the piece.
It hadn't been until she started the dress that she had a client in mind, though perhaps client was the wrong word for it. As it had started to come together the idea of Siena had come to mind, she had made the necessary edits needed and began creating the dress she believed her friend deserved to wear. Genevieve could afford to gift the dress to her friend, and demanding money from Siena had never felt quite right. The younger woman was naïve in her view of the world at times, hopeful and longing in ways Genevieve could only see ending in destruction and chaos. But Siena was young and surely she would go grow up and adapt, she would let go of silly fantasies and ensure her own safety above all. In the meantime Genevieve would support her, would protect her when she needed protection and provide her with the friendship she could offer.
She threaded the needle and began the stitching along the hem of the lace, creating a delicate embroidery of swirls in the lace. It was time consuming, and she could've had help doing it but, it was relaxing. The motion was repetition, knowledge drilled into her by her mother during those long days a lifetime ago when she had been her apprentice. Genevieve had spent so much time helping her mother create and mend frocks and in the dimly lit back of her shop she felt closer to the woman than she had done even in her childhood. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 19, 2021 6:44:27 GMT
Her eyes sparked as she watched him discard the waistcoast with haste, a smug smile across her lips at his easy compliance. Different rules applied these nights, and Genevieve had a feeling Benedict was starting to comprehend the rules far better than she had expected him to. He stalked towards her with the grace of a cat stalking its prey, all charm and that little hint of kind mischief in his eyes.
Genevieve held his gaze as she felt Benedict's fingers grasping at the ties of her corset, feeling it loosening around her torso as he tugged and she hummed in agreement, "I believe taking charge and your own initiative does show potential for your future studies, Bridgerton," she teased him, her own fingers finding the buttons of his shirt.
This, whatever it was, a dance of sorts between them, Genevieve knew she needed to be cautious of it. Getting involved in any sordid affair with a member of the ton held its own risk. Benedict Bridgerton came from a family not only influencial in their society, but his female relatives were all important clients. No, whatever this was it had to take place here, in the protective secret circle of London's hidden society. It was enjoyable, of course, but she would not, could not, allow it to become known to anyone else.
Leaving his shirt unbuttoned Genevieve's fingers skimmed back up his torso, taking a small step closer to him as her lips ghosted over his neck, fluttering touch brief before she stepped back. The corset loose around her now, and her fingers reached for the clasps at the front, unhooking them with ease. While Benedict had discarded his waistcoat without care and while she had unceremoniously dropped her shirt by the door this time Genevieve took her time, turning away from him to place it on a chair in the room. "And now," she hummed, nudging his suspenders off his shoulders before his shirt followed, "what would an excellent student suggest?"
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 18, 2021 1:56:01 GMT
Making a habit out of such activities with Benedict Bridgerton would surely spell out nothing but trouble. However, as his hands splayed over her sides, fingers moving beneath the loose shirt Genevieve felt herself shift towards him, smiling as she leaned into him. Her fingers found his untied cravat yet again, twisting into the soft fabric the professional in her could not help but admire the feel of it against her skin. His actions were bold now and Genevieve hummed in appreciation, he was learning, was letting himself relax from the rigid rules placed upon him, and she laughed as he stopped himself from leaning in fully.
It was perhaps this boyish charm, this playful nature that drew her to him, and it made it all so simple. One thing she had never believed she would ever associate a Bridgerton with was simple. In her world the only Bridgerton man she had previously dealt with was his brother, and they were so very different, and yet the appeal Siena spoke of was becoming more apparent.
He kissed her and one of her hands slipped into his hair, weaving in between dark chestnut locks, a soft moan swallowed between them, "an excellent demonstration," she hummed, pausing, the previously playful gleam in her eyes darkening, "though I believe further elaboration would be encouraged, this is all about learning after all," she teased him, flirted with him, and here it was all so simple. While they were here there were no demands of them and Genevieve would relish in the fact. She did not long for a future with the man, did not yearn for saving from her life, no she was content with her life, happy with what she had created for herself. What Genevieve Delacroix wanted to do was enjoy this, enjoy this man and the journey he was daring to set off on.
Slipping out of his hold she flashed him a grin, hand grasping his and she spun around picking up a bottle of wine in her other hand as they walked through the crowd, pushing through an unlocked door and as it shut behind them she shrugged out of the shirt covering up her corset, "now, I believe, speaking from a professional point of view of course, chérie, that that waistcoat should be disposed of next." |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 18, 2021 1:03:53 GMT
The unspoken understanding between those who attended these parties was a reassurance to them all. There was no judgement, nothing to fear, the possibility that Lady Whistledown would find out about your activities so small it almost didn't exist. No, under this roof they were all safe to indulge on whatever it was they craved, what they wanted. The writer who had captured the ton with her scandalous columns would surely salivate upon becoming aware of what happened during the rambunctious rendevouzs.
"I'm sure it is," Genevieve tutted downing the remainder of her wine before placing the glass on a table. His disdain for the husband chasing mamas and their prized daughter shuffled about ballrooms obvious in his tone of voice. It was an entertaining sight, the obvious yearning for freedom, to not marry, to find a purpose in something. It was as endearing as it was amusing. One thing the dark haired woman presumed was that this was not the same man who accompanied his mother and sister to a dance; this man had mischief evident in his eyes as his gaze held hers. "That," she began, mimicking his pause as her hand slid further down his lapel, catching onto a button, "would be exactly what I'm saying," her voice turning into a hum as she popped the button, "I'm afraid it is not my direct area of expertise, though I believe a learning opportunity should never be discarded so quickly when one is presented with the opportunity to broaden one's horizons." She let her fingers continue to move over the buttons, finally trailing up over his shoulders, pushing beneath the thick fabric of his jacket as it slipped over his shoulders.
It truly was a place for experimenting, for ignoring the rules of society. Guests all dressed to the level of their comfort, pushing the boundaries as far as they elected to. A half buttoned men's shirt covered Genevieve's frame, a deep red corset beneath it and a pair of breeches finishing off the outfit. Her dark hair was pinned out of her face and yet cascaded down her back in a stream of wild curls. It was practical, despite the love she held in her heart for a satin frock there was no denying the advantages of what she would wear to the parties.
Arching a brow she took a step towards him, a hum on her lips, fingers working over his cravat until she had untied it, leaving it to hang loosely around his neck, "I believe that remains to be seen, Bridgerton," she mused, goading him into action, pupils blown and this time it was her who took another step towards him, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. "Perhaps a demonstration would be in order? Of this warmth you speak of," she teased him, lips curled into a teasing smirk, tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 17, 2021 11:07:55 GMT
Widows and wives of the ton earned privileges but they were none compared to those of boys and men. So here he stood in front of her yet again, though this time it was Benedict who had spotted her first, brimming with confidence and looking far less surprised by his surroundings than last time. It would be a lie to say he hadn't surprised her, by appearing at Granville's party in the first place. Though perhaps this really was the second born son embracing the freedoms revealed to him.
"You'll find nothing but warm welcomes here, Bridgerton," her tone echoed his, sultry with flirtation and dark gaze filled with amusement.
Of course, it was the women of the ton with whom Genevieve spent the most of her time; she saw the nerves clear in young debutantes eyes, emotions ranging concern to determination in the eyes of their mamas. She felt for the young girls, a world of responsibility on their shoulders to secure a future, sometimes not only for themselves. She had seen some of the young girls at parties like these before, the ones that had married men who introduced them to more than the ballrooms and extravagance. Seeing their eyes being opened up to how much more life could be was endearing, to see a kinship form even the most arranged of marriages.
Genevieve returned his smile, smoothing a hand over the lapel of his jacket. "You may want to learn to dress for the occasion, this is not one of your ballrooms filled with blushing debutantes," Genevieve informed him, lowering her voice into a whisper, even as her tone remained light-hearted. Taking a step back from him she lifted her glass to her lips again, watching him over the rim as she sipped the wine, "and now that you've received your welcome, what comes now?"
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 16, 2021 19:21:47 GMT
 GENEVIEVE DELACROIX | TWENTY-NINE | MODISTE
POSITIVE TRAITS
Independent, protective, supportive, hard-working, resilient.
NEGATIVE TRAITS
Secretive, prejudiced, hedonistic.
LIKES
Clothes design, dress making, wine, gossip, parties.
DISLIKES
Keeping secrets from friends, failure.
INFO
Genevieve is the modiste of choice for the ladies of the ton. When they are looking for a dress to wear at the events of the season it is her little shop they turn to. A woman with a secretive past and an intriguing accent Genevieve enjoys the independence being a working woman gives her. She has her own financial stability and her class ranking ensures her freedom from the societal demands placed upon the young ladies whose dresses she makes. |
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Post by lennie3 on Mar 16, 2021 16:07:42 GMT
The London season came with more secrets than Lady Whistledown had yet to discover. While the ton focused on the debutantes of the season, the young ladies who entered society with one thing in mind. They didn't have time to notice much else, matchmaking mamas and their daughters conspiring together, whispering and glancing, fluttering their lashes and, thankfully perhaps, a new frock was required for each of the official events. So the London season kept Genevieve Delacroix busy and when it wasn't the women of the ton, or her friends appearing on her doorstep for advice. When it wasn't work however Genevieve found away to keep herself busy, where social standings mattered less than in grand ballrooms and inhibitions were left elsewhere.
Genevieve left the conversation with the host of the party with a warm smile, exchanging kisses on the other's cheek. This was where the ton truly showed what they were like, though the mere ideas of those debutantes and mamas whom she dressed in the finest silks and lace ever stepping a foot at an event like this filled her with mirth.
No this was a smoke filled den, a glass of wine in her grasp as she floated through the house with light steps. After departing the conversation she found herself floating from room to room, in search of conversation, in search of more. The unpredictability of what could be found always an appealing reason to show up in the first place.
While his voice hadn't been familiar to her the last time they met this time it was what caught her attention. As the crowd seemed to pass between them and she moved closer, "Mister Bridgerton," the smile remained across her features as she turned to him, dark curls pinned away from her face as her gaze took in his boyishly handsome features. He still appeared in awe of what he was witnessing, not fully comfortable in his surroundings but definitely more comfortable than he had been his first time at one of these soirées. "I'm pleased we didn't scare you away last time," Genevieve Delacroix teased. |
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