Just more, very fanciful, S4 speculation. I'm really very nervous about this one.
"Richard. Oh, Richard!"
Her head fell back as her hips rolled into his over and over again. Her breathing was deep, ragged and uncontrolled, close to his ear and then far away again as they moved; the most desperately erotic distancing and nearing that he had ever heard. His hands were in her hair, falling loose down her back, and the tips of his fingers kept briefly touching her back as their bodies undulated back and forth. Bowing his head he lavished kisses on her collarbone and breasts, dipping his tongue as she rose against him, riding him frantically, to lick her nipples.
"Richard! Oh, God!"
That was enough, it seemed, to send her over the edge. Her body stiffened against his and she shook violently, making a sound, the most glorious sound he thought he'd ever heard, that was a mixture of a moan and a cry. His hands left her hair, holding tightly onto her back, hugging her to him, keeping her close, as he continued to thrust his hips up and into her. He seized her gasping lips in one last kiss before he came to, falling backwards onto the bed and pulling her with him.
They lay their together, both panting and quivering from their powerful release, their bodies pushed blissfully, tortuously close together. He continued to hold onto her, he could not let go, he didn't even want his body to leave hers. They lay there for as long as they could, still intimately joined. At last, she heaved a heavy sigh and rolled gently away from him. He let out a sigh of disappointment as her weight left his chest, but a second later she was back at his side, curling up against him rather gingerly. He put his arms around her shoulder, telling her that it was alright. Resting her head on his chest she let out a deep, deep sigh.
"We shouldn't have done that."
One of them had to say it, he supposed, and it might as well have been her. His hand tightened a fraction on her shoulder but he did not let go. He exhaled deeply.
"No," he agreed, "You're probably right."
Her hand held onto the bedsheet, pulling it up over them, and they both caught sight of the diamond glittering away on her ring finger; winking at them, almost, it knew their secret. It held both their eyes for long moments before she let her hand relax, and still, after that, it felt a long time before either of them could speak again.
"Will you tell him?" he asked at last, "Lord Merton?"
"I don't see that there's any reason to," she replied, a little curtly.
"He's your fiancé," he reminded her, unnecessarily.
"I know," she replied with the sharpness he had anticipated and supposed he deserved, "Richard, if you were engaged and your fiancée... made a mistake, you'd be better off not knowing, in the long run. Don't you agree?"
He did not say anything.
"It only happened once," she stated, calmly, rationally, "And it's not going to happen again. It was a mistake," she repeated, "It was only a mistake."
He felt her move beside him and he loosened his arm around her so that she could sit up. She sat and hugged her arm around her knees, bent up against her chest. He stared at her naked back, the smooth curve of her spine, the beautiful silk of her skin. He knew he shouldn't say it, he shouldn't say anything at all, they would both be better off if he remained silent, but for a moment he did not care in the least.
"But it was such a beautiful mistake," he told her softly.
He heard her let out a ragged breath, a harsh sigh. For a moment she did not move, just stayed sitting up, facing away from him. But then, silently, she lay back down, into the curve under his arm that she had left vacant, resting her head gently back on his chest and kissing his skin softly, chastely with the lips. Her eyes were closed.
"Richard," she murmured, her voice sounding strained, "Richard."
A second later he was taken aback, when he felt the cold touch of tears against his skin. He clasped her shoulder tightly.
"I have to go back to him," her voice choked a little as she said it, "I-... I have to. Do you understand?"
There was a long pause.
"Yes," he said finally, pushing against a reluctance in his throat, "Yes, I do."
Bowing his head, he planted a kiss in her hair, breathing in its scent.
"I understand that you do, Isobel, but I don't understand why."
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