Hi there everyone! This is yours truly, Lady Starlet and boy to I have a good story for you guys to read up on. This is a conclusion of what happened after the famous story of "Arabella" by Georgette Heyer. I do not own any of her characters of course. Now I know you are wondering to yourselves right now, why would lady starlet write a fan-fic about regency romance.

Well, to answer that question, I have always been a huge fan of Georgette Heyer since I read Arabella for the first time back in high school. Her high, witty way of telling a engaging story that kept me glued to the book over and over again, is what helped launched my own discovery of the hidden talent of writing my own romance novels. And in doing so, I just wanted to write out my own imagination of what could have happened in my mind, the ending of "Arabella."

So if you are not sure of what had happened before this story, I would highly recommend you to go to your library or book store and check out "Arabella" so that you could fully understand what is going on in my fanfiction spin off. So just sit back, relax, read, and be sure to leave a review once you are done.

Yours truly, Lady Starlet.

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~The next morning~

Arabella slowly awoke the next morning, groggy and confused for a moment of her surroundings. A bright burning fire was crackling away in a fireplace across the room, bathing her with its warm heat. She looked around, not recognizing anything familiar to her eyes. She saw that she was in a high four poster bed with the drapes partially pulled back with burgundy ropes from the sides so that she could easily exit the bed with little difficulty if she needed in the middle of the night. The room itself was very grand, with rich mahogany wood furniture, a tall wardrobe placed near a screen where she could dress in private away from the goggling eyes of servants. There was a large Persian rug that stood before the burning fireplace with a french style lounge chair as well. There was also a vanity table and mirror that had various toiletries on it which she suspected was make up and perfumes.

She could only stare blankly around before slowly closing her eyes and falling back onto her pillows with a small sigh. She lay in such a fashion for a long moment before sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in the grand house of Mr. Robert Beaumaris's grandmother the Dowager Duchess of Wigan!

Arabella sat back up, her heart hammering with in her bosom as she recalled the tearful confession from the night before to Robert of her not being the rich heiress that she had the ton believe she was. The affair was quite horrible for her during her first season in London while under guardianship of Lady Bridlington of having to act the part of a rich heiress to the ton, all the while during the whole time, Robert had already known about her lie and still didn't call her out on it. He allowed her to play her game once she had heard him make the careless remark to Lord Fleetwood of always having to stave off damsels in distress that were merely hunting for his money, not his heart.

Arabella at the time had been so hurt by what he had said, that upon simple lack of thinking, told him that she was a famous rich young woman who would be residing in London for a season. She was richly enjoying the way he had taken in her information that she too make the mistake of saying she didn't need a rich husband at all since she already had lots of money in her purse. Robert was known to the ton as The Nonpareil, a famed flirtatious man who took the interest of young beauties like herself, but who had money in their name at least, and played along with their hearts until he broke them by saying he was not interested and went his merry way.

But when Arabella came into the picture and showed him his place with her strong will of words and pride, she had unknownly snarled his interest to the highest degree to the point he ended up spreading word around the ton about the famous rich Miss Tallant. She was besieged by every eligible bachelorhood man who were seeking for her hand in marriage just for the sake of having her supposed money added to their money coffins.

All the while, the Nonpareil was watching intently from the background as his cards played out before him and patiently waited to make his move on Arabella. Before she could even know what hit her, he openly took his stance beside her in the ton's eyes, from taking her out riding in the Park, to the opera house, and dancing the forbidden waltz with only her at every assembly before the hot jealous eyes of every girl around them, and the list went on and on.

But then the games slowly starting to bite her back once he saw that she was quick to be kind to those who were below her own social rank, such as Jimmy the poor orphan boy that she stoutly freed from a cruel chimmney sweeper and turned over to Robert to adopt into his household as a Tiger in training, or the misrable beaten up mutt who she defended defiantly with her parsol from a bunch of mean boys that were torturing it with stones and as it goes, it was the Nonpareil who agreed to take the dog in as his own pet and it quickly became a loyal companion to him overnight.

But the one thing that stood out the most about Mr. Beaumaris, was the fact he went to such lengths to find out who she really was without revealing her true identity all the while, he went along with it all until he made his move in asking for her hand in marriage from her father and mother once his suspicions were confirmed by her own family. He went beyond all of that for her by paying of the dept collectors that were after her third middle brother, Betram for six hundred pounds owned to them for unpaid dept of spent bills, and helping him keep that information from their father by giving him a high position in the queen's army.

Arabella smiled softly to herself. Robert picked her out of all the sea of wealthy young girls to be his wife. The youngest of eight children born penniless to a vicarage father and a former season catch mother. He could have easily just spread the rumors around like wild fire of the real truth and ruin her for the rest of her life, but he did'n't do it because he had truly fallen in love with her for just her true self alone. And in turn, after seeing his restlessness heat of continued true kindness towards her and her decisions as an independence young girl, she wanted no one but him.

Ever since she first laid eyes on him that fateful night when her couch broke down near his property and she and her traveling companion needed some place to rest for a while until help arrived for them; she saw someone who prided himself in not what was materialistic, but what was within the heart deep down. He had wanted someone who loved him unconditionally with out need for constant money or jewels. Someone who would be his love and loyal life partner who only needed kind words and actions to show their devotion.

Arabella glanced out the window and saw the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. If she was quick enough, she could get dressed in a simple dress that she had packed away for her travel and take a quick walk on the property grounds before coming back and switching her dress for something more respectful to meet Robert's grandmother later on that morning. she stepped out of bed and went to where her traveling case stood by the vanity table. Opening it, she selected a simple blue frock and slipped into it easily, buttoning quickly before grabbing a brush nearby on the table to brush out the tangles in her hair.

A single glance in the mirror of herself made Arabella blush furiously as she noted how swollen her lips were from all the kissing they had did before retiring for bed the night before. She could still smell the hint scent of his shaving soap on him mixed in with his natural scent of male musk and taste him on her lips. Arabella took her time brushing her hair while recalling in her mind of how tenderly, yet possively he held her close to his body with his arms wrapped securely around her small waist. She was very shy at first when he had given her first kiss, but quickly realized that this was the way that engaged couples make love to each other and she could really resist the one she truly loved.

He was very patient as she learned how to kiss him back, sitting back on the couch with her in his lap as he allowed her to explore the vast ways of the art of making love through the simple form of kissing. She had enjoyed the way his hands had roamed over her body slowly as he held her close to him and had wished when they both heard the housekeeper's soft, yet firm knock on the sitting room door that signaled it was bed time, that they were both far away some place private where she could taste more of what he was giving her. It wasn't until Robert had escorted her up to the guestroom of where she would be staying for the night, did she finally take notice of how he was reacting towards her.

He had calmly bidden her goodnight with a final kiss that made her head spin as he pressed her up against the door for a moment. Arabella took slight notice, but when he had pressed his body a final time against her own, she could feel something hard pressing against her leg through her dress. Being brought up in a house with older brothers and seeing sometimes the difference between herself and the opposite sex did not make her ignorant to what exactly it was between them. Robert 's body was responding naturally to the physical arousal to her and he had greatly desired to lie with her. But because they were in his grand mother's home, newly engaged and not yet married, they were both not allowed to physically consummate yet until she was tied enternaly to him as his wife.

Putting on a straw bonnet decorated with small roses along the brim, she took a heavy shawl to fend of the cold morning air and made her way quietly downstairs where one of the footmen kindly directed her to where the main garden was. She found it was both a rose and maze garden that could provide ample amounts of privacy from the prying eyes of the household servants if one wished it. Arabella found the estate itself was very grand, but very humble at the same time with a vast array of servants that helped each other out with everything. She walked around for some time, stopping now and then to enjoy the fresh air and sounds of the birds singing the new dawn.

Taking a small turn in the maze, she heard something that caught her attention. It sounded like heavy panting mixed with small groans that sounded like someone was hurt. Arabella, fearing that perhaps a servant may have accidetlly slipped on the wet walkway while making their daily rounds on the chores, quickly followed the source around several complex turns before coming to an abrupt stop in her tracts on what met met her shocked eyes.

It was Robert her fiance. He was leaning against a stone pillar with his back slightly turned away towards her, but it was not mistake of what she could guess in her innocent mind, even though she had know prior knowledge of what she saw he was doing. Fearing that he would see her, she slowly backed away until she was hidden behind a tall hedge where he could see her watching him.

Her heart was pounding very fast in her chest as she watched in utter fascination of him touching himself with his hand. She had seen the occasional flaccid state of a man's penis of being with her brothers when they went swimming during the summer, but never in such the way as she saw her betrothed. His was thick and long and judging from the size of it, she wondered in her mind how it was that it would be able to fit inside her body, given that she was rather petite in body size. Already her mouth had gone completely dry as she felt her body respond in a strange way to what she was watching Robert do. His eyes were shut and sweat was running down his handsome face as he pumped his penis faster. She could hear his breaths come fast as his hips seemed to occasionally thrust slightly forward.

Then she heard it. It startled her because she thought Robert had caught her tom-peeping, but a glance showed that his eyes was still closed and he was reaching his peak.

Robert allowed the warmth to enveloped his whole being and mind as his pending orgasm ripped through his body like a burning hot knife. "Arabella." He moaned softly to himself. His seed spilled from his shaft in great spurts onto the ground, covering his hand that he held himself with its thick, sticky warmth His heart and head was pounding loudly to the point he swore he could hear it right in front of him.

Satisfied for the time being, but still longing for the real flesh and warmth of his love, he took out a clean handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and cleaned himself thoroughly before wiping his brow with another spare that he kept in his breast pocket. He straightness out his hair and right his knit breeches with shaky fingers. It had been rather a long time since a young beauty had highly aroused him to the point that his Bella had with her innocent interest to take in what he taught her from the night before about the art of lovemaking, thus causing him to masturbate to abate the building lust that he had for her.

He had to mentally kept reminding himself that she was a innocent virgin who was untouched by any man, save for his own heart and kiss as he had allowed her to sit upon his lap and press herself against him. Robert waited a few minutes more to get his bearings before turning to make his way back through the complex maze back up the the house. He heard a small sharp gasp to his right from nearby hedge and a quick sound of retreating footsteps that led away from where he stood. Robert allowed one of his rare smiles play at his lips as he recognize the sound from non other than that of his love.

So she had seen one of the forbidden fruits of lust had she? Robert though to himself with a small laugh. He knew that due the complexity of the rout he had purposely taken through the maze garden that eventually, his fiancee would be unable to find her own way out with someone else to guide her. Arabella never ceased to amaze him with her little ways of making his boring life interesting. Perhaps once they are man and wife, it would be very interesting to see just how much more of an adventure their lives were going to be both in public and in private with in the confines of their marriage bed.

Robert figured that based on the sound of her footsteps that she would eventually run into a dead end before he was able to catch up on her and give her one of his flirtatious love making while they were still within the safety of the garden. Smiling even wider, he in went in search of her, taking his time as he heard the occasional groans of distress every time she ran into a dead end that led to no where.

He eventually found Arabella standing rigidly with her small hands balled up into hard fists at her sides. "Being mad at the hedge, my love will not make matters better." He said lazily, causing her to jump in fright and whirl around. Satisfied that he managed to catch her with redden cheeks, he motioned the general area.

"Its a fine morning to get rather lost in a unfamiliar place, isn't my love?" he smiled warmly while bowing slight towards her. He could only laugh softly as she tried to advert her eyes from him.

"I-I-I only G-got lost a little from the path, Robert." She stammered, cheeks glowing at the memory of seeing him earlier the way she did with his manhood jetting out from those fine knit breeches. "I wanted to get some morning fresh air, is all." She said more firmly while trying to brush past him. Robert reached out with a lighting fast hand and grabbed ahold of her upper arm gently, but with a firm grip.

"And where do you think you are going, Bella?" He asked in a husky voice, eyes darkening as he took in the building blush from her face all the way down to her heaving breasts. Arabella tried to wring her arm free, but she only managed to get herself trapped between stone pillar and Robert's firm body. A brief sudden feeling of panic awoke in her bosom before dying down once she felt his hand move from her upper arm down until he lightly brushed his fingers against her waist. Robert gently silently raised her chin up towards him as he leaned in and softly placed a kiss upon her lips before pulling his head back slightly.

"You, my sweet love, are not well with lies, no matter how small they might be." He said while slowly undoing her dress buttons one by one.

Arabella couldn't move at all as she just stood there with wide brown eyes. "What are you doing, Robert?" She asked blankly. The Nonpareil smiled seductively as he pulled down her shift underneath slightly until her small round breasts were exposed to the cold air. At once she shivered at the cold air's contact to her skin and the sudden feeling of excitment within her body. This was the way couples made love to each other when they were alone? If it was, then this was something she would be willing to enjoy every morning with him.

"You are very beautiful, Arabella." Robert breathed as he watched her pink nipples darken slightly and pucker due to the cold air. He looked straight into her eyes for permission before he saw her slightly incline her head in submission. "I wonder if your nipples taste as sweet as they look too." He finished before shielding her with his body to keep her warm as he took in one of them into his mouth and began suckling lightly as he played with the other with his expert hand. Arabella closed her eyes, her lashed fluttering as she took deep breath of his scent. "Robert..."

"Shh," He touched her lips with a finger, silencing her as he gently rolled her harden nipples between his fingers. "I want you to feel what I want to do you to you once you are ready to become one with my body, love." She let out a soft moan in her throat. Her hands were tightly gripping the lapels of his coat as shooting sensations of desire flooded her whole body.

Robert laughed softly. He caressed her silky smooth skin with the tips of his fingers. "Soon, my bella, we shall be one and I promise you that once that happens, I will show you more then what I am doing to you know." He promised in her ear.

Arabella felt his fingers travel lower on her body until they hovered over her dress where she could feel wetness between her legs. Anticipation gathered in her loins to the point she could almost scream with frustration and longing. What was this that she was experiencing for the first time.? She looked up into Robert's eyes and saw the same raw lust within, mixed with gentle love and tenderness. She reached up and touched his cheek. "I love you Robert." She said softly.

"I loved you the very moment I saw you dripping wet and cold in my hunting lodge those months ago, Arabella." He confessed with sincerity. "i'll admit that night when I went to sleep, I was dreaming about taking that dress off your beautiful figure and lay you out naked on my own bed as I took my time making love to you until you beg for me to satisfy your need for my body."

Arabella blushed again at the very though that this man at that time when they first met, had greatly desired her but kept himself in total self control, even during the many times that they were alone. "Why didn't you make your advanced then if you already know what you wanted?" She asked out of curosity.

"It was because I wan't quite sure what I was doing at the time when you were going around the ton with the story of yourself being a rich heiress and all." He replied as he continued to play with her nipples. "I wanted to play my cards right and try to be a friends first above all else before I saw that you were in distress and needed more of my friendship then anything else." He held her closer to him with one arm. "And with your spirited ways of manner, Bella, I was fairly caught by your own kindness and bold approach to things that other young girls your own age would easily back down from." He knelt at her feet. Looking up at her, he slowly lifted her skirts inch by inch, waiting for her protest of what he was doing. When non came from her lips but the wide innocent look on her face, he stood back up and took off his coat, lying it on the ground. "Lie down on this, love. It would be easier for us both."

"What about your grandmother?" She reminded him. "Aren't we supposed to be meeting with her before continuing back to my home at Harrowgate?" She added as she did as she was told. Robert shook his head as he knelt in front of her.

"It is still fairly early for grandmother to be up at this time and the servants are still doing their chores so that give me some time to make proper love to you so that you can see what your future husband's skills with the sexual aspect is about." He pulled up the hem of her gown, fully satisfied that he found that she wore nothing underneath, expect her night shift that she had slept in. Arabella instinctively kept her legs tightly clasped together, modesty kicking in as she felt the cool breeze sweep between her bare legs.

"Come now love," He coaxed gently. "You saw me touching myself back there. Now it is time that I get to see what you are like down there in your womanhood."

"I just happened to come upon you, Robert." She feebly tried to defend her honor. Robert only snorted indigently as he laid a hand in between her legs.

"If such was the case, then you would not have stayed the whole time and watch me spill my seed." He fenced expertly with his words. "Besides," He leaned forward, forcing her to open her legs to him. "You will thank me later once you are asleep later on."

Robert lifted the hem of her dress and shift until just the bottom half of her body was exposed to his eyes. She was so beautiful with white slender, well shaped thighs and calves, and small feet that fit her well. But it was her womanhood that made his head spin as he lightly kissed both of her legs from the soles of her feet all the way up to her inner thighs. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, obviously by her own hand only. His body was already beginning to become hard as he touched her wetness with a finger. Arabella moaned suddenly, her hips lifting off the ground at the foreign sensation of someone else's finger gently probing her opening. She had at times touched herself when she felt desire blossom within her, but never had anyone else touched her the way her fiance was now doing to her body as she tried to keep her moaning at a minimum. She opened her eyes and looked between her legs at Robert's face. It was flushed and he seemed to be breathing hard for control as she felt him slip two fingers into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure once he moved them within. She shut her eyes tightly, tying to let him have control as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her body.

Robert could feel his control slipping with every caress he gave her. But something told him in the back of his head that they both, no matter how bad the lust and need to be one was, he had to keep her intact for the sake of her own virginity and his reputation as a honorable man. But for now, he was allowed to make as much love just as long as she allowed him to touch her. He dipped his head and took his first taste of her. Arabella moaned, arching her back as she grabbed his hair, holding on tightly as he moved his fingers around inside her sweetness until they were coated with her juices. He wickedly lapped his tongue over her button of pleasure, enjoying her reaction as he gently sucked on it until he felt sudden warmth bathed his hand that he was using to pleasure her body.

He lifted his head, smiling slightly when he found her breathing hard and fast from her first orgasm that he gave her. He righted her skirts and helped her up. "And what do you think of that Miss Tallant?" He asked as if he had merely been holding a conversation over tea and not ravishing her in the early morning hours within his grandmother's garden. Arabella said something intelligible under her breath as she allowed him to button up her dress and fix her mussed hair. The blushing was enough to satisfy the answer he wanted as he offered her his arm and together they walked through the maze back up to the house.

If the servants thought it was odd that the master would be escorting his young bride around the place, they kept it to them selves and carried on with their daily chores under the watchful eye of the housekeeper. Robert occasionally to engage his bride, would show her the various family heirlooms and family paintings that hung on the walls of his grandmother, relishing in the intent look on her face as she sometime asked him a question or two.

It was at least an hour before breakfast was to be on the table that he finaly escorted Arabella up to her room. She opened the door and turn towards him with a shy smile on her lips. "Thank you for what you did, Robert." She said shlyly. "It was wonderful." She was rewarded with one of his rare sincerer smiles as he placed a kiss on her lips.

"I will be waiting with grandmother downstairs for breakfast. I am sure that she will love you immensely since she greatly approves of high spirited young gals like you." He made a bow and walked off, whistling a merry tune as his bride shut the door behind her and locked it firmly before walking over and taking a seat before the vanity mirror. Looking at her flushed complexion, she found that it did her rather splendid since she was already fair of skin. Her body was still reaction to what she had just exspirenced from Robert's skill ministration of love making. She could still feel his mouth upon her body as if he was right there with her. Arabella stood up and stripped out of her dress and shift and stood still before the other full length mirror. Of her elder sisters, she was gifted with the body of their mother with a slender, petite build and fair complexion. Her hair, already fully grown half way down her waist, gave her more of a innocent look then that of a seductiveness. But she supposed in time that it would come to her once he taught her more of what goes on in bed.

A knock at the door caused her to jump and grab a nearby robe. Tightly tying it, she unlocked the door and found one of the maids standing there with two water pails of hot water in both of her hands. "Good morning, Miss." She said brightly as Arabella allowed her to come into the room. The maid set the pails before the fire. "I just taught that perhaps you wished to wash up before you went down to eat your breakfast."

"Thank you." Arabella said as she shut the door. "I would like to do so."