A/N: Ladies and gentlemen: the smut. Because we all need some in our lives.
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chapter 3
tangible love
It had started at the dinner table, his hand had landed on her knee and somehow found its way to the crease of her upper thigh. When a napkin fell on the floor and she picked it up, he was right behind her, his desire against her bottom, stirring slightly. His hand on the side of her neck when she locked the door to her sitting room, then a kiss, a nip, his tongue tracing the vein there.
He had locked up quicker than he had ever done before and he had found her in their bedroom wearing nothing but her wedding ring, waiting impatiently for him. He had shed his clothes and she had pulled them into their bed, kissing him slowly, seducing him by running her fingers over his breastbone, his chest hair tickling her, and she slid her fingers further down, caressing his hipbones.
He had groaned when she had taken hold of him, sliding her palm up and down his length, pressing herself against his chest. His lips landed in her neck, sucking, nibbling, nipping. His strong hands took her bottom in a firm grip and he massaged her cheeks as she let go of him to embrace him, wanting as much skin to skin contact as possible.
With a hungry kiss he had pulled her with him so she laid beside him. He slid his hand up and down her sides, kissing her softly wherever he could and her skin felt alive under his administrations, flushing and tingling. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his kisses.
They were proper kisses, exploring, dancing, dueling. It wasn't enough, she wanted more, she needed him, she could feel he longed for her too, his member brushed against her thigh with every move they made. She reached for it, touching it again, hoping he would give her what she wanted, but instead of rolling her over and getting on top of her, he broke their kiss and made his way down, kissing her, licking her, biting a little, which made her release a shocked little cry.
Downwards and downwards he went until he did roll her over and she could feel his breath on the triangle of soft curls covering her modesty. He pried her legs apart and carefully opened her up, like a budding flower and with his mouth he made her squirm, her heart race, the tightening of her core delicious torture.
When he stopped, she whimpered. He quickly wiped his mouth on the bedsheet and came up from his crouched position and hovered over her. He lowered his head and whispered in her her ear as he exquisitely slowly entered her:
"How about we make that wish of yours come true tonight..."
She couldn't find the words, so she wrapped her legs around him, coaxing him in even further and buried her face in his chest as they moved together, their rhythm so familiar, their gasps and moans so expected and cherished.
Now they laid in the dark, side by side, his arm around her naked waist, her foot gently rubbing his shin. She marvelled at how strange and wonderful it had been that he hadn't pulled away but had stayed with her. How he had muffled her cries of ecstasy with his lips, how she had felt him spasm and how he had enveloped her and had drifted off to sleep and she was thinking if this could be the night.
The night it happened.
She laughed because she knew how silly she was. A good kind of silly. The silly you get after three glasses of wine at midnight at New Year's Eve and you let yourself get carried away by a tall, handsome, kind, loving and passionate Butler and let him touch you inappropriately in the courtyard while the others rattle and hit pots with wooden spoons to scare off the bad spirits.
It was all going to be alright. She sighed, kissed his cheek and turned in his arm, falling asleep in utter contentment.
A/N: Well, how about it: sentimental smut. I never thought I had it in me (yes I am lying). Thank you for reading!