- It seems that today everybody has updated something, so it's my turn. I am very, very, VERY sorry for the huge delay, but both my parents are quite ill and for several days I do the nurse (LOL)… it was quite difficult to find some time to sit down and write something for good! Hope you like it! -
P.s. smut!Alert. My first smut!Alert. I'm quite proud of what I've done, actually [immodest_mode: ON] - So, my very first smut. I've learned a lot about how to write it here, on , so thanks you all!
"Where is Molesley?"
She blushed slightly as she carried the sumptuous roast pork prepared by Mrs. Bird, "I told him to take the night off."
"Why?"
"So he can go visit his father at the hospital, and then return to their home so he can fix everything before his father's return, if he wants. Meanwhile, he can rest."
"It is past eight o'clock in the evening, Isobel," he said, glancing at the clock in the room, "Visiting hour is long gone."
She sat and, if possible, she blushed even more, "I told him to tell the nurse he has your permission," at his expression of surprise and amusement, Isobel began to play carelessly with the towel, suddenly insecure of her idea, "If they were to call here for confirmation, I'd say it's all true."
"And if I were to answer that?"
"As if I let you do that!"
"I see…" Richard drank a long draft of wine, scanning her carefully from above the glass, "Why, Isobel?"
"I told you, to allow Molesley -"
"Why?"
The glare she gave him was so murderess that he could not help but smile at her, more and more amused, deeply impressed by how she seemed to have organised the evening just for the two of them.
"You know why!"
"Does it have to do with my reward?"
"Making small talk in front of the fireplace between only the two of us is certainly more pleasant than having a butler who enters and leaves the room all the time, asking if you want something," she said, the redness that eventually began to disappear from her cheeks, eating slowly the pork roast, "So yes, it has to do with your reward."
"I'm so glad you think about it. About us."
She blushed furiously again and she went silent suddenly, looking down on the plate of roast in front of her, eating it with small, quick morsels. She had suddenly become nervous and all through dinner Richard only managed to pull out a few murmured monosyllables in response to his questions. She was embarrassed, he could bet on it, and it made her even more adorable. Each time the redness seemed to abandon the pale skin of her cheeks, one single sentence from him could make her blush again, even though he had no intention of putting it uncomfortable or teasing her.
When they finally got up, the roast and the tasty apple pie by Mrs. Bird eaten, Richard took the empty tray from her hands, put it back on the table and took her in his arms, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"You're very beautiful tonight, Isobel."
"You really know how to flatter women, don't you?"
"No women, Isobel. I flatter only one woman," he looked at her seriously, "You, my darling."
She looked up at him sweetly and lightly kissed his check, patting his arm, " Thank you, dear. Now go in the sitting-room and make yourself comfortable."
"I'd like to help you."
"No way!" she took again the tray from the table and shoot him a smile, "You're my guest, not my husband."
She suddenly blushed when she realised what she had said and implied, and looked down, uncomfortable.
"I -"
"I'll wait for you in the sitting-room, alright" sensing her discomfort and embarrass, he simply kissed her on the forehead, "May I help myself a brandy?"
"Of course."
He headed back to the small sitting-room, poured himself a good glass of brandy and sat on the small couch, all the time trying not to think about her last sentence, failing miserably and then hoping that her words would not upset her too much.
It was something he felt he could get used to, he thought as he stared at the fire. He and Isobel at the same table every night, having dinner together as any married couple. And in love.
He could get used to the idea of Isobel carrying some special dish at the table, as well as he could get used to spend the evenings chatting in front of the fire - he hoped doing something else, fireplace or not.
He looked absently at the glass of brandy in his hand and just casually he throw down a sip. He was sure that what they had eaten was delicious, Mrs. Bird was an excellent cook, but what he had really enjoyed that night was the presence of Isobel at his side, sitting to his right, he at the head of the table, their hands often touched and caressed as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He at the head of the table, as if he was the head of the family, and she to his right, as if she was his wife.
He was already used to that idea, he realised, and it was an idea that filled him with joy and love for that wonderful woman.
"Here you are," with a smile, Isobel sat down at his side, her hands folded in her lap, "Did you like the dinner?"
He did not answer, but put a hand on her neck and drew her over to him, kissing her very thoroughly.
"I'll take that as a yes, Richard." she murmured, curling against his side.
"It's a yes, my dear," he kissed her cheek, "But I liked more staying in your company."
"We could do it again, you may come to dinner more often," she looked for his lips and kissed him again, she knew that all her rational thoughts were about to disappear, "Or I could come to your house."
"I'm not as good as your cook, but I think I can arrange something for you."
Isobel laughed and snuggled more in his embrace, playing with the buttons of his shirt and opening the firsts of them.
"Isobel?"
She smiled at his expression, "We said something about a reward, didn't we?"
He smiled slyly, taking her hand is his, "I though we said something about chatting in front of the fire."
"We are in front of the fire," she pointed out, her pupils growing dark, "But... about the talking..."
"Perhaps you prefer to stay here in comfortable silence?"
By now, his arm was resting on the back of the settee, while his other hand had found his ways on her hip, his thumb stroking it soothingly.
Isobel blushed bashfully, "Perhaps I'd prefer you to kiss me."
"I'd prefer it too."
His voice hoarse when he spoke, he bent on her and kissed her squarely on the lips, not the innocent pecks they had exchanges previous that evening, but an hungry kiss, like the very first one he gave her in the hallway.
Isobel moaned, grabbing his shirt and pulling him even closer, one hand running trough his light hair, relieved in the comfortable feel of his weight on her body.
He moved against her, looking for a better position, his hands caressing her and never leaving her body, and he looked up at her only when they both realised that they were not sit on the couch anymore, but completely lounged on the settee.
"You knew it would end like this," he whispered in her ear, pushing her against the soft cushions of the couch, "That's why you told Molesley to go to his father."
"I hoped..." she said in a whisper, moaning when his lips kissed her throat, with particular emphasis on her heartbeat, "You must admit that it would be embarrassing to be caught in this state by the butler."
"What state?"
"This!"
"A very beautiful state, then." he returned his attention on her neck, while his hand hovering dangerously near to her breast, "I think I like it." he added playfully.
"Not…" she managed to murmur, "Not here, Richard."
"You're right," Richard sighed ruefully and sat straight again on the couch, pulling her up with him, "I'm sorry."
"My bedroom, now."
He looked at her in disbelief, "What?"
She got up from the couch, smoothing her dress, "You're not going to leave Crawley House without your reward, and I surely will not make out here, on the couch," she glared at him, "I'm not that young anymore."
"Isobel," he reached out for her and took her hands, pulling her towards him, "Making love to you it's not my reward. It will be the most fantastic thing in my life, not a reward. Reward it's such a… cold word."
"That's why I love you," she replied, taking his hand and squeezing it in order to make him stand up, "You wonderful man."
…...
She was lying beautifully naked in front of him, lying upon the creamy sheets of her four-posted bed.
"That's unfair, you know."
"That you're so incredibly beautiful and I'm just a normal man? I agree, my love."
She blushed furiously, "That I'm totally naked, while your not! You only managed to take off your shoes and jacket!"
"And my bow-tie." he joked, running a hand up her hip.
"And your bow-tie, alright."
Quickly, she grabbed her shirt and took it of his shoulders, dropping it on the floor near her various articles of clothing. Just when she was about to reach for his trousers and belt, he took her hands and pushed her down on the mattress, shooting her a hungry look.
"Quite, there. I haven't finished yet to admire you."
"Do you want to look at me all night long, Richard?"
"I want to admire and look at you, to kiss and touch you, to make passionate love to you tonight, my beloved Isobel, but first..." he smiled, "I think I need a kiss."
She giggled as he bent over her to kiss her mouth, his moustache tickling her flushed skin. He was so good in kissing and distracting her with the most chaste touches of his lips on hers that she noticed his hand had moved only when she felt his fingers barely brushing against her folds.
"Richard!" a soft gasp.
"I love you, my dear, I love you desperately" his fingers parted her folds gently and a third one slowly slipped inside her, finding her deliciously wet and ready for him. He felt her sudden intake of breath and looked into her eyes, only to find them darkened with desire, "Does it make you uncomfortable, Isobel?"
"No... of course not... Richard!" her hand clung to his arm when she felt his thumb pressing firmly against her, and her head flew back on the pillow, "Richard, I... I can't!"
"You can. You deserve it. Come on, let go."
She moaned when he caressed her more deeply and pressed his thumb even more firmly against her, and she knew she was almost done for it when she felt his slightly rough lips on her nipple, caressing it feather like.
"Let it go, Isobel," his fingers still caressing her, he pressed his thumb against her numb and the high whimper she gave made him understand she was very near. He nibbled carefully at her breast and went a little bit deeper in her, and then she came, trembling under him and against his hand, calling him at the verge of her pleasure.
He embraced her and waited for her to come back to him, absently playing with her long blonde curls, caressing her back and arm. When Isobel finally open her eyes, she found him looking down at her with a sweet smile.
"You okay?" he gently kissed her lips, "Isobel?"
"Richard..." her hand smoothed the front of his under-shirt and she smiled at him, tired but happy, "Take off your clothes and make love to me, would you?"
He was not the only one able to play that game, she reasoned as she started to lift the under-shirt caressing his chest, she was able too. And by his shocked expression, he probably did not expect her to be that clear and blunt in her request.
"Make love to me, Richard." she murmured in his ear before taking his earlobe between her lips, "I want you."
He complied more than happily. Quickly, his last clothes were thrown at the floor next to her, and he made his way above her, lifting himself on his elbows and looking at her, "Are you sure about it?"
"For goodness sake, Richard, it looks like you don't even want to make love to me!"
"Believe me, my beautiful, wanton woman," he replied, lowering his mouth to her earlobe and nibbling it, "I've wanted you for God only knows how much."
Carefully, taking his sweet time, he took out the pins from her hair, playing with the smooth, blonde curls.
"I like you with your hair down," he resumed kissing her chest as he had done before and he felt her quiet laugh under his lips, her breath becoming uneven at his every kiss.
"I'll wear my hair down when we are alone together, then. Do you agree?"
"I agree on the fact that there'll be more evening, and nights, I hope, together."
"This, my love," she managed to say, looking down at him kissing her breasts, her voice playful and full of promises, "This depends on you."
He eased himself back to her, covering her body with his, his manhood only inches from where she most needed him, "Careful, my dear, with what you desire..."
"I think we desire the very same thing right - Oh!"
It took him only one thrust and he was inside her, her muscles already tightening around him, her body already responding at his presence. He moved, withdrawing slowly, and he felt her whimper in his ear, her nails dinning in his back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she gave a small laugh, her breath caught in her throat, "Just do it again, just... oh, Richard"
He felt her burying her face in his neck, her arms around his back and her manicured nails in his sides, and he started to thrust into her, careful at first but then faster and deeper, following her body and its reactions. He tried to hold back to make it last longer, but her desperate murmurs only turn him on more and more.
"Harder..."
There's no need for her to ask him to, he felt he was losing control. His last coherent thought was about her beauty and his last coherent action was his hungry kiss on her parted, swollen lips. After he simply followed the more and more erratic pushes his body was giving into her.
And then she felt it, building again in her stomach, a warm, wonderful feeling making her feel young, beautiful, desired, loved. She gasped, waiting for the most pure bliss he was going to give her, and she looked at him, her lips quivering as her climax started to hit her hard.
"Isobel..."
"I love you," she whispered hoarsely and trembled against him as they both reached their climaxes within seconds from each another, she calling him again as the wave of pleasure invaded her, he kissing and nipping her collarbone.
…...
He adjusted the sheets around her warm body, drawing her to him.
"What is that for?" she asked happily, her head resting on his chest, her breath still quite laboured, his arms safely around her.
"I do not want you to catch cold again."
"Catch cold, Richard?" Isobel looked up at him, all but cold, "Hardly!"
He laughed happily and hugged her, bending on her another time to kiss his beautiful woman another time.
- By, my dear readers, I'm going to sleep! -
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