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Tinkerbellxo
A/N: Thanks to reader advice and inspiration, I will not end this story up as quickly as I thought I wanted to. Part of the conflict will come to an end soon (wink::wink) but it will just spur another conflict, just like real life. Also I'm really nervous about how people will react to this chapter near the end. So far no one has complained but if I find people really object to what I've written I will entertain the idea of taking this chapter down and doing a rewrite.
Also, look for the asterisks throughout and those story elements will be explained at the end. Also anything in italics is a kind of British slang and I've translated it directly after the face in parentheses for my non-British readers. I know this is the first time I'm doing this so let me know if it works. If not, I won't include it in the rest of the story.
I also forgot to mention in the author's notes of the last chapter my congratulations to Katie (or kkcharlielove) who figured out the reference to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in chapter 7. She has the honor of being the name of my new character in this story, though I did make up the last name. Thanks Katie!
AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE A/N AT THE END!
Chapter Nine
You've got to get out the Kinks
Throwing herself into wedding plans ended up becoming the best distraction for Cosette. Though she had never wanted a big wedding, Raphael's French Catholic family was enormous. Mrs. Bucket was basking in the frills and lace as they made favors and centerpieces and chair covers and everything else they needed for a proper wedding. Although she had made very little contact with William since that morning several weeks ago he had informed her, through her mother, that he would be willing to pay for the entire wedding, no holds barred. She had refused him politely but he insisted he help in some way.
When she spotted a dress in Browns Bride* Shop she finally relented. That night at dinner, for she was eating again, she got up the courage to bring up his offer.
"William, I have decided on my wedding gift," she wiggled nervously in her seat, waiting for him to swallow his mouthful of spaghetti.
"What is it you would like Cosette?"
She cringed at his use of her proper name. Before he had always called her his Sadie. But after she had informed him that their blooming relationship could never be, he had only referred to her as Cosette. Not even his Cosette. Just Cosette.
"Well I saw this dress downtown and it's champagne colored, strapless, with feathers and tulle and a corset cinched waist with a poufy knee length skirt and it would fit the Wonderland theme for the wedding. It's so avant garde and it's also Alexander McQueen and it's £7,000*," she was talking so fast that she gasped for breath at the end of her thought.
"I didn't understand a word of that except £7,000," he replied somewhat shell shocked.
"You do realize that dress costs almost a third of what the wedding is going to run darling?" her mother asked.
"And that it has a name. Alexander McQueen?" her father chuckled.
"That's the name of the designer, Dad, and I know it's a lot. But William said he would give me anything I wanted for my wedding and this would just be the icing on my wedding cake," she said.
"Which Willy is also taking care of thanks to his expertise with sweets," Charlie joined the conversation and Cosette pouted at him.
"Well I'd be happy to buy your wedding dress Cosette," his tone was sweet but his eyes betrayed him.
Cosette noticed this and felt horrible about the entire situation. The only reason she had asked was because he had been so insistent on helping and her mother had encouraged her to let him do something for the wedding to include him.
"Thank you so much William," she attempted to smile back at him but found it hard when he would not make direct eye contact with her.
"And when is this," he paused, "blessed event to occur?"
"It depends on when Raphael gets back from his assignment," she replied as she shoved another forkful of her meal into her mouth.
"Ah yes, and how is our groom doing?" his bitter tone was becoming more apparent to Cosette but no one else seemed to notice.
"He's doing fine," she said as she swallowed, "he's discovered a real Elliot Ness (mess) talking to his source, Katie."
"So she has a name now?" Charlie asked.
"Yes, Katie Holden."
"Katie Holden," her father mused, "that doesn't sound very French."
"I guess she's an American bird (girl). She was caught trying to smuggle happy feed (weed) out of France. The embassy there is trying to extradite her but it's just now going through. She's getting out of jail in a few weeks so he has to act quickly in getting all evidence documented before they send her back home for good."
"And this is someone he's trusting as his main source to bring down government corruption? Can he even trust this woman?" Willy asked.
That's what I wondered, she thought.
"She worked as a secretary to one of the politicians involved and witnessed several dirty deals which makes her a key witness. He says since her record has nothing to do with what he's researching, her reliability as a source won't be questioned."
"I doubt that," Willy snorted.
She dropped her fork to her plate with a loud clank, "Are you a journalist now?"
"No, of course not. I just question what your fiancé is doing visiting another woman in jail and leaving his soon-to-be wife all alone to plan a wedding," he shot back at her, anger in his eyes.
"He's working. Some people don't have a fortune behind them. They actually have to leave their house to earn money," she replied with her hands on her hips.
"My fortune is self made and I never heard you complaining when you grew up with the best of everything, the best education, all your fancy clothes . . . a ridiculously expensive wedding dress."
"You know what? Never mind," her voice was dark and low, "I don't want it anymore. I don't want any of it. I don't want the dress and I don't want your gifts. In fact, remind me. I'll drop that painting you gave me for my birthday off at your room later."
"Those gifts were given out of the goodness of my heart and I would never begrudge it of you but I don't appreciate you throwing the money I've made from my hard work in my face."
His face was red, a sharp contrast from her brother and parents whose faces were white with shock.
"And I don't appreciate you insulting my choices or my fiancé," she spat as she stood up from the table, her arms crossed in front of her. He followed her and they met at the far end of the kitchen, only a few inches away from each other. Her four inch wedges helped, but she was still a good half a foot shorter than him.
"Well maybe if you were old enough to make such decisions it wouldn't be a problem!"
She leaned back and sat her hands on her hips, a sly smirk spread over her lips, "I didn't see you complaining about my age a few weeks ago when you were going in for a zig and zag (shag)."
At this announcement her mother placed her hands over her ears and her father's cheeks turned apple red. Charlie didn't know whether to laugh at the sexual tension between the two or cower in fear of who might throw the first punch. He was betting on Cosette.
"That's before I knew how inexperienced at life you were," his voice was bitter.
"And taking one trip outside the factory in almost three decades makes you experienced? You are by far the most self-important, weak-willed, pathetic man I have ever met!"
He looked up at her with wide eyes and she slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing what she had just said.
"Uh, I, um, apologize. That was rude of me," she said quickly.
"No, don't apologize. One should always say what they mean," he replied quietly.
"If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do. Thank you for a lovely dinner," Willy nodded to everyone but Cosette. He placed his half-empty plate gently in the sink and left without another word.
Everyone looked over at Cosette, unsure of what to say or do.
"I think I'm going to retire for the night," Cosette started, "thanks for the great meal, Mum. Goodnight."
Cosette echoed Willy's movements by placing her plate in the sink and left quickly; the rest of her family still wondering what exactly had just happened.
Cosette had never been one to contain her emotions, especially her anger. Her immediate reaction at dinner when William had made that smart remark had been frustration. Then she felt bad for her behavior and apologized. But as she stalked back and forth past her vanity mirror, her fury gripped her once more.
How dare he criticize her fiancé? Who in the hell did he think he was? He wasn't a journalist! She'd never seen him read a newspaper in her life! Who died and left him in charge?
And how dare he insult her age! She was twenty-two years old and had been living on her own for years already. She knew what was out there in the world. He had no idea. Who was he to teach her anything about life?
"Argh!" she threw her hands up in the air and slammed them down on the vanity, stilling herself for a moment. She looked up at her reflection. She was still too thin but the color had returned to her face and her hair had regained its shine.
She could not let this go. She had to settle this score once and for all. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and stalked towards the door just in time to hear a rather loud knock. She stepped back from it, a bit surprised that someone would be at her door at this hour. When it happened a second time it sounded more urgent, more serious.
She exhaled and pulled the door open to have an enraged William burst into the room. He just stood there, an almost crazed look in his eyes. But he did not speak. No words would come from his mouth despite the fact that he had practiced this speech twenty times back in his room.
"Can I help you?" she asked him, crossing her arms in front of her.
"You really have some nerve, don't you?" He replied.
"Excuse me?" her arms tightened around her.
"Insulting me in front of your parents? That bit about going in for a shag? You humiliated me!" his hands were in fists by his sides.
"Well how dare you insult my integrity! I am twenty-two and though that may be young, certainly younger than you, I have seen a lot in my short years. I've lived on my own since I was 14 basically and I've done a damn good job at taking care of myself. I am not a child, I am a woman now. And who are you to say otherwise?" she replied haughtily.
"You aren't a woman; you're a selfish little girl,"
"What am I?" she asked with a humorless laugh.
"That's right," he came towards her slowly, "you are a selfish, naughty little girl who has been spoiled for way to long."
A familiar warm sensation pooled in the pit of her stomach and her eyes opened wide. Could this possibly be arousing her? She felt ashamed and embarrassed that this demeaning talk should stir such feelings in her but nonetheless, there it was, burning deep inside of her.
She walked right up to him and stood her ground, "and what are you going to do about it?"
For what happened next she could never prepare herself, even in a hundred years. In a flash he was on the bed and she was pulled over his knee, her bottom poised right under his intense gaze.
"You like to be spanked so much? How would you like to actually be punished?" he said huskily.
He didn't wait for her answer as raised his hand and the first smack came down over her yellow silk skirt.
"Ouch!" she cried out but he ignored her and let the second one fall.
"This isn't fair!"
Smack!
"I'm an adult!"
Smack!
"William this is totally uncalled for!"
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
"Oh you are going to be in so much trouble when Raphael finds out what you're doing!"
SMACK!
"Youch!" she cried.
"You know, I don't think you're quite getting the message," he said, his hand hovering above her prostrate bottom.
"I don't think you understand how brown bread (dead) you're going to be when my fiancé finds out about this," she spat.
"I know what I'm doing wrong," he replied thoughtfully and in a flash he tugged her skirt down to her ankles.
"Stop!"
"Oh, I think it's too late to stop. You've been naughty and now you need to be punished."
For a moment he sat there staring at the lacy, light pink knickers that covered her round bottom. This pause gave her hope that he was all threats and no delivery. But that hope was short lived when she felt his hand descend once again.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The burning sensation in her stomach started to spread. She tried to steal her mind, think of anything else that might curb her arousal but nothing worked. She squirmed partly from the sting that was building in her backside, partly from the heat that was building between her legs.
"Are we getting the message yet young lady?" his voice was low and dangerous.
She should have just shook her head, said yes, anything different from what she actually did.
Turning her head she looked up at him, fire in her eyes and an edge to her voice, "No."
"Maybe this will help it sink in," he said as he grabbed the waist of her knickers and practically ripped them off of her.
"William!" she cried.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
SMACK!
It was then that Cosette sealed her fate with a long guttural moan. Her eyes widened when she realized what she had just done. It must have shocked William as well because he stopped what he was doing, mid-spank. She couldn't hear what he was thinking, but it was obvious to her when she felt something in his pants press into her lower stomach. She gasped, alerting William to the fact that she now knew of his arousal as well. His first impulse was to stop and push her off his lap. But when he realized she had stilled as well, he decided to test his luck.
He leaned over her bottom and let his hand trail down to between her legs. What he found there shocked him. She was wet. Very, very wet and her glistening lips were swollen. She didn't protest when she felt him probe further, bypassing the well-manicured curls, until his finger was deep inside her folds. He brought it out and looked at it. The bulge in his pants grew as he brought the finger up to his mouth and sucked the sweet juice from it.
"Well, well, well," he began, "you are soaked young lady."
She let out a soft moan when he started to rub her nub gently with his thumb.
"It seems you are enjoying your punishment, you naughty girl," she shuddered visibly when she heard the lust in his voice.
"Whatever shall I do with you?" he stopped his ministrations and quickly swatted at her swollen clit.
She jerked at this; her desire was so intense and growing by the second.
"I said what should I do with you?" he repeated.
"I don't know," she said dejectedly, staring down at his worn-out boots.
"Then let me phrase it this way," he paused, "What do you want me to do with you?"
Her mind began to race. She knew exactly what she wanted him to do with her. She wanted him to take her, take her then and there. But it was wrong, it was so very, very wrong. So wrong that it made her want it more. But then she wondered, was it that it was forbidden that she wanted it? Or was it because it was the right thing for her?
And then, she wasn't thinking anything at all. He flipped her around so that she was lying on her back across his knees. She looked up into his chocolate eyes filled with lust but most importantly, love. She had made it through life doing exactly what she wanted and she knew this wasn't the time to stop.
She shot up and captured his lips in a fiery kiss, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck pulling him closer. She couldn't get enough. Their tongues dueled for dominance and surprisingly, he won out. His hands wrapped around her small frame so tightly he was afraid he might break her. He let one hand trail down and grip her hip, kneading her red bottom. She kicked the skirt and knickers from around her ankles and shifted so she was straddling him, grinding over his lap. Suddenly his jeans were stifling him. She was on her back in an instant. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving hers. She reached up and unzipped his pants then gripped the belt loops and tugged it down.
Seeing his boxers covered in lollypops and other sweets made her laugh and he tilted his head in confusion.
"They're cute," she said pointing to them and he blushed.
She got up to her knees and grabbed the ends of his shirt to pull it over his head to reveal pale, but shockingly toned abs. Her hand made its way to the elastic waist of his boxers but he grabbed her wrist.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, his dark eyes searching hers.
Cosette bit her lip, confusion muddling the connection between her heart and her head.
"Say my name when you ask me," she said so quietly, he almost didn't hear her.
He smiled, and gently held the sides of her face so she met his eyes, "is this what you want, my Sadie?"
A/N: Cliffhanger! I know I'm terrible but I need your opinion to finish this scene up. Firstly, how do people feel about the kind of kinky stuff going on in this chapter? If too many people object to the somewhat taboo almost love scene I will do a rewrite. I don't want to, but I will if necessary. Secondly, should they finally make love? Is this how it's supposed to happen or do they stop here and decide to do things more traditional? Usually I know the answer to this but I'm really not sure this time around. Please, please PLEASE review and let me know.
History/Location notes:
*Browns Bride – one of the best bridal shops in London (according to my research) that specialize in designer gowns.
*The gown – that is the description for a 2008 Bridal Collection dress from Alexander McQueen, may he rest in peace. £7,000 is almost $11,000 American but since I have never gotten married I have no clue if that's how much a McQueen wedding dress would run. The only thing I can claim is my Marc Jacobs dresses. I'm spoiled, so sue me. 0:-)
A/N: As always, thanks to my reviewers: pearldrum, Linalove, xBelakinax and Lori. And don't worry Lori, this story will have a happy ending . . . wink::wink. Thanks for reading!
Tinkerbellxo
