AN: My first LWD fic. Please review and tell me what you think!
Marie-Therese Sinclair was a true Englishwoman. With this, however, came her father's intense loathing for the French. Marie-Therese's heart ached as she stared at her rather erstwhile lover, Pierre Claude Rousseau, who had stolen away in the dead of night just so he could lay his eyes on her beautiful face.
She had a face that could launch a thousand ships, Pierre Claude often proclaimed of Marie-Therese. This famous quote no doubt came from the legend of Helen of Troy, the Spartan queen who was supposedly the most beautiful woman in the world.
This proved quite inaccurate, however, because Marie-Therese's beauty no doubt exceeded that of the legendary queen. Her forest green eyes glowed especially during times of mirth or ire. Her deep brown, nearly black locks fell in alluring curls and ringlets about her face, accentuating her cheekbones.. Her smile was like a summer's day, and her slim, tall figure with abundant curves in all the right places made her irresistible to men.
Pierre Claude quickly scampered up the ladder and swept Marie-Therese into his arms. Marie-Therese swooned at the slight of Pierre's handsome good looks. He had thick, lush, wavy black hair that framed his face perfectly, dark blue eyes topped with slashing black brows, and a chiseled chin. His body was toned and roped wish muscle from hours of requisite fencing practice and horseback riding.
"My love," Pierre Claude whispered to her huskily. "It seems like hours since I have seen you last. Weeks since I have touched your silky hair. An eternity since I have gazed into your eyes."
"Oh, Pierre," Marie-Therese responded, her jade eyes drinking in every detail of Pierre Claude's face. "You can't be seen here. My father would have your head!"
"I would gladly sacrifice my head, my love," Pierre murmured, dipping his face closer to hers, "if only I had your love." With that, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss while simultaneously carrying her to her bed. On it he deposited her safely, and with that he—
"Now what is young Casey here reading?"
With those words, the book was plucked neatly out of her hands. Derek plopped himself on his brown recliner with the book, keeping it just out of her reach. He snorted at what he read.
"'He thrust his manhood against her femininity?' What are they doing, bumping chromosomes? "
"Very good, Derek, I didn't know that you knew what 'chromosomes meant," Casey responded irately, acting as if she hadn't just been caught reading a sex scene in a trashy novel.
"Oh, it may be surprising, my friend," Derek said with his typical smirk. "But I, for one, didn't know that my dear, innocent, socially demented stepsister liked to read 'bodice rippers'." At this point he made little quote marks in the air with the hand not holding the book.
"Oh, please," Casey returned hotly. "I bet it doesn't even say the phrase 'bodice rippers' in there. Show me one place where it mentions the ripping of a bodice."
"Gladly." Derek scanned the book briefly. His eyes lit up and he read aloud, "'Eyes glinting in anticipation, Pierre Claude neatly ripped open the bodice of Marie-Therese's dress. His hands immediately— '"
"Okay, stop!" Casey exclaimed, hurling a pillow at Derek's head just as Lizzie and Edwin walked into the room, closely followed by Marti.
"Who's ripping bodices?" Lizzie asked innocently, unaware of the conversation that had been going on prior to their arrival.
Derek didn't miss a beat. "Marie-Theresa and Pierre Claude."
Casey was not amused. "It's Marie-Therese, not Marie-Theresa. And it's Pierre Claude, not Pierre Clod," she said, a little self-righteously for someone with questionable taste in literature, in Derek's opinion.
"What? Who's that?" Edwin asked. Clearly this conversation was lost on him. Still, Derek didn't pass up the opportunity to sell Casey out. "The characters in the book Casey's reading."
"A book?" Edwin asked. "What's it about?"
Derek grinned. "Here's the kicker. Casey's book...is about—
"Derek, stop," Casey ordered, making sure she kicked him the she shin as hard as she could. Unfortunately, Derek had sustained much worse hockey injuries, and the kick didn't distract from his plan in the least.
"Sex."
Lizzie and Edwin seemed simultaneously struck dumb. In fact, the first one of Edwin, Lizzie, Marti, and Casey to recover was Marti, who put her disgust across by screeching. "SEX? EW!" at the top of her six-year-old lungs.
"Marti, shh!" Casey said hastily, but George had already meandered into the room. "Why is my daughter talking about sex?" he asked suspiciously, eying the erstwhile children, especially the two oldest, who were looking a little guilty right about now.
He reconsidered for a moment. What made him automatically assumed that Casey and Derek were at fault? The answer was quick to come. ...It was Casey and Derek.
"What did you two do?" he demanded, picking up Marti and leaning affectionately into Nora, who had come up beside them. "And what is that book you're holding, Derek?"
Casey began to stammer, but it was Derek who replied. "Just summer reading, Dad."
George looked at his askance. "It's been less than a week since school closed. Do you really expect me to believe that you're doing summer reading already? Casey hasn't even started."
Casey cleared her throat. "Actually, uh, I finished mine." She had the grace to blush when everybody in the room gave her a bemused look. She rose abruptly and stood next to Derek, fully obscuring the book from George and Nora's view.
George put Marti down and held his hands up in surrender. "I'm not even gonna go there." He filed out of the room, everyone else but Derek and Casey following.
Casey threw herself back on the couch, but Derek remained standing. He tossed the romance novel on Casey's stomach and smirked at her. With that, he bounded up the stairs and into his room, laughing to himself on the way.
Trust Derek to get a kick out of her mortification. As Casey settled back on the couch to continue reading, she couldn't help but get the sense that this was not going to be their last confrontation on the subject.
TBC.
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