AU: Jessibelle's "Sealed" from "Bits and Pieces", continued from Chapter 9.
I don't think I'm ever gonna get the ending pieced together right, so here's just everything I've done.
(Start to the Honeymoon #1)
Packed and on their way the following morning, the carriage ride provided hours of awkward silence between the two. Sofia was itching to talk to him, but knew their discussion would likely become heated and didn't want to disturb their driver. No, they'd wait to talk until the certain privacy afforded a honeymoon suite, but she simply couldn't remain silent until then.
"I hope the weather holds," she said with a glance out the window. "It can change so suddenly in the mountains."
"There's a Cloud Clear Spell I can perform if it does," Cedric assured her mild concern without glancing up from the book he'd chosen to distract himself with.
"That's good. I don't mind the snow, but being caught up in it is another story," she said with a brief titter of mirth - not that it eased the atmosphere between them.
"You have no better go-tos for conversation other than the weather?" Cedric asked, his annoyance still underlying his tone.
"I assumed it was a safe topic," she sighed and dared to glance over at him. He'd probably cop an attitude with any topic she tried to bring up, but that was better than the alternative. As long as there was some communication between them, even if it was negative, it was at least a sign he was willing to talk with her. "I'm not going to ask you not to be mad at me, Cedric. I know I've been a horrible friend, but I want to be a good wife."
"'A good wife'," he repeated, his voice a bit gentler from before. "Yes, you would, wouldn't you?"
She watched with bated breath as Cedric heaved a heavy sigh and looked over at her.
"Sofia, you're asking me to forgive an awful lot."
"I forgave you," she countered, reaching a hand up to clutch her amulet.
Ouch. He hadn't expected her to strike a blow like that, but maybe he had to stop putting his perfect princess on a pedestal. She was clearly capable of more morally ambiguous actions than he gave her credit for. "Yes, but this is far more personal. More intimate. More hurtful. I tried to fuck the kingdom, but you fucked me."
A blush rushed through Sofia's entire body and she bowed her head shyly. She was about to respond when the carriage hit a patch of turbulence, knocking both her and Cedric against the ceiling before the sorcerer was tossed on top of her. They heard the winged horses whining in distress from the unexpected mountain winds and the driver trying to calm them.
Grumbling, Cedric pulled out his wand from his sleeve and slid one of the side windows open. "Etiam caeli!"
A burst of white-blue light spiraled out from the tip, swirling around the carriage before casting a wide dispersal in every direction, effectively negating any disturbance in the sky for a few kilometers. The horses calmed and resumed their steady flight, much to the relief of the driver.
"Ah, thank you sir," he nodded back to Cedric. "It should only be a few more minutes. Are you and the princess alright?"
"We'll be fine. Let me know when we're descending, I can cast a soft landing spell to ensure no more currents take the horses by surprise."
"Of course, sir," he nodded and Cedric pulled his head and arm back inside.
His hair a bit of a mess from the wind, yet he looked even more handsome to Sofia. That Cedric could look so wild made her lower half twist with want and her heart twist with guilt, she ought to be focused on talking things out with Cedric. She fucked her way into this, she doubted she could fuck her way out.
"Are you alright?" He asked her, leaning forward to feel for bumps on her head. Angry as he was with her, he'd never wish she'd come to harm.
"Yeah, just smarts a bit..." She admitted with a wince as he did find a slight bump. Thank goodness she was forgoing tiaras for the time being or she could have really been hurt. "What about you?"
"Yes, if nothing else, I endure well," he managed a smirk and the atmosphere around them finally lightened.
However, their conversation was put on hold as they came in for a landing. Cedric insuring a safe descent with another spell. Thankfully the weather remained clear, allowing them to land under blue skies into the villa nestled between three large peaks. What followed was the usual greetings with their host, Countess Ingrid, a relative of Hildegard's who ran the Frosstar Hotel, and a tour of the hotel that ended at their honeymoon suite.
It was every bit as beautiful as Amber described: the halls had soft blue walls with white marble floors and pillars, ice lilies and nettledrops in crystal clear vases on white tables - all very clean and sparkly, but the suite, oh the suite was less bright, but far warmer with a large fireplace, mahogany furniture, and colors of burgundy, navy, golds and buttercream, and forest green in the rugs, curtains, and decorative pillows. It had a cozy, cabin feel to it, but with the elegance befitting nobility.
"It's gorgeous," Sofia commented as she sunk down on the bed to test it's comfort while Cedric dismissed the bellhops, able to unpack their trunks with a simple wave of his wand.
"What's gorgeous is the distance between here and Enchancia," Cedric sighed, and rotated his shoulder, feeling a bit worn out from all the magic he'd done in the past hour. "Nice and quiet."
She hoped that didn't mean he intended to stay quiet. They needed to talk, but he likely needed to rest a bit. She took the hint to excuse herself to begin using some of the Hotel's services. The spa sounded promising, her body in good need of a stress relieving massage and relaxing bath.
Cedric was surprised Sofia wasn't pushing for conversation. It was very unlike her, not that it raised much concern in him though - he was certain he'd done a good job at scaring her off for the time being. However, he knew avoiding her wasn't going to solve things, or make for a decent holiday from Enchancia. He was going to have to stop pouting, a challenge in and of itself, and talk to the woman, err, his wife. He'd have to get used to that. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant thought, though he wished it were. Oh how he wished the world was more like his hair, black and white, right and wrong so easily distinguished, but no. It had to be grey and conflicting and frustrating with no relief...
Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true. There'd been a sense of relief when he finally had Sofia in his arms. At first he thought it merely sexual gratification, finally slating a forbidden lust for the princess, and yet the longing remained... Wanting to keep her in his arms, being the world's greatest sorcerer husband, and welcoming a life they created together. He knew he'd have to do such things ever since he was a teenager, but the facade that he didn't care who was swiftly revealed to him that night. He wanted it to be her. They'd been through so much together, being partnered for life had a natural feeling to it. A feeling he kept trying to explain away with logic and sound reason, but at the end of the day, it was just as his mother said, 'you love that girl, don't you?'.
Merlin's Bloody Fucking Mushrooms! Why did his mother always have to be right?
He reached a hand into his shirt to extract the vial he now wore around his neck, the small red liquid within taunting him with its mere existence. He wondered if he inadvertently summoned his wife, Sofia returning to the room only a few seconds after his hand touched the vial. Coincidences didn't really exist where magic was involved.
"I'm back," she announced calmly, entering in a fluffy white bathrobe embroidered with the Frosstar Logo and matching slippers. Her cheeks were red from the bath, her hair still slightly damp, and her skin visibly silkier than what it was previous.
Cedric dropped the vial back into his shirt and nodded.
Sofia approached the sofa, wishing he'd given more of a response. "I don't suppose you're ready to talk..."
"Not especially," he admitted.
"Alright, we don't have to yet," she folded her hands together and began to fidget with her fingers. "Um, so... since this is our honeymoon, could we at least have sex again?"
It was a sudden question, although not an unexpected one. It was indeed their honeymoon and having sex was practically required. He was tempted, but reserved his enthusiasm with the not untrue fact that he was a bit tired.
"That's okay, I want..." she began, cheeks turning redder. "I want to please you."
An intriguing proposition, he thought, uncrossing his legs and noting it to be his only contribution for this exchange. "Seat yourself and take my seed as you will."
She nodded and slowly shed her bathrobe to the floor, unveiling a rather skimpy lavender negligee that left little to the imagination. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so..."
His preferences weren't an issue. It was Sofia herself he was weak to. This was the first time he was able to look at her clearly and he inhaled deeply at the sight as the blood rushed from his head.
She swayed a bit from side to side, not quite a dance, but something along the lines of seductive - or he assumed. While her declaration was bold, her actions were timid, uncertain, probably because she'd never done anything like this before which he found a bit endearing. She was no Tanguvian Bellydancer by any means, but he liked what he saw as indicated by the tenting in his trousers.
He managed a small smirk as she sank between his legs to unbutton his pants, carefully plucking each button until his length rose from the fabric, happy to see her.
She said nothing as she folded her hand around the length of him and stroked, coaxing further want into the straining member. Cedric's moans and hisses guided her, his breath quickening and his arms bracing the back of the sofa as she brought her lips around him.
Cedric had to admit he felt like a king, seated comfortably as his concubine sucked on his cock. He could definitely get used to this.
"Mm..." Sofia let out a little moan as she pulled her lips back to the tip, releasing him with a soft pop that put his cock back at attention. She crawled onto his lap, raising her hips over his as she held the root of him and slowly lowered herself, accompanied with a small gasp and then a long moan as he settled deep within her.
"Move," Cedric commanded, putting a hand to her waist to encourage her.
She obeyed, slowly thrusting her back and forth.
(A version of when Cedric finally deduces Sofia's intentions)
Cedric held still a moment, taking in the sight of her. With the thick robe, it wasn't anything sensual that captivated him, rather just the simple sweetness that had always been Sofia. She was a beautiful young woman, likely nowhere near ready to settle down and get in the family way. He had to wondered why she just didn't tell the magic council to stick it like she would any other issue she didn't agree with. That was the Sofia he knew, not some fumbling maiden sealing herself in magical matrimony with an incapacitated man twice her age. No, she was back to 'normal', minus the being married to him part, which finally gave him cause enough to look past his own hurt for the reason why, and then it all clicked.
He got up from the sofa and strode quickly across the room, half startling Sofia as he closed in and brought his arms around her, pulling her into a snug hug that now only confused her. "Cedric...?"
"I'm such an ass... I didn't see it... How scared you must have been," he said, tucking his head over her shoulder as he held her. "But you'd never admit that to anyone. You always try to find a way to right what you think is wrong, and when you couldn't... when they backed you into a corner... when I, as your only friend in the position to save you, didn't..."
Sofia began shaking in his arms as tears welled to her eyes and then she clung to him for dear life. Of course she wasn't just trying to shirk her duty as a carrier of magical blood like he assumed. She knew she had to marry, so she'd at least have her choice in who.
(Vial Discussion Scene)
Sofia had to admit she felt better after a few spa treatments, her skin and hair now all silky and smooth and a pleasure to run her fingers over. Thoughts of her husband's hands running over her kept crossing her mind only to be sizzled out by her calmer rationale. They had more important things to attend to aside from her awakened libido, but no sooner had she returned to their room when Cedric called to her from the sofa.
"Sofia, come here," he requested with no room for refusal, not that she wanted to. If he was ready to talk, she'd listen.
She went to his side, taking a seat right next to him. She held her breath on instinct, waiting for what he wanted to say.
Instead he paused a moment, his hand fishing out the sealing vial he know wore as a pendant around his neck. "Do you know what this is?"
"My... virginity," she blushed. "Proof of my marriage to you."
"Well, yes, but do you know why sorcerers perform this ritual? It's not meant to be a trophy of our conquest - hell, not all women bleed the first time or have their first time be on the eve of their marriage. It's an ingredient, Sofia. Like all magic, the rituals are meant to bring about something greater. Not only does it bind our life forces together, but our very blood. Once I add a drop of mine to this vial and return it to you, the likelihood you'll conceive increases. Sorcerers being the rarity that they are, actually making a child capable of learning magic becomes complicated... and with this ritual, no non magical child can be born either meaning it severely limits your prospects of motherhood."
"I... knew it was supposed to help with fertility, but I thought..."
"Sofia, what you did has sealed any other options we had. Yes, if you really want a child, we can adopt, but the council won't stand for us not making another mage."
(Hotel Room Scene)
She crept back into their room after a quick knock in a fluffy bathrobe and slippers, her garments and accessories in a little woven basket she placed on the dresser before she looked around for Cedric.
He was reclined on the sofa near the fireplace, still resting his eyes but awake enough to acknowledge her. "Where'd you disappear to?"
"Oh, I went to the spa. You were right - they have all sorts of relaxing treatments. I hope I can try them all while we're here. What about you? Were you napping this entire time?"
"Napping, thinking..." He said with a quick yawn and sat himself up right. "What time is it?"
"Just after five. Did you want to order dinner in or go down to the dining hall?"
"In," he answered before flopping back down. "Not in mood to socialize."
Sofia smiled to herself, figuring as much. "Alright, I'll call room service."
She faced no objections and summoned their assigned staffer to place their order to the kitchen. She and Cedric lounged in silence for the next hour until the food arrived. There were several dishes of various local meals, consisting mostly of seafood and pasta, but Sofia always liked trying new things and happily had at her portions while Cedric quietly enjoyed his.
Food in their mouths provided a good excuse, but the silence between them felt more awkward as the evening progressed. She tried more small talk, but never found the right opening to the deeper issue at hand. Maybe he wanted to wait until tomorrow. Or maybe he wanted to keep her waiting as a form of torture. She wouldn't put it past him, but this being so close and yet so far approach had to be painful for both of them as they still shared a bed.
It was certainly a big enough bed for each of them to stay to their respective side, but it just didn't feel right. She wore a modest nightgown, nothing too revealing, just a hint of cleavage, two sleeveless straps and the hem just above her knees. There were sexier options in her trunk, but she didn't want Cedric thinking she was trying to scheme him back into the sack with lingerie. He was still suspicious of her and she didn't want to ruin what fragile ground she'd gained. Yes, she did long for him, and this was their honeymoon, but propositioning him for sex didn't feel like the right course of action either.
So imagine Sofia's surprise when Cedric came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Had he forgotten to take his pajamas in with him? Maybe, but he didn't stop to retrieve them. Walking straight over to the bed and tossing the towel aside before crawling under the covers.
"Aren't you cold...?" She asked as she dimmed her lamp to settle in for what she presumed would be sleep.
"A bit, but I have you to warm me," he said, snaking his hands around her to pull her up against him.
"Oh..." She blushed warmly and willingly snuggled up to him since he was offering. "Alright."
He nuzzled his head into her hair and inhaled deeply while his fingers ran over what bit of flesh they could.
(Start to Honeymoon #2)
Sofia awoke with a start in the middle of the night, soaked with sweat and feeling like she couldn't breathe. She felt some relief upon coming to her senses to realize it was just a nightmare, wiping back her damp bangs from her face to look over at her husband sleeping soundly beside her.
It took her another moment more to recall they were in one of the honeymoon suites of the Frosstar Hotel, having arrived without much fuss the previous day. She thought perhaps the journey to Freezenberg would provide them with the time to talk, but all she could manage was small talk regarding the weather. She felt absolutely pathetic, but Cedric wasn't giving her any openings. They arrived late in the afternoon and after a meal required rest more than conversation. She knew she needed to be patient, but every second of this limbo was torturous, and now effecting her dreams more vividly than they ever had.
She dreamt Cedric abandoned her without so much as another word utter to her, resulting in the Magic Council quickly remarrying her to her initial match, Grimtrix the Not-So-Good... She couldn't recall the details, just pain... being trapped in a small room akin to a prison cell, a babe she bore instantly wretched from her arms to be raised by how its father saw fit.
Thank goodness it was just a dream, she tried to calm herself, watching Cedric as he slept - ever distant, but still by her side. The thought failed to ease her worry as much as she would have liked. What if he did seek an annulment? While rare, it wasn't impossible. That dream could very well still be reality if they didn't reconcile soon. She wanted him to hold her - to assure her everything would be alright, but knew seeking his comfort was still a dream itself.
Wanting to try and direct her focus elsewhere, Sofia left the bed to go the bathroom of their honeymoon suite to draw a bath. She peeled off her nightgown and climbed into the tepid water, hugging her legs to her chest to try and comfort herself. She fought a losing battle and the tears began to flow. She sobbed quietly into her knees, clinging to the last bit of hope she had that this wasn't her 'happily ever after'.
Back in the room, Sofia's departure from the bed hadn't gone unnoticed by Cedric, who now had his eyes opened, though he remained still, listening to the rare and heartbreaking sound of his princess crying.
Come morning, Cedric had shifted onto his other side to watch Sofia sleep. He hadn't said anything when she crawled back into bed after a half hour or so in the bath. She fell back asleep after a few minutes.
He was surprised Sofia hadn't pushed for deeper conversation yesterday. It was very unlike her, not that it raised much concern in him though - he was certain he'd done a good job at scaring her off for the time being. However, he knew avoiding her wasn't going to solve things, or make for a decent holiday from Enchancia. He was going to have to stop pouting, a challenge in and of itself, and talk to the woman, err, his wife. He'd have to get used to that. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant thought, though he wished it were. Oh how he wished the world was more like his hair, black and white, right and wrong so easily distinguished, but no. It had to be grey and conflicting and frustrating with no relief...
Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true. There'd been a sense of relief when he finally had Sofia in his arms. At first he thought it merely sexual gratification, finally slating a forbidden lust for the princess, and yet the longing remained... Wanting to keep her in his arms, being the world's greatest sorcerer husband, and welcoming a life they created together. He knew he'd have to do such things ever since he was a teenager, but the facade that he didn't care who was swiftly revealed to him that night. He wanted it to be her. They'd been through so much together, being partnered for life had a natural feeling to it. A feeling he kept trying to explain away with logic and sound reason, but at the end of the day, it was just as his mother said, 'you love that girl, don't you?'.
Merlin's Bloody Fucking Mushrooms! Why did his mother always have to be right?!
His attempts at indifference towards both their fates seemed laughable now that he'd pulled his head out of his ass and began to look past his own hurt. No wonder Sofia felt like he didn't care about her. All his excuses had brought them here. If he'd only been brave enough to accept his feelings and propose to her properly, they'd both be having a far better honeymoon.
He couldn't resist the urge to smooth back a wayward strand of hair from her face as she slept, pausing his fingers a moment to ghost over her cheek. He wanted to love her, he did, but her actions... maybe he couldn't forgive her because he couldn't forgive himself, maybe it was just another excuse. The Sofia he knew would have told the magic council to stick it and then work to overhaul the entire system to a new, less antiquated process. She wasn't some fumbling maiden sealing herself in magical matrimony with an incapacitated man twice her age. She wasn't like him. She wasn't a coward.
And then it finally clicked.
If she'd done something like him, then it wasn't necessarily that she was a coward; she was afraid, and knowing Sofia, she'd never admit that to anyone. She always appeared courageous and strong because of course that's what was expected of her. He believed her own self propaganda when deep down any real person, especially a young woman, would be petrified to be shipped off to marry a man she downright despised, and vice versa. He didn't doubt she tried to find a way to challenge the system, to try and right the wrongs, but she couldn't, and now with her days numbered and back to a corner, she went to the only friend capable of saving her, did what she had to, and he now had the nerve to blame her? How big of an idiot could be be?
He felt like he was on the brink of tears himself as he snuggled up against her, worming his arms around her to hold her close.
That was of course enough disturbance to her person for Sofia to wake up, this time filled with bewilderment to have Cedric being affectionate with her. "...Cedric?"
He didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. He squeezed her tighter, hoping that perhaps they could simply fall back asleep, but of course it was too late for that.
"Are you alright...?" She asked quietly, managing to wriggle an arm loose to reach out and cup his cheek, lifting his head into view. "What's wrong?"
"That the one time you put yourself before others, I had the nerve to think it was born of something underhanded..." he answered, daring to look her in the eyes. "You were scared... weren't you?"
Sofia slowly wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could. "I'm still scared... If you don't want this, they might-"
"I won't let that happen!" He promised, holding her extra tight. "If being married to me keeps you safe, I'll be your husband."
"Thank you..." She managed, trying to fight back tears as she hugged herself close to him.
"It's alright," he comforted, despite a lingering sense of uncertainty. This was the right thing to do, wasn't it? It still felt... wrong in some way, but maybe his discomfort lay with the circumstances that brought them to this moment. Looking forward, he didn't know if he'd be able to have intercourse with her sober. Not for lack of attraction, but his suddenly moral conscious.
Thankfully that part of their marriage seemed to be on the back burner for the time being, their day evolving into a rather light and playful one as they spent the morning enchanted ice skating (he only fell twice), taking a ski lesson after lunch, a break for hot cocoa, and then a visit to the stables to see the year old white reindeer calf. After supper, they both took advantage of the hot springs, finding a little corner in the steam to relax and unwind.
Sofia wanted to talk more about their marriage, but with their truce still on thin ice, she didn't want to risk upsetting him again until she felt like she had firmer ground to stand on with him. No, he deserved to joy his long overdue vacation. He was aware they needed to talk so assumed he'd be the one to approach her when he was ready. She'd have to be patient and supportive, as any good wife should be - though she was starving for physical affection.
(This was my original continuation from Part 1, I diverged to Part 2 mostly to draw out the angst and longing, but this would have at least given some semblance of an ending.)
Sofia laid in silence for a while before she stroked her hand over the duvet, reminding herself of the sins committed on top of it just the night before. Maybe sleeping in her own room would have its difficulties from now on, but she doubted Cedric would move in with her to a larger suite - there certainly wasn't much room in the tower for her.
Meanwhile in his tower, the work Cedric had excused himself to complete had yet to be started. He went back to thinking, which wasn't helping. He was still upset, but trying to find reasons not to be aside from the obvious. He shouldn't be too happy about bedding Sofia, but every time he rared himself to rage at the girl, he heard her gasp or recalled the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips. Merlin's Mushrooms, he was weak. It wouldn't have taken much of any lust potion to snap his reason.
His eyes wandered back to the ingredients from this morning. Taking a deep breath, he wheeled his stool back over to the desk to sort through them and finally file them away. He'd gotten better about picking up his clutter rather than leave Sofia to do it, he even liked the tedium of it at times like now when his mind needed a calming distraction. However, the calm wasn't to last when he read the label of Freewill Flowers, his mind now connecting that last unidentified ingredient he'd tasted the night before. His chest tightened and he immediately vanished with a poof of green smoke.
Sofia was half way through undressing herself when the sorcerer appeared in her bedroom without warning. Startled, she didn't have time to shriek given how swiftly he came before her and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Why?!" He asked, suddenly showing more emotion than he had before. "Why would do that?! Why would you let me think for even a moment that you did something so completely selfish and inconsiderate?!"
"I... I did-"
"You added Freewill Flowers, didn't you?" His hands moved up from her shoulders to cup her cheeks.
"Yes..." Sofia nodded, tearing up, and then it all made sense to him.
"Then I'm just as responsible for last night. I could have said 'no'... I could have stopped you..." He heaved a sigh of relief and pulled her against his chest, tucking his head over the top of hers and squeezing her comfortingly close. He'd used his state as an excuse, perhaps subconsciously thinking himself too drunk and horny to resist her when really he was seizing what he wanted when presented the opportunity. He should have known better. Sofia wasn't that thoughtless.
It was still wicked of her to slip him such a potion, but the ingredients were still made from the Sofia he knew. For her to go to such extremes, yet take such care echoed her earlier explanation. She really was trying to save herself by going to the one person - the one man she felt she could always trust to help her because of their deep bond. She was frightened to have the council decide, and he had his head too far up his own ass to see it!
After holding her a moment, he took a step back to reexamine her face, now stained with tears and glowing red. "What happened, Sofia? What had you so desperate?"
Clinging tightly to him, Sofia spilled out her last conversation with Grimtrix, including his influence with the council. While vague with the unsavory details, Cedric could imagine what sort of horrors the former "good" sorcerer had taunted her with, and with less than a week now before the decision would be made for her, time was of the essence. There was no one else she could turn to. No one else she trusted or cared for. He now understood why his indifference toward her predicament hurt her so deeply.
"I'm sorry," she continued to cry, though tried desperately to stop herself by continually dabbing her eyes with her edges of sleeves which were quickly soaked and made useless. "I wanted to tell you...! I did...! I wanted to convince you...!"
"Shh," he soothed, pulling her back against him with the resolve to never let her go again. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here, with me."
Sofia worked back to a sniffle, the mucus from crying adding to her less than prim and proper princess appeal, but Cedric couldn't care less and proved so by leaning his lips down to join with hers. It lasted a bit longer than a moment, Sofia reluctantly parting them to wipe more of her face on her sleeve. "I'm sorry. The tears and the snot..."
"I don't care," he smiled. "I have the most beautiful wife in the kingdom."
His flattery conjured a smile and a bit of a laugh, as intended.
"I know I've not acted like a proper friend or husband as of yet, but I promise you Sofia, if this is what you want, I'll do everything within my power to make you happy," he swore, hand over heart, his words continuing to comfort her.
Sofia finally felt a true sense of relief, and now she just wanted to wash up and have a proper discussion with her husband.
Cedric obliged, waiting for her on her bed as she bathed and changed into her nightgown. When she returned, Cedric explained his own dilemma: While male sorcerers had the luxury of stalling an arranged marriage, he knew his own lot was due to be cast before his age became a con on his list as an available bachelor and having been raised as a product of the system, felt too jaded towards it to let his personal feelings override 'duty'.
(Unused sexy bits #1)
Cedric stood at the edge of the bed, breathing deeply as he watched his wife sleep. Only half aware of himself, he crawled over her, the movement of the mattress waking her in time to see his face come into view in front of hers.
"Cedric...?" She blinked in confusion, her eyes adjusting and nose catching the stench of alcohol on his breath. He was drunk again, this time of his own volition.
He then dipped his head over her shoulder, his mouth latching onto her neck to suck and pepper with kisses.
"Oh...!" Sofia quietly gasped and let out a little moan. She was pleasantly surprised, not at all expecting to be intimate with him so soon, but something told her the liquor was helping. A part of her considered stopping him, but another part, the part that longed for him, couldn't refuse his affections, and so she welcomed them.
Cedric's hungry mouth dragged over her body, his hands pulling down the straps of her nightgown and taking the top with it, revealing her breasts. He latched on to a nipple immediately like a hungry babe, growing drunker on the taste of her.
"Cedric...!"
(Unused sexy bits #2)
...rousing a half-asleep Sofia back to awareness.
"Cedric...?" She rubbed her eyes and hid a yawn behind her head. That he was just standing there looking down at her was unsettling, but she wasn't scared. Concerned perhaps, but not afraid.
"Suck my cock," he managed to ask, his speech slightly slurred and wafting scent of alcohol on his breath informing her this was the decision of a drunk man.
Sofia's initial response was to refuse, but she'd gone so long without any sort of sex between them, she didn't want to refuse giving him pleasure. She crawled across the bed and he brought the bottle he'd been nursing back up to his lips and took a swig, all as she reached out to open his placket.
He lowered the bottle as she carefully extracted his cock, the flesh growing firmer in her hands in expectation of attention. He watched her with a deep gaze, bringing his free hand under her chin to give a little stroke, encouraging her.
Sofia glanced up and turned a brighter shade of red to see him watching her so intensely this time. She hoped he'd enjoy it, she prayed as she stuck her tongue out to sweep over the tip of him.
Cedric shuddered with pleasure and continued to watch her lick over his length, moistening him entirely before fastening her mouth over the head and sucking. He let out a low moan and rolled his head back, eyes closed, his hand down moving around to the back of her head to help her establish a decent rhythm to her sucking.
She focused on giving her best, though she wasn't sure what more she could do aside from tease her tongue along him and suckle from him. She wanted him.
(Author's Note: I'll be honest, I have no idea what's wrong with me. I can't seem to write anything anymore. It all descends into smutty drabble that isn't even good. Course IRL I'm horny most of the time and I just figure it's my age or something (29 going on 30). It's been more of an issue this year and I can't say I'm enjoying it being broken down there and single with no intention to mingle. I'm hoping it's just a phase, but I do feel unfulfilled not writing and letting all this just sit in my documents. It's all unfinished and a mess, but it's work I still deem good - mostly cuz I've written none of it recently. ^^' Pray that the Muse returns and my ladybits settle down enough for me to write without distraction!)