Episode Tag for Victor, Victorian. Takes place at the gentleman's club. It may not make much sense if you haven't seen the episode.
This fic is unbeta'd-all mistakes are mine alone.
Title: As a Man
Author: Fallenbelle2
Pairing: William/Julia
Description: Julia learns more about William as a man.
Rating: T/Teen It's not exactly porn, but it's not exactly suitable for all ages either.
After the room had been cleared and the ladies disguised as men had all been unmasked and gathered to take down to the station, William held Julia back for a moment.
Looking at him quizzically, she wondered what was going on as he looked at her with a look she couldn't quite place. Was he angry? Disgusted? Or was it something else? She'd never seen that look on his face before.
And then...she knew.
His legendary composure and restraint were gone, and in its place was an intense lust she'd never before seen from him as he backed her up against a wall and pinned both her arms over her head with one arm while ripping the mustache off with the other. He hungrily stared at her again for a few moments before pulling off her wig and smirked as he kissed her with an intensity she'd yet to experience from him.
Not that she could think all that much, not with him pressed up against her, all hot and bothered.
She wanted to touch his face, run her fingers through his hair, something, but as she tried to free herself, his grip tightened and he softly growled. He ran his free hand up and down her ribcage and waist, confirming her earlier claim of not wearing a corset.
He deftly undid two buttons on her shirt and slipped his fingers inside, pulling down the binding restraining her breasts and quickly found her nipple, which he proceeded to slowly roll between his index finger and thumb.
This action served only to elicit a groan from her as her knees seemed no longer able to support her weight and she began to buckle when he pressed up against her harder, pinning her upright between him and the wall, flush against his body.
Without the corset, petticoats, and skirts, she felt the physical evidence of his ardor pressing intently against her abdomen and she felt the need to touch, stroke and cup him. Again she struggled in futility to release herself from his grasp-but he was far stronger than she- a fact that only served to arouse her further.
Intriguing indeed. She hadn't seen this William before, but she rather liked it. And at the same time despised how it turned her into a quivering pile of need.
And just as soon as it had started, he softly nipped at her bottom lip and released her.
Tugging at his jacket to cover his arousal, he looked at her one last time. "We'll finish this later, Julia." And then he waited for her to precede him, and he hurried her out the door with his hand on her back.
She was looking forward to later. Very much so. She wondered what else he would do to her "as a man."