Okay, so like many others, I've just finished watching Bridgerton season 3 episode 4. And it is INSANE how much the Penelope/Colin ship has taken up residence in my brain, completely for FREE I may add!
My recent obsession has lead me to reading Julia Quinn's Romancing Mister Bridgerton, which has only made the cheeky brainworms grow more demanding of a smut fic. So here is the first part, I may try to add to this story but no promises yet as it is not the only Polin fic my brain is forcing me to write.
For book fans, this is set just after chapter 18.
Hope you all enjoy the fic
SUMMARY
At night, Colin's sexual frustration only builds, especially when he has nothing to do but wait until the day finally arrives for his and Penelope's wedding.
She had given him a taste, but now he needed MORE… Perhaps even in front of a mirror…
The days leading up to the wedding dragged on arduously.
Even after the talks with his own mother and Mrs Featherington, in which he implied himself and Penelope had already laid with one another enough times in the previous weeks, that it best to speed up the ceremony so as to avoid a baby scandal.
During the day his mother liked to keep him busy with her endless organisations, but by night, when he had nothing else to do except wait in his bedroom... in those moments, his mind had a tendency to wander in a most ungentlemanly way.
Lately Colin found himself with an excess of restless energy. A tightness in his lower gut, that was almost impossible to ignore when he was alone and without distractions. He did try, but everything he did always led his mind back to the same thing, or rather the same person.
Penelope Featherington.
When he paced about his room in an attempt to release some of this pent up energy, his eyes always eventually drifted to the window and the Featherington house beyond. For a moment he wished, devilishly, that her bedroom was at the front of the house and not the back. He rather liked the idea of seeing her undress from the privacy of her room, far enough back that she would not be visible from the street, but certainly he would have a good enough vantage point, as his bedroom also sat on the 2nd floor.
He bit his lip as he indulged the fantasy for a moment. His eyes darted to the Feathering House, imagining Penelope's candle lit bedroom, framed in the stark darkness from the surrounding street. And leaning against the back wall of her bedroom was Penelope herself; clad in nothing but her nightgown. Her intense brown eyes locked on him from afar and a teasing smile playing around the corner of her lips. Her hand reached up to tuck a curly red lock behind her ear, before it slowly made its way across her chest to push the night gown off of one of her shoulders. Colin could feel his breeches tighten as she revealed her breast to him, massaging it, allowing her thumb to graze against her nipple. Her lips parted, head tilting back a bit, but she did not break her gaze. One hand was behind her, supporting her against the wall. The other continued its exploration further downward, across her stomach and into her curls. Her hips moved into the feeling as her head rolled all the way back this time, finally unable to hold his gaze any longer.
"Goodnight, brother!" The sudden voice of one of his sister's the other side of his bedroom door, pulled him back to reality.
"G-Goodnight!" he answered back quickly, hoping it didn't sound strained or strange.
His mother's voice was also audible for a moment, "Hyacinth! Don't bother people at this time of night. He may have already been asleep." before it also faded down the hallway. "Hurry along now, off to bed with you"
Colin swallowed, he hadn't realised how dry his mouth was. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a whiskey from his private collection. His eyes briefly peaked back at the Featherington house which of course had reverted back to its true state; candles gently lighting the front rooms but certainly no view of Penelope's bedroom. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. If he was honest with himself, then he knew that that would never happen anyway. Penelope was a lady. And a lady that usually avoided the spotlight whenever possible. He doubted she would be confident enough to pleasure herself in front of him.
He gulped the whiskey down and poured himself another, both hands leaning against the cabinet. He sighed, exasperated and shook his head at his own reflection. 'Why must the wedding still be so far away?' He wanted her, so much so that it consumed his thoughts relentlessly. His head hung low, fingertips gripping the side of the cabinet so tightly that his fingernails dug into the wood.
"I want you," he remembered her whisper.
His eyes glazed over and flashes of her, bare and open before him, swam back to his mind from the other night.
"I want you and I need something and I don't know what."
He knew what. Because he needed it too. His breeches felt tight again at the memory.
His chest tightened, releasing a shaky breath. In hindsight, he was a little embarrassed by what he had admitted to her in the heat of the moment.
"I want to do it in front of a mirror"
A smile tugged at his lips, remembering her squeak of alarm "Now?!"
'Bless her innocence' he thought, looking back at his reflection in front of him.
He bit his lip as he allowed his mind to slip back into fantasy. Her reflection joined him in the mirror, pinned between himself and the cabinet. He tilted his head to the side, imagining his lips finding the side of her neck. Nipping and kissing her until her head sunk back against his shoulder and little moans escaped her lips. 'Colin...'
His tongue found her earlobe and teased it, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped at the new found feeling, but her fingers laced through his hair, pulling him in closer. As she did so, his own hand had moved to her chin, pulling her into a deep kiss. While the other, found its way to her breast, making her gasp. Her hot breath on his face, intoxicating him. His hips felt like they reacted on their own, pushing his retrained manhood against her behind, pinning her against the cabinet. His hands now both preoccupied with each of her breasts. He had imagined her in the same nightgown as earlier, a thin golden satin, which he pushed aside easily to continue his assault on her chest. Her back arched into his hands as moans erupted from her lips. He growled hungrily, biting her shoulder, his eyes peeking over the top of it to take in her naked form in the mirror's reflection. Her curves glowed beautifully in the dim candlelight. Her eyes closed, mouth open, breaths ragged. One of his hands trailed away from her chest, down her stomach and toward her centre. He felt her shiver under him at the sensation, before gasping as he dipped fingers amongst her curls.
"C-Colin!" Her pleading eyes met his in their reflection. She appeared to come back to reality in that moment, suddenly seeming self conscious at the sight of her own full, naked body in front of them both. She blushed a deep red and turned her head away.
Colin refused to allow it. "No" he whispered, the hand that was on her breast, pulled her chin to the front to face them again. "Open your eyes, Pen"
"I-It's embarrassing!" she pleaded "I-I'm all... on display!" her eyes opened but not to look at them, but rather to look for a place to hide.
His lips found her ear, nibbling at it "I know... And you're beautiful." he whispered softly.
She winced, not quite believing and not quite wanting to. His fingers nestled in her curls, moved in slow circles over the little bundle of nerves, causing her to moan and both her hands to clasp onto his arm for support.
"Please, Pen... Look at me" he continued between kisses against her neck, just behind her ear. "I want to see you..." he breathed hot and heavy against her skin. "Please..."
Finally, her beautiful brown eyes peaked open and met his emerald green ones in their reflection. He smiled devilishly at her "there you are", as his fingers traced the slit hidden beneath her curls. He watched her face hungrily as he dipped a finger into her wet folds.
"Ah! Oh God" she gasped breathless, clunging tighter to his arm "Colin!"
Her hot, wet, tightness contracted around his finger as he slowly pumped into her. He slipped in another, preparing her for what was soon to come. She panted with pleasure as his pumps quickened, her moans getting louder as he did so. Before he knew it, her hips bucked forward into his hands, her fingernails digging into his arm as her whole body tensed as the waves of pleasure rolled over her.
She slumped forward, now grabbing the cabinet in front of her for support; her legs shaking beneath her. He admired her voluptuous body from behind. He pulled his own breeches and undergarments off himself to give her a moment to catch her breath. His member stood proudly, relieved to be finally released from its confines.
He grasped both sides of Penelope's hips with a growl, causing her to gasp and look up at him again in the mirror. "Oh, we're not done yet, my sweet Pen"
He moved gently against her behind, pushing his manhood against her hot, wet core. She jumped a little, but didn't move away. Her eyes stared at him, as if begging for more. He was only happy to oblige. He took his member into his hand to guide it inside her, making both of them moan in ecstasy, she was so tight and wet he had to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
"Oh God... Penelope" He leaned forward to nibble at her neck "You're so tight...it's driving me crazy." He reached down to cup one breast in his hand and grabbed her hips with the other. He thrust slowly into her at first, appreciating the mirror in front of them. But before long, he couldn't hold back anymore and found himself pounding her faster and harder just to see her breasts bouncing excitedly before him. Until finally, they both clung to each other for dear life as the waves of pleasure rippled through them.
Colin flopped against the cabinet, resting his head on his arm. Sweaty and shaking, he tried to catch his breath. The cold night chill pulling him out of his fantasy once again; the imaginary Penelope gone. He looked down, to see his member wrapped in his own hand, still dripping from his release. He sighed, grabbing one of the discarded garments on the floor to clean himself up, before climbing into bed.
'Why does the wedding still have to be so far away?' he thought frustratedly, before closing his eyes and accepting sleep.