Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. All rights belong to Julia Quinn and Shondaland(Netflix) All plot ideas are mine.

Penelope Bridgerton was hot. The unusual warm crisp autumn air of the country was stifling. No amount of fanning her breasts helped to cool her down as she sat beneath the tent set up in the garden at Aubrey Hall. It was the annual Pall Mall game and the Bridgerton siblings were currently fighting over who would get the famed black mallet of death. Kate was the usual holder of the heavily sought after mallet but due to being close to her confinement, she was not playing this year. They asked Pen if she was to play as an official family member, but she declined. As much as she had once wanted to be a part of the game, she really was not one for games. Colin had simply kissed the top of her head and grinned devilishly before going to play.

"I should get the mallet, as I am a newlywed," Colin stated. Penlope giggled and all of them groaned.

"So are Kate and Anthony and there's no way he's getting that mallet!" Eloise exclaimed and made a move to grab it but was blocked by Benedict.

"Nice try, El." Eloise crossed her arms and stalked back to stand next to Colin.

"Let Penelope choose," Violet gently stated, shrugging her shoulders. Penelope whipped her head to her mother-in-law so fast that she swore she saw stars.

"Me?"

"No!" Several voices yelled at the same time. Each of the siblings turned to their mother as if she had grown a second head, all of them except Colin. He was grinning like a fool.

"Yes you. You are a member of this family and sometimes that means being a solution to a conflict," she explained as she took a sip of her lemonade.

"Very well," Anthony said.

"She's going to pick Colin!" Gregory yelled. Pen looked at Colin who looked satisfied and smug. She grinned back at him, two could play this game.

"I believe I shall choose Hyacinth," she said, and Colin's face fell. Anthony chuckled as Hyacinth stalked up to the buckets and claimed the mallet. Colin grabbed the yellow mallet then went to his wife.

"You wound me," he said, leaning in to kiss her softly. He groaned as he tasted the sweetness on her lips.

"Have you eaten a cake?" he asked. She smiled, nodding. He growled and claimed her lips again.

"If you're quite finished, we should play," Eloise called. Colin pulled away as Penlope blushed.

"As much as I'd love to sit here and feed you sweets, I must go," he whispered then walked away. Penelope released the breath she did not realize she was holding as she watched him.

The game was still going strong when lunch had been brought. The siblings had argued that they would not stop playing to eat, but Penelope was missing Colin's attention. Especially with his latest comment to her. She had arranged to have their lunch delivered to their rooms and was disappointed when they had announced they would not be stopping.

"Colin?" Pen called, standing. Colin turned his attention to her and smiled.

"Excuse me," he told Eloise, cutting her off mid-sentence. He walked to the tent and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Yes, my love?"

"Are you sure you do not want to eat something? You have not eaten anything since breakfast."

"I can survive a little while longer."

"I have arranged for us to take lunch in our rooms, alone." She leaned in, whispering the last word into his ear. Colin cleared his throat and pulled away.

"I think I shall take lunch after all," he said over his shoulder and took Pen by the hand and led her away from the ten before his siblings could say a word.

Upon arriving in their rooms, they found an array of sandwiches and cakes. Colin looked at Penlope with hunger in his eyes and led her to the table.

"You little minx," he whispered and pulled her in for a kiss. His hand slipped into her hair as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, her lips were swollen and her cheeks her tinted pink. He picked up the tray of cakes and led her to the couch.

"I only want these and you for lunch." he whispered. Penelope's belly warmed. Colin sat down next to her, picked up her hands and slipped the small tulle gloves from them. He then swept his finger across the icing of one of the cakes and brought his finger to her lips. Penelope sucked his finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the icing, causing Colin to groan. Once he removed the icing she moved to wipe any sugar from her lips, but Colin stopped her. He leaned in and kissed her, running his tongue over her lips.

"I have wanted to do that since that day at the balloon launch."

Penelope reached across him, picked up the cake and took a bite and then moved to give him a bite. Colin took the cake from her and smashed it into his palm.

"Colin!" she exclaimed but was silenced as he dragged a cake cover finger across the swell of her breast. Penelope watched in awe as his eyes darkened and his tongue swept across his bottom lip. She sucked in her own lip in anticipation as she watched him stare at the mess he had made of her. Her breasts rose with every breath she took, coming in short pants as she waited for him to make his next move. When he finally traced his tongue over her sensitive skin, she gasped. She moved her hands to his hair as nipped and sucked at her. He pulled away and stared up at her. Her skin was flushed with just enough color to make her look radiant in the sunlight that peeked through the curtains.

"What?" she asked as he stared.

"You are so beautiful." he whispered. Penelope smiled so big that her eyebrows nearly disappeared. Colin reached over to the table picking up a napkin and wiped away the remaining cake from his hand. He then took her hand and helped her to her feet and led her to the bedroom. He walked them to the bed and sat her down.

"Colin, what about the rest of our lunch?" she asked.

"I told you; I only wanted that cake and you for lunch." he explained and reached for the buttons at the back of her dress. He easily released the buttons that ran down the back of the pale blue day dress. He slid the bodice over her shoulders, exposing the corset beneath. His fingers then deftly unlaced the strings and tugged the garment free. Her full, perfectly rounded breasts sprang free, and he groaned. Penelope watched as he palmed the creamy skim and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"I will never tire of seeing you naked before me. You are the most exquisite thing I have ever laid my eyes on," he said before he leaned in and wrapped his lips around her other nipple. Penlope bucked against him, muttering his name. He pushed against her, causing her to lie down. He then moved his hands down her torso, taking her dress with him. She was gloriously bare before him, and he was ravenous. Colin wasted no time in removing his own clothing and climbed on to the bed, atop her. Penlope ran her hands over the sculpted muscles of his chest, her nails light digging into his skin. Colin hissed and leaned in, claiming her lips. Penelope moaned into his mouth as his tongue brushed against hers.

Colin nudged his knee between hers, spreading them to nestle between them. He nudged against her, groaning at the silk heat that had pooled there. Penlope pulled her lips from his and stared up into his eyes, nodding signaling she was ready for him. Colin braced his hands on either side of her and pushed in completely. Penlope gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly met his movements, craving more of him. Her nails dug into his back as she held on to him as if she were clinging to life itself. Each thrust of his hips had her begging for more. She needed more but she did not know how to express that she needed something. Colin looked into her eyes, seeing the want and desire in her eyes. He paused, causing her to whine a bit.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered, his voice dropping to a tone she'd never heard come from him before.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I need more, but I don't know what." Colin grinned and nodded. He knew what she needed but he was not sure if she had ever done what he was about to ask her to do.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course."

Colin took her hand in his, gently kissing her knuckles and guided it between them. Penelope's eyes widened in shock or horror, he was sure which and he lightly laughed.

"Colin!" she exclaimed. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly in place.

"You said you trusted me. Now trust me. I promise you will like it." Penelope slowly nodded and relaxed. He guided her hand to the small bundle of nerves and gently put pressure there. Penelope nearly bucked him from her at the touch.

"Oh my god!" she gasped.

"Have you ever touched yourself Pen?" Penelope shook her head. She had no idea what pleasure was until Colin had touched her in that carriage. She had no idea what she had agreed to at that moment, but heaven help her she was glad he had.

"Just touch yourself, like I have." Penelope nodded and began applying gentle pressure to the small bundle. Colin stared at her in wonder as she touched herself. His resolve fell away, and he began to move again. The combination of her ministrations and his thrusts made Penelope swear she was going to die, but she would be glad to die in this bed doing this. Penelope could not hold in the sounds she was trying to hold and let her voice be heard as Colin's pace picked up. She felt blissfully full and loved. Colin felt her begin to go over the edge and he made sure to watch her. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and it made her look like she was glowing. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as her body started to tremble.

"Colin...I... oh Colin," she gasped as she finally came. His name was the only sound upon her lips. She had pulled her hand from between them and held tightly to him. Colin lost all control and grabbed her knee, pushing it up to her chest. Penelope all but screamed at this new position. Colin thrust once, twice then a third time before spilling into her, bringing her with him. He stilled above her for a moment before he pulled away from her, causing her to wince.

"Are you okay?" he asked, crawling down her body and resting his head against her belly. He loved the rise and fall of her breathing after, knowing he had caused the rapid breaths. Penelope murmured a response and ran her fingers though his hair. Colin ran his fingers around the soft skin surrounding her belly button.

"Tell me what you're thinking?" she asked. Colin looked up at her, his chin resting against his hand, one corner of his mouth up in a smirk.

"I'm imagining what this belly would look like swollen with our child." he said, honestly. Colin laid his head back down and continued to trace circles on her skin.

Penelope closed her eyes, smiling. She wasn't sure a few weeks ago, but now she was completely sure based on things Kate had told her. She, however, decided to keep her secret for a little while longer. For now, she would let him imagine what would be a reality in just a few weeks.