A/N Smut warning

Chapter Four:

Colin was not proud of himself for lying to his mother. Violet had asked him quite directly if he was going to be alone with Penelope. He had insisted that they would have proper supervision. He had no plans of anyone being there to keep an eye on them, he did not need a babysitter to see his fiancee. Even if he did feel guilty for lying to his mother, he did not feel bad for letting Portia Featherington believe that Benedict would be with them. Truthfully, Benedict already believed that Colin had bedded his future wife, and didn't find there to be a reason to chaperone them. He had agreed to play along with Colin's plan.

"Colin, is this your house?" Penelope asked as he took her hand and helped her out of the carriage.

"No, Pen, this is our house." Colin grinned down at her.

He watched her eyes grow wide in excitement. He led her into the house, eager to show her where they would start their life together. Inside the door was the sitting room, and then the drawing room. He showed her the dining room, the study they would both share. He had shown her the desk he'd picked for her, and could see how appreciative she was.

"I may be unsure about Lady Whistledown, solely because of your safety. But, Penelope Featherington, you are an amazing, brilliant writer. I will support you in any way I can." Colin told her. She had tears in her eyes. "I see now how ridiculous it is that I never noticed before. I was embarrassed by it, actually. I have read your letters, and now I cannot separate you from her, nor would I want to. And, I must admit, I think I was a bit envious of you."

"Of me?" She asked, surprised. He nodded.

"I let your read my journals, thinking I was some kind of author, when you, my darling wife, writes words the ton cannot get enough of." He explained.

"Colin, I write anonymously, no one, except for a very few, know I am Lady Whistledown. I meant what I said, you are a very talented writer, and I would gladly help you edit your journals so you can publish them." Penelope insisted, taking both of his hands in hers. She looked at him seriously. "We can both be authors, my love."

"I like the sound of that," Colin smiled. "Now, shall we continue the tour, Mrs. Bridgeron?"

"I am not Mrs. Bridgerton, yet." She smirked, following him into the hallway and up the staircase.

"Say, Pen, does this mean I am to be Lord Whistledown?" He asked playfully, causing her to laugh.

He loved that he could make her giggle as if she was still just a young girl. He would never tire of that joyous sound coming from her lips. It was music to his ears. He pulled her into the next room. She froze when she realized where they were. He stood behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"And this, is where we will sleep," Colin told her. "Amongst other things."

"Will we share a room?" Penelope asked him in confusion. "I thought husbands and wives had separate sleeping spaces."

"Not those who are in love as we are. Did you not tell me once that when one is in love they should declare it, what were your words again? Ah, yes assuredly, fervently, loudly." Colin placed kisses down her neck as he repeated her words. She tilted her head so he could have better access. "Come this way."

Colin led her to a large mirror in the corner of the room. She looked at him in confusion, but he turned her to face her reflection. After what Portia had done, Colin wanted to remind Penelope of all the beautiful pieces of herself. He loved her so much, and he wanted her to see even a glimpse of the woman he saw each time he looked at her.

"You are the cleverest, bravest woman I know," Colin said to Pen as he watched her in the mirror. "You make me feel seen in ways I've never felt seen before. And then there is the way your hair cascades down your shoulder," He pulled her hair out to let her beautiful curls fall free. "The way your eyes shine when you look at me, like two blue pools. The firmness of your lips" he gently touched them, and caressed her skin, marveling at how soft it was. He let his hands wander to her breasts. "And of course there are other parts I have been dreaming about."

Penelope turned her body and pushed against him. She connected her lips with his in a passionate kiss. He held her, letting his hands roam down her curves, exploring inches of her he'd never dared to before. She moaned into his mouth, grinding herself against him. He forced himself to pull back.

"You must tell me to stop if you do not wish for this." He panted.

"I do not wish you to stop." She said without any doubt. Her lips were back on his in an instant.

Colin quickly turned her to face the mirror once again. He worked her dress off her body, carefully unlacing her corset. When she was bare in front of the mirror, where she could see how beautiful her body was, like a Greek Goddess, he whispered in her ear.

"Lie down."

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Penelope had moved to the settee, watching as Colin undressed before her. She'd never seen a man naked, not even in pictures in books. Colin was beautiful. It made her wonder how he could look at her, and find her to be so flawless. She could look at the perfect chisel of his chest, the muscles in his arms, the broadness of his shoulders, all day. He removed his final garment, and she swallowed hard. Penelope didn't know much about what was to come next, but she knew it had something to do with their most intimate area.

Colin walked over to the sofa where she was covering herself with a blanket. He moved the blanket away from her body, taking her in. She tried not to let him see how nervous she was feeling. Colin, though, knew her better than anyone. He leaned down and pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead.

"You are so beautiful." He told her, not leaving any room for her to doubt it. "Are you feeling good?" She nodded. "If anything doesn't feel right, or is too much for you, tell me and I will stop right away."

"I don't think that is going to be a problem." She assured him.

Colin began to kiss her neck. She leaned into the kisses. He made his way down her neck, to her chest, and stopped at her breasts. She arched off the settee as he kissed both of them, paying close attention to her nipples, which were growing more and more sensitive. His hand began to train up her leg and to her thigh.

"Is this alright?" He asked her. She nodded, not knowing what was going to happen next, but instinctively knowing she needed him to touch her.

Colin's fingers came to the spot between her legs. He carefully ran his finger through her slickness. She moaned at the feeling, not even having a moment to feel embarrassed by how wet she was. Colin looked up to her, a finger at her opening. She could see the question in his eye and nodded desperately. He slowly pushed a finger in, his name being pulled from her lips. She felt full, but in a good way. He moved his finger, and his thumb came in contact with her bundle of nerves.

"My god, Colin!" She exclaimed, pushing herself closer to him.

"Does this feel good?" He asked her. She nodded, not able to form coherent thoughts. She felt something inside her building, and just before she could reach for it, he stopped. She was about to protest when he moved down the sofa, and kneeled before her on the floor. She was going to ask what he was doing when, but then he gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge. Colin's face was between her legs, and his tongue took residence in the place his finger had just been. She had never felt such pleasure before. She didn't even know this feeling was possible. She had always heard women were supposed to please their husbands, and to lie still for them. She had never known women could feel this way. The feeling she had felt before was back. She felt as if she was about to tumble over the edge.

"Colin, I-I…something is happening," She told him, gripping his hair in her hands. "I can't-"

"Let go, my love, I will catch you." He told her.

That was all it took. She felt herself shatter against his mouth. She feared she screamed, glad there was no one around to hear it. She rode the waves against his mouth. When it finally ended, she slumped against the settee. He kissed his way up her thighs before coming up and kissing her mouth as he held himself above her. She could taste herself on him.

"Tell me what to do." She pleaded.

"I will do everything." He replied. She shook her head.

"No, tell me." She insisted. He swallowed.

"You could touch me." He suggested.

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

She moved her hand down his arm. She squeezed his bicep before going lower. She allowed herself to feel the muscles in his abdomen. He was so perfect, she couldn't believe he was hers. She finally continued on, stopping when she got to his intimate area, that was hard against her hand.

"Not there!" He exclaimed. She froze, worrying she did something wrong. "At least not yet." He smirked, easing her worry. He moved her hand away. "Are you ready for more?"

"There's more?" She asked. He chuckled, and she joined him. He nodded. "What happens next?"

"We join together," He said gesturing below which confirmed her theory. "That is how women come to be with child."

"I figured that part out." Penelope said.

"This might hurt, but only this first time, and not for very long. You have to tell me if it's not good for you, okay?"

"Colin, anything you do will be good because it's you." She replied. He leaned down and kissed her once more.

"Ready?" He asked. She nodded.

Colin took himself in his hand and placed it at her opening. She gave him one more nod, encouraging him to keep going. He pushed himself inside her with ease. She gasped at the slight discomfort, and felt very full.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I am more than alright. You can continue." She said, wanting nothing more than to bring him pleasure as he had done her.

Colin began to thrust into her. His movements were slow at first until he was sure she was feeling good. Her moans must have clued him in because he began to speed up his movements. He gripped her hips as he moved inside her. She held onto him, knowing she would reach that precipice again soon. Colin must have felt it too because he reached between them and started rubbing her nub again. She couldn't form a thought, her breath coming in pants. She could have sworn she saw stars as she came, gasping his name. He followed behind, emptying himself inside her before he collapsed against her.

"I love you, Penelope." He said into her shoulder.

"I love you, Colin."

"Was that okay for you?" He asked her, looking into her eyes.

"That was perfect," she smiled tearfully. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced."

"It was for me too, Pen." He smiled.

"Can we do it again?" She asked. He chuckled.

"Give me five minutes…or rather ten."