Two is Better Than One – Boys Like Girls (feat. Taylor Swift)
I remember what you wore on the first date
You came into my life and I thought hey
You know, this could be something
Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing
So maybe it's true that I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one
I remember every look upon your face
The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste
You make it hard for breathing
Cause when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing
Then maybe it's true that I can't live without you.
Maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one
I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought hey
Maybe it's true that I can't live without you
Maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking, ooh I can't live without you
Cause baby, two is better than one
There's so much time to figure out
The rest of my life
But I've figured out when all is said and done
Two is better than one
Two is better than one.
He had followed Anthony's suggestion and headed straight to Featherington House arriving just in time to hear Portia Featherington berate her youngest daughter. "And then you traipse in this morning with news of an engagement to the very same Bridgerton boy, using Lord knows what wiles to entrap him."
How could her mother think so lowly of her? He could not stand by and listen to Penelope be spoken to like that. Rushing past Mrs Varley he walked straight in the drawing room as Penelope turned away in embarrassment. "Excuse me."
"Mr Bridgerton is here, ma'am." He hardly thought he needed an introduction by Mrs Varly at this point.
"Mr Bridgerton. What an unexpected delight." At least Portia Featherington had the decency to look a little embarrassed. Though it was a bit late for the false act.
"I will not be staying long. But since we are all speaking so freely …" He could not believe that Portia Featherington thought that her youngest daughter would try and entrap him. Other members of her family, yes. But when had Penelope ever given her reason to believe she would behave in such a way?
"That was not meant for your ears." She was so dismissive of him that it simply fuelled his rage. He was not the naïve boy that Marina had fooled anymore.
"I am still speaking." It was deeply satisfying to see the shock on her face. "Your daughter did not entrap me. I proposed to her out of love, nothing less. And were you not so narrowly concerned over your own standing, you might see that Penelope is the most eligible amongst you. In the future, I advise you not to sully our Bridgerton name by suggesting otherwise." He held out his hand out to Penelope who although clearly stunned, took his hand and let him lead her out of the house and into the carriage.
It was concerning that she was so quiet on the journey, but he hoped she would be pleased with what would be their home. In all honesty, after what he had overheard, Penelope would probably love anything that was away from her mother. He led her though the house seeing the possibilities of their future together.
"I wanted to show you this before our wedding." He started pulling the covers off of what little furniture was already there. "It's been in the family a very long time. This is to be our home." Perhaps it wasn't to Penelope's tastes. If this season had shown him anything about Penelope, it was that she and her mother did not have the same tastes. So yellow was not going to be part of the décor. "I know it does not look like much now, but once we lay out some of our furnishings and decorations." Perhaps something else was the reason for her silence. "Are you concerned that we should not be here alone?" It would not be the first time they had been without a chaperone. Why no one had ever commented bout it was beyond him. "There is not yet any staff, but I thought, well, since we are to be married…" It had never bothered anyone when they were alone. Possibly, it had never occurred to anyone that it was worth gossiping about.
"No." Well that was a relief. "You do not realise how much that meant to me. What you said to my mother. No one has ever stood up for me like that." How was that even possible?
"Oh, I will always stand up for you." What on earth had her life been like behind the doors to Featherington House? "Because I love you Pen." He had always worn his heart on his sleeve so he had assumed it would be obvious to her of all people.
"Are you sure?" Why did it sound as though she was giving him a way out?
He nodded. "Everything I said to your mother is true. And you should see it as well." He turned her to face the mirror in the room. She needed to see what he saw when he looked at her. "You… are the cleverest, bravest woman I have ever known. You make me feel seen in ways I have never felt seen before." She always had, something he had only realised recently. "And then there is…" He pulled the pins from her hair. "The way your hair cascades down your shoulders. The way your eyes shine when you look at me, like two blue pools." He would happily drown in her eyes. "The firmness of your lips parted just so." He brushed his finger across her lower lip, never breaking eye contact with her in the mirror. "The softness of your skin." Running his fingers down the length of her neck, he marvelled at the new things he was discovering about her. "And then there are …" He let his hand drift lower. "Other parts I've been … I've been dreaming about." His hand cupped her breast. Good Lord she had magnificent breasts. When her tiny hand covered his, he instantly became hard. Then she spun around and kissed him. "You must tell me to stop if you do not wish for this." Although he really hoped that she didn't.
"I do not wish for you to stop." Thank God. He grabbed another kiss before spinning her back around. He undid her dress letting it drop to the floor before unlacing her corset.
She covered her breasts with her hands as her corset joined her dress on the floor. "Lie down." His own clothes were getting far too tight upon seeing her body unwrapped. He watched her as he undressed. It would have been amusing observing her eyes darting around trying to figure out where to look if he hadn't been so turned on. She had managed to cover herself which simply, would not do. He slipped under the cover with her. "You are so beautiful." He couldn't believe as he kissed her, that it had taken him so long to see her.
"Tell me what to do." God he loved this woman.
"I will do everything." He just wanted her to enjoy what would without a doubt be a new experience for her.
"No. Tell me." This would be a new experience for both of them.
"You could … touch me." He was already hard as a rock. He only hoped he could hold on long enough to see to her pleasure first.
"Where?" Anywhere would be amazing.
"Anywhere." She ran her tiny hand through his hair which he had never thought he'd find so erotic, but with Penelope, everything took on and provoked new emotions. Her hand moved over his shoulder, down his chest and lower. He grabbed her hand. This would be over before it began if she kept going. "Not there." He had startled her. He could see that she thought she had done something wrong. "Not yet. May I?" When she nodded, he ran his hand up her thigh, his fingers entering her and moving at a steady rhythm. She was so tight, but the moans he was drawing from her were making it almost impossible to hold back. Hopefully he had enough control to take this slowly. He drew back.
"Why did you stop?" She looked incredibly confused and aroused.
"Are you ready?" Clearly her mother had not told her anything about being intimate with a man, but then from what he had overheard she had not thought Penelope would ever marry.
"Is there more?" This would be fun learning each other's pleasures.
He nodded. "This may hurt I cannot help it, I promise." Though he would be as gentle as he could. "But… it should only be this first time." He positioned himself inside her and thrust. Never looking away from her flushed face he began to move slowly. "Is this alright?" When she nodded, he began to increase his pace. So this was what making love was like. When he felt her body quiver around him, he prayed she was close to her release as he didn't know how much longer he could hold on. Then she clenched around him and they both climaxed together. "Was it alright?"
"It was perfect. Can we do it again?" The sooner they were married the better.
"Give me five minutes." Who was he kidding? That had been incredible. "Make it ten." They chuckled. Maybe five minutes would be plenty given the tremors that ran through his body when they laughed.
It was only later that he wondered how long he would be able to keep her to himself before anyone noticed. "Do I look a mess?" She was distractedly running her fingers over his chest.
"Yes." He couldn't resist teasing her. "But you are my mess."
"I hope I was all right for you." All right didn't even begin to describe it. When your heart was involved it was so much more than a simple release. "I know you are more experienced."
"There is nothing that compares to this." It was true. It was as though it was his first time as well.
A mischievous look crossed her flushed face. "Not even the women in Paris?" Even though he laughed, he knew there would never be anyone for him but Penelope in the future. "Will you let me read more of your writing? You promise me you would."
"That is true." He was a little nervous about others reading his writing, but Penelope had been so complementary about what she had read. "And I do not like to break a promise."
"Colin, there is something I must tell you." She looked so serious. Was she going to tell him why she and Eloise had fallen out?
"What is it?" A knocking at the door alerted him to how long they had been there. "Damn. That must be the servants, no doubt, bringing over my personal effects." He started pulling on his clothes. "We can take my carriage across the park. No one will see us."
After helping Penelope back into her clothes he organized where some of his belongings were to go with the servants while Penelope did her hair. She had gone quiet again in the carriage. Before he could ask there was a commotion outside. When the carriage stopped he was handed a notice.
"What is it?" When she snuggled up to him, he almost forgot how to read.
"It is a message from the Queen. "Dearest members of my most esteemed ton, I hereby declare that whoever brings legitimate evidence of Lady Whistledown's identity to the palace shall receive a five thousand pound reward. Yours truly. Her Majesty Queen Charlotte." This was good news. "Finally, the woman will get the consequences she deserves. Imagine … unmasking Whistledown." Then a least his family would have nothing more to worry about.
"You will not try, will you?" The money was tempting, but he wanted to focus on his future with Penelope.
"I am certain I will not have to. Someone else will surely root her out." Then he remembered she had been about to tell him something when the servants had arrived. "Oh, what did you wish to tell me?"
"Nothing. It is not important now." The thought of someone unmasking Whistledown was almost as exciting as his upcoming marriage. Nothing thrilled him more though, than Penelope becoming his wife.