Disclaimer: I don't own "Bridgerton" or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.
Authors Note #1: I wanted to write a little cheese ficlet exploring what might have happened in the Finch household after Phillipa realized her and Albion hadn't actually had sex yet.
Warnings: season three part one spoilers, sexual content, romance, drama, angst, sexual tension, social pressures, period appropriate attitudes.
The birds, the bees (let's fuck on a settee)
Chapter One
"Why did you not say anything?!"
She had started her inquisition somewhat heated. Embarrassed, though she did not know with whom. Herself. Prudence. Her mother. Or her husband.
But she was also similarly frustrated. Wondering at the point of it all. It had been years! And of course she was eager. Mostly for him. Excited to experience whatever this daft sounding 'insertion' was. Ever hungry to have more of him.
Though, she couldn't deny wanting to vex her elder sister by being with child first.
Especially with the family heir.
Wouldn't that be a treat?
Albion, however, simply turned a rather fetching shade of pink. Not unlike one of her new frocks. And had stayed that way throughout her tirade.
She took a deep breath. Calming herself. It wouldn't do to spook him. Nor overly excite herself. She had plans for the evening, after all.
"I am not upset, she assured, ceasing her pacing to drop down on the settee beside him. "Just feeling rather foolish."
It was the truth, despite her conflicted feelings.
Did she not deserve to know such things?
The implication that there was more- more to discover between them was intriguing.
But if she'd known, she could have been with child by now!
What was the purpose of keeping women so separate from the truth of their obligations?
It made little sense to her.
"I- I could not-" Albion spluttered. Fingers gripping the vibrant gold-threaded fabric with a vigor that made her wince. It had been so recently reupholstered... "I couldn't possibly-"
The harsh edges she'd been holding onto softened.
Of course he couldn't.
He wouldn't.
The last thing Albion wanted was to distress her.
She had come into their marriage bed quite without a clue. As a lady should, she would point out. But because Albion was so attentive, so incredibly sweet, it was clear to her now that when they'd started their relations - before the funny sound and changing of breeches - he hadn't wanted to pressure her any further. And so, instead of moving forward, they'd remained there, content in their own rut of sorts.
"Have you?" she asked quickly, suddenly struck by the idea. "Before?"
There was a moment's pause before he reluctantly nodded.
"Yes."
A tinge of jealousy ribboned through her.
It wasn't entirely misplaced, but it was unfair.
Mama had inferred such things were a rite of passage for men.
Still… the idea he'd had such experiences with another burned her heart.
"Tell me," she demanded. Shuffling on the settee until they were touching. She breathed in the familiar scent of him, excited by the prospect of whatever could make Mama so out of sorts. It required her to put her nerves aside. But she took his hand regardless. Brushing her fingers over the stretch of his thumb and forefinger as his eyes widened dramatically.
She smiled at him encouragingly. Quite determined.
"They didn't mean anything!" he managed, endearingly quick on the mark.
"Of course not!" she laughed. She was confident in that, if nothing else. "I am secure, Albion. But I am curious."
He couldn't have turned a redder shade.
She sighed. There would be nothing out of him for a least week at this rate.
And she did not have a week to spare.
Not even a day, in fact.
"In that case, perhaps you should show me," she hummed, feeling a thrill as she leaned into him. It was similar to the feeling when their kisses turned filthy and deliciously wet. When his trousers rubbed the inside of her thighs in such a way. The way that had always made her want more.
She hadn't known there was more.
But there was.
Much, much more.
It was only then, in the humid pause, that something other than mortification colored his face. Able to watch the moment his eyes noticeably darkened. Thickening the air with-
Oh yes, there was more indeed.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! – There will be one more chapter.
