Merelan
Lady's Love
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- Mar 29, 2000
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I pulled him close and rocked him, feeling his rapid heartbeat, and his hot breath.
"Poor darling." Knowing words didn't always help, and the past had a nasty way of never fully letting go. And it seemed, his was awful. Haunted, no doubt by the act of locking her up.
He smelled good, strong.
I could feel his breath through my robe. Then his begging forgiveness. For what?
A warm touch to my breast. Had he kissed me? There?
"Excuse me? Diana?" Natalie's voice jerking us both up, and him away from me. Had he? or had once again my imagination overwhelmed me. I could hear her as she moved about the room.
"A drink for you Sir, to help calm your nerves. Pardon M'Lady she was worried." Her touch on my shoulder bringing me fully back to the present. Oh god.
Realizing suddenly what it must have looked like. But I had only been comforting him, and that hadn't been a kiss. My face felt flushed and it spread over my upper chest. Oh God. My nipples were hard and aching, they wanted more. They rubbed against the thin satin of the robe.
Thin satin.
I had nothing underneath! Without thought I had rushed over here. In a house of woman it had not mattered before.
He must think me a wanton.
"A bath Albert, and the drink, will help settle you." I pulled the robe tight around me, turning and twisting. Catching my feet in his covers, tossed off on the floor. Stumbling and falling half onto the bed, onto him. His hands helping me up, as I tried to hold the robe shut and disentangle myself at the same time.
"I will go now. If you need me, I am only next door. Or ring the bell and Natalie or Molly can see to you." Blushing even a deeper red. How foolish and clumsy I must seem. To one use to grace and sophistication.
'Good night Cousin." Shutting the door behind me. Sagging against it. Wanting to cry and scream and rage. And throw myself into his bed, to feel his mouth, his hands, his body cover mine.
Rubbing where I had imagined the kiss. It burned and tingled. My door was open still.
"Natalie?"
"Poor darling." Knowing words didn't always help, and the past had a nasty way of never fully letting go. And it seemed, his was awful. Haunted, no doubt by the act of locking her up.
He smelled good, strong.
I could feel his breath through my robe. Then his begging forgiveness. For what?
A warm touch to my breast. Had he kissed me? There?
"Excuse me? Diana?" Natalie's voice jerking us both up, and him away from me. Had he? or had once again my imagination overwhelmed me. I could hear her as she moved about the room.
"A drink for you Sir, to help calm your nerves. Pardon M'Lady she was worried." Her touch on my shoulder bringing me fully back to the present. Oh god.
Realizing suddenly what it must have looked like. But I had only been comforting him, and that hadn't been a kiss. My face felt flushed and it spread over my upper chest. Oh God. My nipples were hard and aching, they wanted more. They rubbed against the thin satin of the robe.
Thin satin.
I had nothing underneath! Without thought I had rushed over here. In a house of woman it had not mattered before.
He must think me a wanton.
"A bath Albert, and the drink, will help settle you." I pulled the robe tight around me, turning and twisting. Catching my feet in his covers, tossed off on the floor. Stumbling and falling half onto the bed, onto him. His hands helping me up, as I tried to hold the robe shut and disentangle myself at the same time.
"I will go now. If you need me, I am only next door. Or ring the bell and Natalie or Molly can see to you." Blushing even a deeper red. How foolish and clumsy I must seem. To one use to grace and sophistication.
'Good night Cousin." Shutting the door behind me. Sagging against it. Wanting to cry and scream and rage. And throw myself into his bed, to feel his mouth, his hands, his body cover mine.
Rubbing where I had imagined the kiss. It burned and tingled. My door was open still.
"Natalie?"