Silence and Delacourt (closed)

[haremfaery]

"You take her." Marie-Claire said. "I'll take the radio." She followed behind the pair as they went to see the captain.

She wondered if Anna was the sort of woman Will liked, all legs a firm ass and impressive breasts. He was a man, of course he would find her attractive. But Marie-Claire had more to offer. She would never use Will the way women like Anna would: for the fame and notoriety of being with the great hero Will Silence. She had a love for him as wide as the sky the airship was flying in and as true as steel. Will just needed to open his eyes and see it. He had a [hysical reaction to her closeness when they were pressed together in the alcove. His body no longer thought of her as the grubby child who tried to pick his pocket so long ago in Paris.

She stopped her musing when they entered the captain's quarters.

She grinned impishly at the captain when he referred to the 'scamp' who stowed away. She gave him a cheeky salute.

Marie-Claire muttered 'in hell,' when Anna made her exit.

~~~~~

Marie-Claire walked alongside Will back to his cabin. Now all the excitement of the day was over, it was time to go to bed. Her heart fluttered at the idea. She imagined them walking into the room. Will, not wasting any time, taking her in his strong arms, pressing her against the door as his head bent to capture her mouth in a kiss. They would rip off each other's clothes in a mad frenzy of lust too long denied. She felt her nipples go hard and took a deep breath.

Will opened the door. Marie-Claire's throat went dry. There was no passionate kissing, no ripping off of clothes, no declarations of undying love.

He cleared his throat. "I'll sleep on the floor..."

MALPT, she thought. "Non." She took Anna's gun from her belt and set it on the dresser. She coul not let this moment pass. "It is a big bed. Why, we could sleep in it all night and never know the other was there." She lied. She would be very much aware that they were in bed together. She unbuckled her belt and draped it over the desk chair very similar to the one that Anna bent her over. Her cheeks colored a little at the memory of being helpless and having Will see her with her trousers down, and not in preparation for them to make wild passionate love.

She bent down to unbuckle her boots unaware of the view she was giving Will. She was still somewhat naive about the effect she had on men. She winced and put a hand to her backside where the fabric rubbed the welts from Anna's, thankfully short, beating.

Marie-Claire straightened. "Do you have some salve for mon pauvre âne*?"


*my poor ass

 

[Maka]

Will's breath caught at the mouthwatering view with which Marie-Claire was presenting him. Her back was arched to maintain balance, thrusting her shapely bottom forward, her breasts pressed even closer against the taut fabric of her corset. For a moment, Will took a scientific interest in how the material could even withstand the pressure -but that just led to a mental image of the fabric tearing, revealing the wonders underneath...

Her question brought him back to his senses.

"I think I have something."

Among his things was a jar of greenish salve he had picked up in Kenya. It healed broken skin and bruises with eerie speed, and could even knit broken bones together with time. He tossed it to Marie-Claire.

"It'll feel a little cold at first."

 

[haremfaery]

((I think Marie-Claire would enjoy knowing she's torturing Will if she had more artifice in her.))

So Will was ignoring what Marie-Claire said about the bed. It would come back up in conversation soon enough.

Marie-Claire caught the jar deftly with both hands. That was not what she had in mind, but she had another plan. "Merci."

She picked up her bag and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth. She cursed when she took off her trousers. Anna was adapt at administering punishment, her backside was still tender. She took a very quick shower with cool water. It helped a little. She put a fresh white shirt on leaving the top few buttons undone. She walked back into the main room holding the salve bare-footed and bare-legged.

"I cannot reach. Would you help?" She held up the jar. Marie-Claire could very easily reach, but it would be so much easier if Will did it. And so much more...enjoyable. She could not get the feel of him pressing against her out of her mind.

((If Will has fallen asleep already, she can realize it when he doesn't respond. I don't know how long you want to go before they actually do anything, but this is an opportunity, otherwise we can be evil and make them wait. Though I do like a slow build up. So I wasn't planning on going all the way just yet.))

 

[Maka]

Will had been preparing himself for bed, stripping off his shirt and shoes, exposing a bronzed, muscular chest. He hadn't responded to Marie-Claire's suggestion that they share the bed. It made sense -all too much sense, given his newfound desire to have that nubile, slender body in his arms.

He caught his breath as Marie-Claire emerged from the bathroom. She was, he realised, naked underneath her white shirt. The top few buttons had been undone, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the pale valley of cleavage underneath. Her bare, slender legs seeming to be aching for a hand to sweep along them.

Will's eyes widened as she held up the jar. He prided himself on his strength of will but he didn't believe that there was a man on Earth that would refuse this request.

"Of course," he said calmly.

Marie-Claire bent over once again and this time the breathtaking view was his to enjoy for as long as he wanted. That beautifully rounded, firm ass was turned up towards him in all its nude glory. It was like a blissful dream. Will's cock was hard.

He stepped forward, dipping one finger in the jar of salve and tracing it across Marie-Claire's buttocks. His hands were hard but skilled and graceful. The feel of her warm, silky flesh under his fingertips was driving him crazy.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire felt her heart pound. She felt nervous now that she had gotten Will where she thought she wanted him.

She placed her forearms on the bed and pulled her shirt up to bare her bottom for him. The cream was cold on the hot welts and Marie-Claire shivered at Will's touch. She breathed out a little moan to relax herself and to fully enjoy his firm but sure hand.

"Will, that feels so much better already." came her voice muffled by the coverlet." She swallowed. She could feel the heat between her legs, feel her nipples go hard as they brushed against her shirt.

No matter how nervous she felt, her body knew what it wanted. This was no silly boy pawing at her in a dark hallway, thrusting his slobbering tongue down her throat. Nor was it some fat old man copping a feel on the crowded trolley car. This was Will Silence, the love of her life. She moaned into the bedclothes again and did not realize how loud a sound she made.

 

[Maka]

Her voice muffled by the coverlet of the bed, Marie-Claire let out little sounds, somewhere between moans and purrs. Will's body was alive with desire, his grey eyes blazing with lust. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to undo the buckle of his belt and let his engorged cock free.

His hands were now moving further up and down Marie-Claire's supple body -across her hips and up the small of her back. He was beginning to gently knead the tender, soft skin, letting his fingertips simply enjoy tracing across it. Without thinking, he took a step closer, now looming over her.

She looked the stuff of schoolboy wetdreams stretched out there in front of him.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire moaned and sighed at Will's touch. She had fantasized and dreamed of this for so long. "Will...mmm." She pillowed her head on her arms. "You can do that harder, I won't break."

She debated rolling over and pulling him to her in a long kiss. She ached to throw her arms around him. Would Will think that she was too forward? She could feel the heat building in her loins. She wanted him so badly.

 

[Maka]

Will needed no further encouragement. He could think of more things he wanted to do to Marie-Claire, very hard indeed. All it would take would be to lift that pert, sinfully tempting ass and let her sink back on to him. He imagined himself slowly pumping her from behind, kissing his way along that slender back, hearing her moan and call his name in her pretty accent.

As these fantasies flashed through his mind, his caressing fingers slid in opposite directions. One hand ran up her flat, smooth stomach underneath the shirt until it came dangerously close to the slopes of her rounded breasts. The other ran up her thigh until it was almost between her legs. He could feel the heat and a certain slickness between his fingers which only aroused him more. He was on the verge of raising his left hand to explore her sumptuous breasts and pushing the fingers of his right hand inside her. He already knew the jerks and gasps of pleasure he could elicit in moments, the hours-long pleasure his hard body and intimate, loving attention could give her.

With tremendous difficulty, Will let himself draw back, withdrew his hands. This was Marie-Claire. She was innocent and looked on him as an older brother, not a lover. He had to drive such thoughts out of his head.

"Does that feel any better?"

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire held her breath. Her body froze in anticipation. There was a tingling in the pit of her stomach. Mon Dieu! Those hands. So hard and firm. So gentle. But then Will pulled away. She nearly screamed in frustration. Did Will not find her attractive? Non. She could not believe that. His reaction when they were pressed together in the alcove, his roaming hands just now. He liked her. He wanted her. She knew it. Why did he do nothing about it?

"Un petit peu." She answered a little petulantly. She made a great show of standing up and straightening her shirt which now was unbuttoned at least one more button than before.

She pulled back the covers on the bed. "What are the plans for tomorrow now that we have Fraulein Pute locked up?" She looked at Will for his reaction to her language. She felt hurt and angry at him. She decided she would make his life hell until he took her in his arms and declared his love.

She climbed onto the bed to listen to him. she knelt with her knees apart, leaning forward a little with her hands balled up between her legs. It forced her breasts together showing a lot of cleavage.

 

[Maka]

There was a little pout on Marie-Claire's face that only made it all the more fascinating. She was leant forward on the bed, her ample breasts pushed together by her elbows. Another button on her shirt seemed to have come undone, exposing an eye-popping view of cleavage. It seemed extraordinary that Marie-Claire's ripe young breasts didn't simply pop free of their confinement altogether. Will imagined catching them in his hands. He briefly found himself wondering whether he preferred this view or Marie-Claire from the rear. To really make an informed decision, he'd have to see both while the Parisian was in the nude...

He recalled with a start that Marie-Claire had spoken. Her foul language, picked up on the streets of Paris during her formative years, had been the despair of her finishing school. His mind was far away, or more accurately very close by, but he still felt he ought to say something.

"Watch out, or you'll be spanked again," he mock-threatened, raising and waggling his right hand. Of course, that would necessitate another application of the salve, which Will was by no means against. A curious thought struck him for the first time. Marie-Claire was supremely lithe and flexible. How was it possible that she wasn't able to reach her own buttocks?

"I'm afraid we'll need the Fraulein again," he continued. "I'm going to have her contact the Baron over the radio to call the attack off... and arrange for him to pick her up. But she won't be making that appointment... we will."


Will entered the lavishly-appointed bathroom of his stateroom. It included a massive sunken bath, white marble chased with gold, that was large enough for five. That brought another image to mind -sharing the bath with Marie-Claire -her young, nude body dripping with water, every inch of her skin within reach of his mouth and hands.

Will brushed his teeth, splashed water over his body and performed a series of Oriental calisthenic exercises designed to keep his body at peak condition. He deliberately took his time. Marie-Claire appeared grimly determined to share the bed (it was ridiculously large) and he hoped she'd have fallen asleep by the time he was finished. It would be torment enough to try to sleep next to her warm, scantily-clad form -to have her rolling and tossing beside him might push him beyond rationality.

At length, he emerged again, dressed only in his boxers.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire made a face at Will and stuck out her tongue when he threatened her with a spanking. "You should kiss my ass instead." She gave him a cheeky grin. "Is that what you like, Will Silence? Spanking? I remember you gave the Fraulein quite a smack." She raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm. And what makes you think she will cooperate with us?" But Marie-Claire was happy that Will said 'we.' She would take great relish in helping Will. This was very exciting. She rocked back and forth a little in her enthusiasm.

--

Will left to use the bathroom. Marie-Claire spent some time arranging herself on the bed for maximum seduction for when he returned to the room. She turned this way and that, arranged the bedclothes up and down, draped her shirt for the most provocative view. Without looking like a putain, of course. She laid back on the pillows and arranged her arms.

But the day caught with with her, she had been awake so early to sneak on board. Then there was all the excitement since she was found out.

When Will returned from the bathroom she was sound asleep looking like a cherub, her face soft and angelic. She was on the far side of the bed from the bathroom as if to make it easy for Will to join her in the large bed.

((I have a little something to say about them waking up in the morning if Will does decide he can handle being in that big bed with Marie-Claire.))

 

[Maka]

For all the mischief that animated her face and sparkled in her eyes while she was awake, Marie-Claire sleeping looked angelically innocent. This despite the disarray of the bedclothes exposing a generous scoop of cleavage, which moved up and down in hypnotic rhythm with her little breaths.

Will climbed into bed, his reluctance entirely overcome. He tenderly brushed a lock of dark hair away from Marie-Claire's beautiful face and looked down at for a moment, so tempted to lay a kiss on those slightly parted lips. He sighed, looking away, and composed himself for sleep. An old campaigner, he had soon drifted off.

 

[haremfaery]

As the night progressed, Marie-Claire moved closer and closer to Will seeking a heat source in the large bed, no doubt. Growing up on the street, she and the other urchins always slept huddled together for warmth and what comfort they could find in their cruel world.

She never had liked sleeping alone. It was one of the few things she missed about those days. The Rosenbergs had very strict rules about bedtime. She was not allowed to leave her room, let alone crawl into bed with them.

Marie-Claire was curled up with her back against Will when the morning came.

((You can decide just how cuddled up Will is with M-C, or if you think he would wake up if she moved against him in the night, then I can edit this. I expect he's a sound sleeper, but he is also no stranger to spending the night with a woman in his bed.))

 

[Maka]

Will was only half-awake. His dreams had been vividly erotic visions of Marie-Claire, bent over in front of him, head half-turned to regard him with wide, sparkling blue eyes and a mischevious little smile. His cock was as hard and thick as an iron bar.

Will felt a warm presence nestled against his tightly muscled chest. He gave a sleepy smile, letting himself still enjoy the dream. One hand drifted over Marie-Claire's body and underneath her shirt, where his fingers had fairly itched to go the evening before. They found a pair of firm, ripe young breasts. Will luxuriated in the feel, praying not to wake too soon.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire shifted in her sleep stretching her legs out. She leaned back against the warmth behind her and breathed a little sigh.

She dreamed of Will in the little alcove in the Fraulein von Ehrengard's room. Her back pressed against him, feeling his erection press against the small of her back. She tucked her ass to feel more of him. This time, they were not interrupted. His hand moved from her belly up to her breasts. His calloused but gentle hand cupped her breast. His fingers played across her nipple. She sighed again. The dream felt so real.

 

[Maka]

The dream Marie-Claire was responding hungrily to his caresses. She shifted her ass, letting Will's hard cock slide between her legs, to rest just below the warmth of her sex. He luxuriated in the feel of the smooth skin of her thighs against the head of his cock.

Meanwhile, his hands were busy with her perfect breasts. One hand traced across the curves of one firm, perky breast, gently kneading and stroking, waiting for the confirmation of the little sighs of delight and pleasure. Another tweaked the rosy nipple of the other breast, pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger, feeling his dream girl's arousal.

And his dream girl Marie-Claire was, in more than senses than one. Will could hardly bear the thought of waking now.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire moaned in her sleep. She squeezed her thighs tight and wiggled her ass against Dream Will. His hands were on her breasts exploring them and then he tweaked her nipple. Her eyes popped open and she hissed in a breath.

Growing up on the streets, Marie-Claire learned how to come fully awake when startled. She froze as she remembered her dream. She remained frozen as she realized it was not Dream Will who was caressing her, but the real Will Silence himself.

She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feel of his hands on her. She could not believe he was asleep. he must have woken because of her proximity and could not resist the nearness of her. She smiled and let out a sigh only just realizing she had been holding her breath.

 

[Maka]

Soft moans and gasps were issuing forth from Marie-Claire's lips, but Will was determined to make her scream with pleasure before he was done.

She was holding his cock tightly between her legs and pressing her smooth, tight buttocks against his chest. Will grinned, moving his hand to her midriff and pressing her ass inexorably against the solid muscle of his chest. With her pinned there, still wriggling delightfully against his chest and with her legs rubbing his erection, Will brought his free hand down, reluctantly leaving her generous breasts, and located her clitoris. He pressed down on it.

Meanwhile, he leant forward and pressed a feather-light kiss just below her ear, brushing aside a lock of her short-cut dark hair. This was followed by a longer and slower kiss along her cheek.

"The best dream I've ever had...", he whispered into her ear.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire let out a long loud moan when Will touched her most sensitive spot. She rocked her pelvis so that his finger moved against her.

Will's body was warm and hard at her back, his hands gentle and sure. And his cock...his cock was a rod of iron encased in velvet. She was desperate to touch it.

She sighed again when he kissed her below the ear. His hot breath sent a shiver through her body.

"The best dream I've ever had...", he whispered into her ear.

Marie-Claire could not contain herself any longer. She rolled in Will's arms to face him. "This is better than a dream, mon coeur." She whispered in French. She slid her arms around Will's neck and hooked a leg over his hip. She tipped her chin to give him a kiss full on the lips.

((Poor Will.))

 

[Maka]

Will's eyes widened in shock but he had no time to reply -Marie-Claire had wrapped both slender arms around his neck and was kissing him fiercely.

Reason was already starting to recede beneath the onslaught of her honey-sweet kisses and the naked desire in her eyes. Lust was roaring up inside him, blazing fiercely in his loins and the pit of his stomach.

She loves me.

It was just beginning to sink in and Will's first even semi-coherent thought was how absurdly lucky he was. The slender, dark-haired beauty was all his. It had taken him so long to even notice her -she had had years to find someone else, and eager men would not have been lacking. He was fervently thankful for her patience.

He drew back from her kisses. Marie-Claire frowned and the beginnings of a pout quivered on her irresistible lips. Will placed a finger on them, enjoying their softness and warmth.

"I love you," was all he said.

Then he ran his fingers through her dark pixie cut and pulled her head to his in an open mouth kiss. One hand went to her ass and pushed her up along his muscular chest until she straddled him, his long and heavy cock in the sweet flat space just below her bust, its sensitive head rubbing up against the perky ivory breasts. His finger resumed its work between her legs. He was determined not to break the kiss until he could hear Marie-Claire moan directly into his mouth with pleasure.

 

[haremfaery]

((I wasn't sure how Will would react... I thought he might still play the gentleman and refuse Marie-Claire.))

Marie-Claire was about to profess her undying love for Will, but he pulled her into a kiss that left no room for talking.

His fingers continued to tease and explore. She wriggled on top of him and moaned into his mouth. She pulled away from his kiss panting a little. "J'taime, Will. J'taime." She kissed him again. This was going so much better than she could have hoped.

She loved the feel of his manhood squeezed between the two of them. She could not be sure, since she had little experience with the male anatomy, but Will seemed rather large to her. She heard from the girls at boarding school that it hurt the first time. Feeling Will's manhood rubbing against her, she wondered how it would fit at all.

She lifted her bottom to give his wonderful hand better access and moaned again. She kissed his jawline.

 

[Maka]

Marie-Claire's shirt was now the only thing between them. Will lowered his hand and undid the remaining buttons one by one, letting her beautifully rounded breasts bounce free, their nipples hard with arousal. He let his hand swoop over them in sensual arcs, first one and then the other. Marie-Claire wriggled delightedly on his chest, short hard pants coming from her lips on the rare moments that they were not pressed against his.

Her happy squirming redoubled as Will let his fingers push further in. His finger and forefinger were now pushed inside the incredibly tight, hot, wet space, his thumb pressed hard up above. The head of his cock now rested between Marie-Claire's ample, creamy breasts, her every movement sending a thrill of pleasure to Will.

Will broke their kiss momentarily and felt a wave of sheer, unadulterated love and pleasure at the adoration in Marie-Claire's eyes. How could he have been so blind? But then if he'd realised earlier, could he ever have done anything other than spend all day and every day making passionate love to his wild, beautiful tomboy love?

A slight pout was crossing Marie-Claire's face at his delay in resuming the kiss. Will had other plans. A startled squeak burst from her lips as his hands went to her shapely ass, pushing her up his toned body until she was straddling his neck and he was kissing her thighs in a series of slow, teasing licks, each time working closer to her vagina.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire let Will move her however he wanted. She knelt stradling his head. He had pushed her up into the position. She clung to the padded headboard, rested her cheek against it and moaned aloud. Her breasts rubbed against the velvet fabric

He teased her with his tongue sending shivers down her spine, raising gooseflesh on her legs."Mon Dieu, Will." She breathed, "Do not torment me."

She had played with boys before, let a very select few get so far as to put their mouths on her private parts, delve their tongues into her private places. She knew how good it felt. She briefly wondered if Will would be disappointed in her if he knew. The Sisters of Perpetual Boredom certainly would be. They taught her that virgins received gold crowns in heaven, and faithful wives received silver ones. Marie-Claire decided she would rather have a party hat in Hell as long as it was Will teaching her all of the rest that she did not know about the ways of a man and a woman.

 

[Maka]

Will was determined to make up for his blindness.

Marie-Claire had been so patient with him, and he would show her his gratitude by using his body to give her every kind of pleasure imaginable, until he'd exhausted and ravaged her body with satiation and made her voice hoarse from screaming his name.

Now he lapped closer and closer, joyfully breathing in the sweet scent and honey taste of her arousal. He flicked her clitoris with his tongue again and again. His hands on her ass pushed her forward again, into his face, and rubbed her hard nipples against the velvet of the bedboard.

 

[haremfaery]

"Oh, Will." Marie-Claire moaned. She shuddered against his mouth. What a tongue he had. She raised and lowered herself, twisted this way and that against his mouth.

She groaned his name again. She had wanted to be with Will for so long. She felt something building inside her, something powerful. "Will, mon Dieu. Mon Dieu!" She gasped out rapid fire French that ended in a loud squeal as she tightened her legs against his head. "Enough! Enough!" She shuddered and bucked against his mouth.

Maire-Claire panted. Her face pressed to the headboard. "I am dead. You have killed me." She moaned in French when she finally came back to earth.