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She's kissing him ravenously, like she wants to eat him alive, and when she digs her fingers into the collar of his shirt and yanks him up against her, there's a burst of sensation deep in his chest that he had almost forgotten. Twenty-two years. It had been twenty-two years, and he was finally making out with a woman again. Making out with…oh, man. He was making out with Hetty. And she had started kissing him. Hetty had come onto him! This was so weird. It was super, ridiculously weird.
But also.
Hetty groaned into his mouth, a deep, guttural noise rising up from the back of her throat, and fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing in the entire goddamn world. Hetty. Hetty who just did that. It was Hetty Woodstone who was slipping her tongue into his mouth, whose hands clutched at him and had smooshed him up against her and was grinding herself up on him and–
Well. Okay. It wasn't the best kiss in the world. She clearly didn't know what she was doing. Which he probably should have expected, especially after actually meeting her rat of a husband. But the fact that it was Hetty doing it…
Wow, yeah. The weirdness of the situation was definitely doing something for him. His brain felt like it was turning into a big stupid puddle of horny goo. What had seemed completely off limits for so long was suddenly an open door right in front of him, was asking for it, taking it, making desperate little sounds and knocking her teeth against his...this was super fucking hot, actually. He'd analyze that thought later though, tucked it up into the tiny corner of his brain that was still managing to think about anything other than the way her cold palms felt cupping his face, or the way her trim nails were digging into his skin as one of her hands left his jaw to clutch at the hair at the back of his head and tug.
His knees felt weak. He was not being smooth or cool about this at all, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. It had been so long. He slowly started sinking downward into the kiss, pressing up against Hetty as he went instead of trying to keep himself on his feet. She followed him down as he went, melting against his touch as her dress pooled around them when they hit the ground, draping over his legs. He pulled her up against him, clinging tightly to her. She groaned into his mouth as he did, so he squeezed her harder, groaning as her hands clutched at his hair.
When they finally pulled apart, breathing heavily, a tiny thrill shot down his spine at the look on her face. Her lips were wet and kiss-swollen, her face was blotched pink, her pupils were blown wide...Wow. Wow.
Hetty was, like…sexy? Fuck, that was such a weird thing to think. This was Hetty Woodstone. But she was. That pinched, just-sucked-on-a-lemon look she always seemed to have had dropped entirely from her features, and without it, she looked so…different. Pretty. That scary (and hot) boss lady thing she always had going on was still there, clearly, one of her hands still fisted into his hair in a way that almost hurt a little bit, but she felt…
Well, if he was honest with himself, she mostly just felt like someone he really, really wanted to keep kissing right now, and if the firm grip she now had on his tie was anything to go by, the feeling was mutual. She was staring at him intently with her mouth slightly parted, yanking on it, trying to get him to come back to her with a petulant, frustrated little noise.
Hetty. Desperate for him. Wow. He had fallen down some kind of a rabbit hole, he was pretty sure, but no way in hell was he about to try and climb his way back out.
Trevor grinned at her, and ran his hands down her chest, gliding across the smooth fabric of her dress. He settled his hands as close to her hips as he could get before the weird fluffy butt part of her dress got in the way, another thrill sparking through him with the realization that he was touching Hetty's hips. He leaned in towards her again, and when she didn't pull away– score- he pressed a wet kiss to the side of her jaw.
She let out an honest to god whimper, letting go of his tie and his hair so she could grab at his shoulders to hold him there as he worked his way along her chin and down to her neck. He moaned as he pressed open mouthed kisses down the length of her throat, not caring that her high lace collar was keeping him away from her skin, and by the way she was grinding up against him as he did it, she didn't seem to care much either.
"Trevor-" she gasped out, and oh wow, her voice sounded so husky, so hot. He wanted to hear her say his name again. "We should-" she cut off into another deep whine as he licked up under her chin, sucking at it a bit before pressing another kiss there. "Oh-"
He pulled back from her, grinning smugly. She puffed out a breath, looking almost a little dizzy, and that was enough of an ego boost for him to feel himself start to harden against his leg. He distantly wondered if she could feel it through her dress, and wasn't entirely sure if that would be a bad thing or not. This was so weird.
"Good?" he asked, and he felt a twinge of pride that it took her a moment to respond.
"Not- not so bad," she said. She sounded out of breath, and he beamed at the praise, which he was pretty sure the best that Hetty knew how to give.
"So, do you, uh," he reached out a hand, trailing a finger along her cheek. She pressed her own hand down on top of it, trapping it there and pushing into the contact, eyes fluttering closed with a moan. His eyes widened, choking on his words. What was happening.
It took him a moment to recover, his heart stuttering. "Do you- uh. Do you want to do this? Actually do this? You and me?" She peeked her eyes open as he gestured between them with his free hand. "Us?" He watched, delighted, as a glint appeared in her eyes. She pulled away from her face, and reached out to stroke both of her hands down his chest.
"Yes. Yes, I want this," she fucking purred- why had he never noticed how sexy and deep her voice was before now, holy hell- and leaned in so close that their noses almost touched. "I want this, very much." He only had a moment to think wow, her eyes are really pretty- before she was shoving him away from her, hard.
Trevor tossed out a hand to break his fall as she pushed him flat on his back onto the floor, confused by the sudden rejection before he caught the fiery look in her eyes. Relieved that he hadn't misstepped, he beamed up at her and relaxed back how she wanted him, letting her take the lead, desperate to see where she wanted to go with this. This was already more than he had been expecting, and he found himself being more than okay with her calling the shots. He watched, amazed, as she pulled the skirts of her dress up just enough so that she was able to plop herself down on over his hips, straddling him, and fuck, yep, her thigh was pressing right up against his dick.
He sucked in a shaky breath at the contact, his hands scrabbling to find purchase on her waist. Hetty paused, staring at him in momentary confusion at the reaction before she glanced down at where she was sitting on him, almost like she hadn't noticed where she was. A devious, catlike grin crossed her face, and she, Hetty, wriggled herself in his lap. Holy shit.
"Guh- Hetty-" he gasped out as she bent almost completely over him. He hadn't even realized she could bend herself over that way, always so stiff and proper, like she had something shoved- his thoughts scattered as she grabbed at him, eating at his mouth without any real method behind it again, sloppy and imprecise and reeking of inexperience. Trevor couldn't find it in himself to care at all as he kissed her back, looping his arms around her waist and letting his hands play with the loose fabric of the back of her dress. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands clutching his cheeks again as she held him right where she wanted him. This was so hot. She was so hot. He was going to die all over again. Fuck, this was incredible. He had missed sex so much.
Hetty started to grind her hips against his, in just the right way so that her leg kept rubbing up against his dick, keeping it pressed between them, hot against his belly. The slightly scratchy fabric of her weird old timey underwear was giving just the right amount of friction as he shifted up into it. The pressure felt absolutely amazing, it had been so long, and he-- oh, shit, shit, wait, hang on, no, he was going to- no, no, no no no-
They both froze as they felt Trevor's dick jump between them, and the sudden burst of warmth that wet through Hetty's pantalettes told them everything they needed to know in the few seconds it lingered before being ghosted away. Trevor groaned, and pulled his hands away from Hetty's waist to bury his face in them as she pulled out of their kiss, humiliation surging through him and making his entire face heat up. He could feel her staring at him.
"Hetty, oh my god, I'm so- I didn't-" he gasped, dragging his hands down his face and risking a glance up at her. Trevor watched in despair as her shoulders slumped, the disappointment written clearly on her face. Fuck. "I don't usually- I've never- I swear this hasn't happened before, you're just so- and I-"
"That's...alright," she said flatly, cutting him off as she awkwardly lifted herself up on off his lap. His face burned as the movement jostled his dick uncomfortably, still sensitive, and the pouf of her skirts moving away revealing the scene of the crime made him want to die. Again. He wanted to sink through the floor. Was pretty sure maybe he could, if he tried hard enough. His first chance at sex in twenty-two years- her first chance at sex in, like, over a hundred years, or something insane like that, and he had already blown it. Literally.
It was fine. It was fine! His refractory period was great, there was other stuff they could do in the meantime, and she- wait. She was starting to move away from him as she rose to her feet, adjusting her dress as she went. She was...what was she doing?
"Hang on- where are you going?" Trevor asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows and wincing a little at how desperate and high pitched his voice sounded. Fuck. Reign it in, man, come on. Hetty paused, giving him a confused and- aw, nooooo- annoyed look.
"Back to my room," she said, frowning at him and narrowing her eyes a bit. "Why?"
"Well, you haven't had- didn't you want a turn?" he asked. She had seemed so ready to go. Why did she want to leave already? Had he offended her, in some way? Was nutting too soon some weird Victorian offense he didn't know about? Sure, it was embarrassing, but...
Hetty stared at him, her face a mask, and Trevor stared back, holding his breath.
"A turn," she repeated, arching an eyebrow at him, and oh, thank god, he could hear the curiosity in her voice. He could save this. Trevor nodded, way too quickly, way too desperately, but couldn't find it in himself to care. He really, really wanted her to stay, couldn't let her walk away thinking that that was the best T-Money could do, especially since she had seemed so into it, so excited. All of his stories would be forever ruined, for one thing, and for another...he was really enjoying doing this with her. He liked this bizarre new side of Hetty. She was fun.
Hetty tilted her head to the side, almost like a dog, as she studied him, eyes searching for something, but he wasn't sure what. It was stupidly cute, which was another bizarre thing he never thought he would ever think about Hetty, until he realized she was boldly staring down at his lap, where he was still fully on display.
"Even though you've already had your...release?" Trevor quickly yanked down on his shirt, ignoring the small quirk of her lips that it pulled out of her before the expression was quickly flushed back down into a more irritated one. "You still...want to?" She sounded skeptical.
Oh. Oh. Of course she thought it was over already. Elias probably always...she probably had no experience with anything else. Didn't realize there could be anything else. Right. He felt like an idiot for not thinking about it, and his desire to show her a good time suddenly doubled.
"Yeah, of course," he said, "just because I, uh...it doesn't mean it has to be over. There's other stuff we can do to make you feel good, too. For as long as you want." She frowned. "Unless- unless you want it to be over, of course!" he tacked on quickly, throwing his hands up nervously as he pushed himself to his feet. Her staring down at him like that was doing things to him that his body was nowhere near ready for just yet; best to get back on a level playing field. "If you don't want to anymore that's, you know, totally fine, you can leave! But, uh, yeah. I'm still down if you are." He quirked his eyebrows up at her, waiting, hands still held up placatingly.
She made a tiny hrrm sound in the back of her throat, and he watched as she clasped her hands together in front of her stomach, biting down on the inside of her lip and rocking back on her heels a bit. He held his breath, waiting.
"What...sort of other stuff?" is what she finally seemed to settle on, and Trevor mentally punched the air as she moved back over towards him, that curious and heated look flaring back to life in her eyes. Yes!
"Didn't you talk to Flower about these things? She said that she had taught you about all kinds of...you know," he asked, reaching out to hold her hand once she was close enough to him. He lifted it up to his face, kissing at her fingers.
"Well, she- oh, mmm, we primarily discussed...how one could, ah, with...with themselves-" she cut herself off with a small splutter, staring at their joined hands, and Trevor was delighted to see that her face was reddening, a soft flush that traveled down her neck and up into her ears. He smiled at her in what he hoped was a reassuring way, twisting her hand over to kiss her palm, holding eye contact with her. She watched him, rapt. The gesture seemed to almost be doing more for her than anything else had, so he did it again, wetly trailing his way up to her wrist.
"I'm surprised she didn't give you a demonstration," he said when he pulled back. She puffed herself up, giving a funny little shake of her shoulders that made him grin.
"She certainly offered!" she exclaimed, sounding aghast. He bit back a laugh, knowing she would take offense to it instead of understanding why, and smiled at her instead, reaching out to trace a hand down her jaw, since she seemed to have liked it so much the first time. As expected, she pushed into the contact with a throaty hum, almost like she couldn't stop herself from doing so if she tried.
"Yeah, I'm sure she did. Right, well, a lot of the stuff you can do with yourself is the same stuff you can do with someone else," he said, "and some of that stuff is- uh. Well, girls have told me the other stuff is- that it can be better than if we just...I don't have to use my, uh..." he gestured between them, stumbling over his explanation. Trying to find a way to explain this to her in a way that wouldn't offend her or be too confusing was tricky, despite her apparent openness to it. She was watching him with interest, so he skipped over it. "Do you want to try?"
She was quiet, thinking it over for a few seconds, and he let her, patiently watching as she seemed to be warring with something inside of her mind. She swallowed.
"If you say that I...Elias...he never was concerned with if-" she paused, glancing down at her hands. "Yes. Yes. I want to try...whatever it is you have in mind." She lifted her chin, settling her shoulders back and leveling a stare at him. "Show me."
He beamed at her, and pulled her in for another kiss. She melted into it with a soft little sigh, and allowed him to guide her backwards over to the armchair by the window. He gestured for her to sit as he broke their kiss to start making his way down her neck again, leaning over her as he pushed the lace of her collar down so he could suck at the side of her neck properly this time. She shivered and let out a whine, grabbing at the back of his head with both hands, holding him there. He grinned against her skin and obeyed the silent request; he had said as long as she wanted, and he meant it, lavishing at the spot just under her jaw until her hands relaxed and she allowed him to continue his exploration.
He kissed down her throat, slowly sinking to his knees in front of her as he went and tracing his hands down along her sides. She squirmed, making a weird, choked wheezing sound, and he paused, immediately filing that information away for later. He didn't linger on it, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the fabric over her stomach.
Right. Down to business.
"I'm going to use my hands. And my mouth. On your...er..." she quirked an eyebrow at him, but if anything she looked amused by his fumbling, that was good. "If that's okay?" He watched her closely. She seemed nervous, by the way the corners of her mouth had tightened, just a bit. "If you don't like it, we'll stop, alright? Just say the word, and we'll stop, and we can talk about it if you want to, okay? You're the boss."
She seemed confused, for a moment, a flicker of...something he couldn't quite place crossing her face, but then it was gone as quickly it had come, and she reached down with one hand to cup his chin, stroking her thumb over his cheek. She nodded, sharp and firm, and wordlessly settled back against the cushions. He watched as she sucked in a deep breath before spreading her legs apart, just enough to make room for him between them.
He smiled at her, and before he could stop himself, he gave her a little mock salute that had her rolling her eyes and sighing. He lifted up her skirts, ducking up under them and letting the layers drape down over his shoulders, keeping it all propped up just enough to let some light in so he could see what he was doing. And- oh. Wow. Oh wow.
For all the grief she had given him over the years for his state of attire, after all the irritation she had directed his way for having his boys out on "her" furniture...to suddenly find out she had also been feeling the breeze under her massive dress the entire time...holy shit.
Hetty Woodstone, ice queen lady of the house, had been wearing crotchless granny panties this entire fucking time. Well, it certainly was going to make this entire thing a lot easier; he had been trying to figure out the logistics of how to shuffle her clothing around without them poofing back into place, and he sent a silent word of thanks to the bizarre aesthetics of the Gilded Age for making his sex life a hell of a lot easier.
He already knew he wanted to do this with her again, but if it turned out she didn't, this information was more than enough to keep him going for the next twenty or so years. He ran his hands up and down her stockinged thighs, giving her a few moments to get aquainted to the sensation of having him down under her skirts. She wiggled a bit, making a breathy sound, but didn't protest, and he found himself grinning as he leaned in.
This was amazing. She was amazing. He had to admit, he had never been with a woman who was natural down there before, but he quickly realized he didn't care about it at all. All he could think about was that this was her her her.
He groaned at the taste of her. He had never understood why so many guys refused to do this, why his bros had always seemed so grossed out whenever he mentioned it. It was probably one of his favorite parts, and he knew that it was usually appreciated. Very much appreciated, if the guttural moan Hetty let out at the first touch was anything to go by. Fuck, she was so wet, and he felt a surge of relief to know that it all had been working for her earlier, that he hadn't been doing anything she didn't like. The reassurance that she really was just as turned on as he was spurred him on.
He started out with soft and slow tentative little licks, keeping in mind that Elias had probably never done this for her, not wanting to overwhelm her. He knew this was the right choice when her hips bucked up into his face almost immediately. He laughed into her, which made her whine, and he reached out his hands to gently cup the underside of her thighs. He maneuvered them up and over his shoulders, propping her up so that she could clench her legs without pushing him away, giving her some more stability. Those boots looked sharp, and he really didn't want to accidentally get kicked by them.
"Is this okay?" he asked, taking advantage of the momentary pause, and she groaned again, annoyed, trying to push herself back up into his face. Fuuuuck, that was hot.
"Y- yes, yes, I- it's...keep going," she breathed out, sinking down into the chair a little. "More. Now."
Shit. His cock gave a little twitch at that, and he bit back a whimper of his own, quickly getting back to work, licking slowly up the length of her with a broad, flat sweep of his tongue that had her whimpering and melting fully down into the chair. God, he wished he could see her face right now; he imagined her with her eyes closed in bliss, biting down into her lip, trying to stop herself from making all those little breathy, whiny noises that kept coming out anyways, but unable to control them. He wanted more.
He continued the soft, even strokes for a few more moments before deciding she had probably been warmed up to the sensation enough, and started to apply some more pressure. She writhed above him, her legs squeezing around him ever so slightly. God, she was so responsive, it was so hot.
He directed himself upwards, and swirled his tongue around her clit, once, twice. She moaned, deep and throaty, and rotated her hips down into the contact, rubbing herself into his face, so he did it again, giving it another swirl before drawing the nub into his mouth and sucking on it, gently drawing his tongue across it as he did so. She keened, and he felt her grabbing at his head through the layers of her dress, hands scrabbling for purchase before latching onto his shoulders.
"Oh-" she whimpered, "more- more. Trevor- don't st-" she cut herself off with another desperate whine, digging her fingers into him. It hurt, just a bit, but he took it as a compliment. He wished desperately that he could get her dress off so that she could get her fingers back into his hair again, that had been amazing, he had never realized just how hot having his hair pulled on could be.
He kept at it, keeping an ear out for every shaky inhale, every whimpered direction for more, or there, right there- that she directed his way. She might have been nervous about the whole thing, but she had caught on quickly and knew exactly what she wanted. He followed her commands to the letter, alternating between gently licking up her length and suckling on her clit, daring to apply the faintest touch of his teeth. She nearly shot up off the armchair when he did so, and he allowed himself the laugh this time as he firmly pressed her back down into it, trying to help her not slide off as she sunk down, boneless and panting, letting out a breathy giggle of her own.
Hetty. Giggling because of him, not at him. This was so weird.
He smoothed his hands up and around her thighs as he worked, giving her a soft squeeze, wishing he could feel the warmth of her skin instead of the odd texture of her underwear. There was a small lapse of silence after that, only punctuated by the wet noises he was making and her labored breathing before she spoke up, her voice shaky.
"Trevor...I feel- what's- oh-" she trailed off with a whimper, sounding out of breath, her voice muffled over the sounds of him working and the layers of her clothing between them. "Something fe- mmhphh..."
The words stuttered out of her as he reached a hand up, swapping his tongue on her clit for his thumb as he moved down her a bit. "Wh- what's hap-" she keened again as he gently probed at her entrance before slipping inside, just a bit. She ground down into the contact as he pressed gently down on her clit, giving it a soft little tug as he twisted his tongue inside of her. Her grip on him tightened, fingers suddenly digging sharp and deep into his shoulders through the layers of her dress, and she made a ragged gasping sound as he felt her thighs begin to shake around his head. "Oh- Trevohhh-"
Yessss! He grinned, still licking into her, but more gently now, using flat, soft strokes of his tongue to help ease her through it. He could feel himself hard against his leg again- thank you, incredible refractory power- and a very strong part of him hoped she might be up for a round two.
After a few more seconds, she stilled with a loud, wet, shuddering exhale. He wiggled back out from under her skirts, smug, pulling away from her hold on him and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Alright, Hetty! Was that alri-" he started, but cut himself off, startled, when he caught the look on her face.
She looked…scared.
What?
“Hetty?” he asked, confused. She didn’t respond, eyes squeezed shut and a pained, twisted curl to her mouth that made his heart leap into his throat. “Oh, shit, hey, Hetty?” He reached up, leaning forward on his knees to wrap his hands around hers, which were now clenched into tight fists around the fabric of her skirts. “Hetty, hey- what’s wrong, did- did I hurt you?”
She made another shuddering noise, forcing her eyes open, and Trevor felt his entire body go cold when he saw the faint beginnings of tears in her eyes. Hetty. Something was deeply, horribly wrong.
“What…what was-” she choked out as he managed to pry her hands loose, holding them tightly in his own and rubbing circles with his thumbs into her palms. She whimpered and clung back onto him with a desperation that was making his stomach twist. “What- what was that- I don’t…”
Trevor felt like he was going to be sick. Of course. Of course she didn’t know. Fuck. He remembered her even saying as much, months back, when she had been binging herself on everything in the fridge. Hetty was so tight laced, so stuck in the past, that it was usually impossible to forget she was so…old-timey. So unaware of things he took for granted, common knowledge.
But for the first time ever, caught up in the heat and the lust of it all, desperate to prove himself to her, show her a good time, he had…forgotten.
He had just given a woman from the 1800's her first ever orgasm, and she'd had absolutely no idea it was going to happen. Fuck.
"Hey, hey, no– hey, you're okay, everything's okay," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and low, to not upset her more. "You just...that was an orgasm, you're alright, everything's alright." Her fingers twitched, trying to clench, but his grip on her hands stopped her from digging her nails into her palms. "Hetty, I didn't think about it, I just...I forgot that you had never...I'm so sorry."
She didn't say anything, still staring down at him almost vacantly, but then she gave a short, jerky nod of her head, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly. He tugged on her hands, just a bit, trying to get her to come closer to him, but instead of just leaning forward like he expected, she slid herself down and off the chair, almost on top of his lap. Startled, he reached his hands out to balance her, and she collapsed against him, dropping her face between his neck and his shoulder.
He froze.
They had been all over each other, just moments before, but something about this, this eerie mimicry of how they had started, it was...different. More intimate, somehow, and he felt his face heat up, extremely grateful that her panic had immediately wilted his dick. Not the time. Not the time.
He shifted, adjusting himself so that she was resting up against him more comfortably, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, rubbing small circles along her back. Okay. He could do this.
Something about the fact that Hetty was turning to him for comfort, willingly still choosing to cling to him despite the sex being very much over...that she was trusting him with this, despite the fact he had only shown her that she probably shouldn't trust him....he was not about to mess this up.
He ran one of his hands up along her neck, gently scratching his fingernails along her hairline, just under the lace of her collar. She made a quiet noise into his shoulder, pressing into the contact.
They stayed like that for a bit, with her breathing heavily into his neck and him murmuring reassurances at her, trying to help ease her down from the moment of panic, stomach crawling with guilt that this out of character display was because of him. Things had been going so well, too, but he just had to go and...ugh. He held her tight, the way she had liked before, and she gradually relaxed into his embrace. He listened as her breathing started to even back out, keeping pace with his own, syncing back up with him as she calmed.
After a few more moments, she shifted against him, drawing herself back a bit so that they were face to face again. Her cheeks were blotchy, and she shifted in place, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
"I...I apologize for that outburst, Trevor, I'm...I'm not sure what came over, me, I..." she trailed off, hugging her arms around herself as best she could in her tight sleeves. She wouldn't meet his eyes. He reached out, rubbing up and down her arms.
"Hey, no, don't apologize, it's okay, it was...that was a lot," he gave an awkward little laugh, unable to help it. "I think anyone would have freaked out in your shoes. I'm sorry, Hetty. I'm really sorry. I should have thought to tell you, before we..." he gestured between them. She shrugged, unfolding her arms from her middle to drop them limply down into her lap, shifting uncomfortably.
"It's...it's alright, Trevor. It's not your fault," she said, and he watched as she twisted her fingers a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought. She still looked uneasy, off-kilter, but when she finally took in a deep breath and looked up to meet his eyes, her face had relaxed, and she had a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Oh, thank god.
"So did you, uh. Did you like it, then?" he asked, feeling like a stupid middle schooler as soon as it was out of his mouth. God, what was wrong with him?
"It was quite the experience," she hummed, and then gave a little shake of her shoulders, seeming to finally come back to herself. He grinned, reaching out to cup her cheek in his hand, and she leaned down into it with a little purr, closing her eyes. "Thank you, Trevor, for...and for not..." she bit her lip, embarrassed again, but he just smiled at her, rubbing a circle onto her cheek with his thumb.
"Yeah, Hetty. Of course. Any time."
Her cheeks flushed at that, and she leaned back a bit, looking like she was about to say something else- when there was a loud crashing noise from downstairs that made them both jump, heads instantly swiveling to stare at the open doorway as peals of loud laughter followed it.
He felt Hetty tense up under his hand as they both came to the very, very sudden realization that they had just done all of that with the door open.
Oh, my god. They were so lucky nobody had come upstairs. They could have been walked in on at any time.
Actually, that thought was kind of...super hot. Woah. He turned back to Hetty, about to comment on just that, but she had an ashy look of distress on her face. He clicked his mouth shut. The playful Hetty he had been growing to enjoy had been completely wiped from her body language in an instant, and he felt his heart sink in his chest, watching as she seamlessly shifted herself back into Hetty Woodstone, Lady of the House.
"The others are going to wonder where we are," Hetty muttered, and she quickly pulled herself away from him. He reluctantly let go of her, watching as she somehow managed to gracefully get to her feet, despite her dress, flouncing it back out into its proper shape.
"Right, right. Yeah, of course," he said, but made no move to get up, staying where he was on the floor. He wasn't quite ready to go, just yet. She frowned at him, tilting her head a bit, but didn't comment on it, her mouth twisting uncomfortably.
"Yes. Well. Thank you for the lovely evening, Trevor. Goodnight," she nodded her head at him primly with a tight lipped smile, and clasped her hands together in front of her chest as usual. She turned to glide through the wall with a silent swish of her bustle, and he stared after her, confused, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Everything had been going so great. Sure, there had been a bump in the road there, well, two bumps, but they had recovered from both of them. Hadn't they? She had seemed so...happy. Relaxed. A side of Hetty that he hadn't even known had existed underneath all of that, one that smiled and giggled and wanted to touch him, wanted to let him touch her, and just like that, it was gone again, locked right back up like it was nothing.
He stared at the spot where she had vanished through the wall, without even a backwards glance.
Was it nothing?