Shut Up- Citizen Chauvelin (The Scarlet Pimpernel 1982)

                                    

                                          
𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤
Y/N watched tiredly as her husband paced the room, ranting to himself about some English Aristocrat named Percy Blakeney. Y/N had seen him around at social events held by the noblemen and women of Europe. Normally, he stole the show, using satire to his advantage to captivate the other nobles in nets of humour that left them only wanting more.
Y/N thought he was a bit extra, but other than that, he seemed like a decent man. Her husband, Citizen Armand Chauvelin, however, did not think that at all.
"He is so suspicious," he muttered to himself as he thought furiously. "And now I have him and that 'Scarlet Pimpernel' hooligan to deal with! What a cruel world!"
Y/N cleared her throat from her perch on his desk. "My love, if I may-"
"I need to find a way to expose him, find some dark secret that will ruin Percy... yes, yes, that's what I must do..."
She scoffed, not one to be ignored. "Darling, please, just let me-"
"And then that Pimpernel character... the militia needs to go through more training to catch a mastermind such as him-"
"ARMAND! SHUT UP!" Y/N shouted, startling her husband to a halt. She rarely ever raised her voice at him.
Armand scowled. "What did you just say to me?"
"I told you to shut up! Close your mouth! Quit blabbering!" Y/N repeated, jumping to her feet. "I am tired of hearing about Percy and the Pimpernel constantly! It is all you ever talk about, all you ever care about!"
"What is your point?" Armand asked flatly. "They are a big problem, they need to be dealt with."
"My point is, is that it will happen, but you don't need to spend all of your time on it, working on it all day!" She told him, her voice cracking slightly.
Armand shook his head. "This is my priority. Resting is a waste of time."
Y/N sighed defeatedly. "I can't remember the last time I slept with you, Armand. The last time you held me in your arms. The last time you kissed me." She grazed her fingers over her lips and bit back tears.
"I-I just haven't had the opportunity," he stated, trying to stay firm, but he was beginning to feel bad.
"You just don't care anymore!" Y/N sobbed, sinking to the floor as she dissolved into tears, unable to hold them back. All of her emotions from the past couple of months of being ignored other than being used as a prop for parties spilt out of her. "My few, simple needs are not being met!"
Armand couldn't keep up his tough act anymore. He rushed to her and kneeled, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "I do care! I care so much, I am so sorry," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I have been a terrible husband. I shouldn't have been using you as just a prop to hold my arm at parties to show you off. That's what all those other insolent noblemen do. But you and I are different. We're in love," he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her shoulder. "And I couldn't have gotten luckier. I overlooked my fortune... but now I want to give her the attention she deserves. Please. Give me another chance."
Y/N wiped her tears away and looked up at him. She could tell that he was being sincere, more than sincere. And while it hurt that it took him this long to realise what he had been doing to her, it was refreshing to feel his lips on her skin again.
She tilted her head up and gently kissed him, cupping his cheek in one hand and running her fingers through his hair with the other. Armand melted into the kiss, reciprocating it with just as much passion until she pulled away.
"Am I... forgiven?" he asked tentatively.
Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around him. "Just don't let it happen again. I was scared that I'd lost you to madness."
"Never," Armand assured her, kissing her hair. "Can I show you something?" he asked, scooping her up into his arms and standing.
"What is it?" Y/N inquired as he carried her to the bed and gently set her down.
He took her hand and kissed it. "How much I care for you?"
Y/N blushed and smiled softly. "Of course."
Grinning, Armand stripped Y/N's nightdress off and placed it on his desk. He then got between her legs and began to kiss her thighs, squeezing them as he did so. He then lifted her thighs, spreading them apart in the air. "Can you hold them like that?"
"Of course," Y/N giggled, wondering what he had in mind.
He took his vest and shirt off before climbing on top of her and pressing their bodies together. "I love you so much," he murmured, his hot breath hitting her ear and sending shivers down her spine.
Armand squeezed her breasts and thumbed her nipples. His movements were slow and relaxing. As he continued to knead them, he sucked on her breasts as well.
"Oh, Armand!" Y/N moaned lightly, her breathing getting heavier.
He smirked at this reaction and maintained eye contact with her as he moved back down between her spread, lifted legs.
Slowly, he began to lick her clit, which made her eyes roll back. With each lick, he went deeper, and her moans got louder.
He soon began to pick up his pace, bringing his hands up to steady Y/N's shaking legs. When he came up for a breath, he looked at her expression.
She whined softly. "Please, keep going!" she panted, gently pushing his head back down so he would resume.
Armand did not disappoint, licking and exploring every inch of her clit.
Y/N began to sweat, and her core tightened from the pleasure he was giving her. Suddenly, she released her juices all over his face.
Armand chuckled, sending vibrations through her body as he licked up her juices, not leaving a drop behind. Some of it was dripping from the corner of his mouth as he sat up and gazed lovingly at her. "I hope my actions spoke louder than my words, my love."
Y/N lowered her shakey legs and crawled forward onto her knees to sit beside him. She licked up the cum dribbling down to his chin until she reached his lips and connected them for another passionate kiss.
He pushed her back so she was lying down and he pressed them flush together, never breaking the kiss.
Y/N wrapped her arms tightly around him, never wanting to let go. She loved him so much.
When he pulled away, Y/N allowed him to roll off of her. She snuggled up next to him with her back to his chest and he felt his arms snake around her. "I've missed this," he admitted, kissing the back of her neck.
Y/N closed her eyes and yawned. "Me too..."