𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 that some bonds are as inevitable as the tides, drawing one and one together despite the constraints that bind them away from each other. Some cannot be escaped, others do not want to escape. But then th...
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IT IS DEFINITELY USEFUL to have a shed on the backyard that, unlike the rest of the rooms of the Bridgerton estate, has a lock. Siena and Eloise had thought it well through, and since they had escaped the ball mere moments before the rest of the ton started taking their leaves, they knew they had to take measures to make sure they would not be intruded in their... business. With Siena's body pressed against the wall of the dark shed, with Eloise's against hers, holding the small of her waist while connected from the lips, the two quench the thirst they'd been dying from for weeks on end. Their kiss is as passionate as one gets, profound and deeply rooted— fervent, one might say.
Siena's hands are entangled in Eloise's soft chestnut locks, her fingers weaving through with a kind of desperation that mirrors the kiss they share. The scent of wood and earth fills the air in the small, dark shed, mingling with the warmth of their bodies as they press closer, neither willing to pull away just yet. Eloise's grip on Siena's waist tightens, the soft fabric of her gown bunching slightly beneath her hands. The world outside might as well have vanished— the rustling of leaves beyond the estate mere white noise— none of it able to break the moment they have craved for so long.
Siena's breath hitches as Eloise shifted against her, deepening the kiss, their lips moving with a hunger that had been restrained for too many weeks. The air feels heavy between them, charged with the tension of every stolen glance, every unspoken word. Siena's heart races, the rhythm matching the flutter in her chest as she clings to Eloise like she is the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. Their kiss slows, growing softer yet no less intense, as if they were trying to savor every second before the spell breaks.
Finally, Eloise pulls back, just enough to allow Siena to breathe, her forehead resting lightly against hers. The shed is dark, but Siena can feel Eloise's eyes searching hers, questioning without words. A small streak of light entering through the door illuminates the glint of fire in her desperate eyes, one that is doubtful but tender. Eloise's fingers hover at Siena's waist, still holding her, still asking for more without saying a word.
Siena swallows, her pulse quickening at the unspoken request in Eloise's gaze. Eloise's lips part slightly, her breathing uneven, waiting, her eyes asking what words do not. For a long, silent moment, Siena holds her breath, her body still pressed to the cool wall, her heart torn between fear and desire. The answer lays in her gaze, soft but resolute, as she slowly, almost imperceptibly, nods.
Either way, the lightly puffed sleeve of her sage dress betrays her, sliding off her shoulder and reaching half her upper arm— pulling with it her other sleeve. Eloise is careful and gentle when helping the dress continue downward, her mouth agape as she admires her cleavage slowly revealing itself. The dress cascades downward when her fingers slither to her back and undo the buttons one by one, each faint click edging them closer to intimacy.
