The Ungodly Hour~Anthony Bridgerton

part I: an ungodly hour

Songs:                                                                                                                                                                                    
Female Energy part. 2- WILLOW
Sending my Love (Spotify Singles) - Chloe X Halle
The Knife- Maggie Rogers

"Close your eyes" 

"But how will I know where I'm going if I do?"

"Don't you trust me?" 

"More than anyone, my lady," He cooed gently taking her dainty hand in his. They were rough and large. Delicately she intertwined her fingers within and across his long ones tracing each callus she could find. Reading his hand like a map. His grasp supported her as she climbed over the fallen bramble wood that littered the light deer trail.

Caroline loved when he called her his lady, even though technically she wasn't one. In title nor in spirit, at least not yet. 

"Then trust me and close your eyes already!" 

Caroline walked behind him. She reached out to grasp his shoulders intending to lead him forward. He was already so much taller than her and to truly grasp him she had to go on tiptoes. She remembered when she was taller than him. How long ago it felt but that was only five years prior. The evidence of how much he had grown– How much of a man he had become over the many years she'd known him was finally confronting her. Though she had fought so hard to deny it a strange tension bubbled within her starting from her pointed toes as if it was testing the waters of her satisfaction. 

Caroline lost focus in the moment and therefore her balance as her leather slippers wrestled in the fresh mud and she slid ungracefully into the young man's strapping back.

"This is already going poorly!" He giggled. Caroline tried to find stability, wrapping her hands beneath his arms, sliding them up his hard torso ever so slowly. Her inner tension built further and she tried to expel its unyielding growth with a long hollow breath. However, it did little to alleviate the strange sensation. She felt as though every cell of her body was slowly beginning to burn from within. She dare not allow her curious fingers to travel any further up his body to caress his chest. To do so would be most improper, even for their long friendship.

He shifted his weight awkwardly reacting in surprise to the intimate and foreign gesture. His large hands slid down to where hers rested just below his rib cage. His touch encouraged the forbidden sensation as her legs, nay her entire body ached in response. Screaming for relief Caroline couldn't articulate let alone understand.

He ripped her hands from his body. The loss of contact made Caroline whimper, barely audible, but to his delight, he did hear her. He spun to face the bewildered girl. A devilish smile like no other she had seen grew across his face. 

"Oh?" He asked innocently, his thick dark brow following the inflection. Eyes fixated upon her face, he allowed one finger to trace the soft skin of her cheek. Her quickened heartbeat echoed within her chest creating a strange sense of fear, however, she did not feel scared. 

"My lord, I–" Caroline was speechless mouth agape but longed for the caress to continue. His fingers rested dangerously close to her open mouth, and something wicked within her begged him to move them barely an inch and dote upon her lips. To take his robust finger in her mouth in intrusive overpowering sinful pleasure. The very idea of it nearly made her moan. It was if he could see this within her. His warm brown eyes invited her distracting fantasies with their penetrating gaze as she surrendered herself into his arms that found their way up her back.

She was at his mercy, suspended safely above the ground by his strong arms, allowing herself to succumb to his touch that grazed her back and delicate ribcage. Her breath was shallow and timid, unsure of the intentions of the man who compelled her so. His eyes broke away from their intimate contact and began to linger upon her soft pink lips. Then almost unconsciously with a hooded and hungry gaze, his eyes fell lower, to her neck, her collar bones, and to the soft white linen that hung seductively along her breast.