The Duke and I - Post Episode 8 stories

Ice cream you scream

As the carriage strolled up to the front of Clyvedon house, Daphne felt her stomach flutter with nerves for two reasons. Number one being that the last time they were here, it was not on good terms, and second, she kept replaying Simon's words to her about kissing every inch of her body for hours once they could properly unite themselves. Simon gave her hand a gentle squeeze as they rounded the front gardens, and she dismissed the first reason as soon as he beamed his beautiful smile at her. They were better now, truly stronger than ever, having gone through all of the events of the past week. She had nothing to concern herself with, especially after their discussion during the journey here.
Simon had told her of his new vow, which was to live as the best side of himself, which he was whenever he was with her, and to bring joy to her as best as he could. If this meant children, then he said he would be thrilled to embark on that journey with her, despite his fears of her health throughout the pregnancy and delivery. Daphne felt full yet empty as he told her this, thinking of the mother he never got to know. She had not promised him she would be fine, because truthfully, you could never know, but she did promise him this: their love would conquer all, no matter the pressing times, it would reign through. Along with the fact that she was a Bridgerton, born to bear the strength needed to build a family, and she was meant to be a mother. It would all work out, as long as they were together she had told him. Although this would not ease his worries once she became with child, she knew that much, as he cared for her so deeply, more than anyone in this world. So, she would have to be strong enough for the both of them once that time came.
The carriage came to a halt, and reason two started ringing in her ears, setting all the nerves in her body in a frenzy. She needed him, sooner rather than later, it had been too long. Simon opened the door, and stepped out, his hand waiting to escort her through the carriage. As their hands touched, she could already feel the warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach. Simon kissed her hand, his eyebrow raising as he could feel the flush of her skin, he knew exactly what she was thinking. His lips lingered longer than they should've, as he parted them to taste the skin with his tongue. She would have taken him, right there on the steps if it weren't for the entire staff who were outside awaiting their arrival. As they walked up the steps, Daphne noticed a new maid, a girl who seemed as young as Daphne, her large hazel eyes, hair the colour of a white sand beach, the waves tied into a ponytail. Beautiful. Daphne had only noticed her because she was the only staff who kept her eyes on her husband, never averting her gaze, staring him up and down in appreciation. She had never felt jealousy that much before, but now it was coursing through her body, consuming all of her attention. Part of her hated herself for it, allowing this stranger to rile her up like this, but she couldn't help it. Her husband was gorgeous to the eye, and so much more beyond that, though she often felt she was below his standards of beauty. He deserved someone just as desirable as he is. Enough she thought to herself, he is my husband, and I am the Duchess, I shall stake my claim right now.
Daphne stopped right on the step the young maid was on, gave her a quick glance over, then turned to Simon who was watching her with curious eyes, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. She never liked kissing or showing any public affection in front of the staff, but she needed to make her point clear. This was her husband, and only hers, forever. Simon was shocked for a moment, but he never cared what the staff thought, so he parted her lips with his tongue, invading his way into her mouth. She felt her knees go weak, and pulled back breathlessly, turning to smile slyly at the maid. The girl rolled her eyes once Daphne turned, but Simon caught this, and pulled his wife tightly to his side as they continued up the steps. He would rid of her later, as much as he enjoyed the jealous side of Daphne, he did not want her feeling uncomfortable in their own home. Not that she had anything to worry of, for he only saw Daphne now. She lit his dull world, as she gave him everything he never knew he wanted.

As soon as they closed the door behind them, Simon's hands were all over Daphne. Going from unfastening her dress, stroking her hair, grabbing her ass, and pulling the strings of her corset. Daphne did her best to work her hands too, tossing his coat off his shoulders, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and roaming her fingers over his exposed chest. As Simon trailed hot breaths and kisses along her neck, she thought of an idea she had since he told her of his wish to pleasure her for hours. She had dreamt about it once, the way his tongue captured every ounce of ice cream on his spoon at the parlour during the beginning of their ruse, and how badly she wanted him to do that to her.