Kanthony Imagines

First Bridgerton Ball

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"Are you excited to host your first ball, Lady Bridgerton?"

Anthony came to stand behind Kate, his arms wrapping around her front as she instinctively leaned back against his chest. 

She laughed softly. "In fact, I am rather nervous."

"Don't be. You will be a marvellous host." He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Your mother has taught me well, Anthony." They smiled at each other, and he held onto her a little more tightly, as if he didn't want to leave the comfort of their room to face all members of the ton downstairs. Neither did she, if she was being honest. The past few months had been pure bliss, and it would be so easy to pretend they were still honeymooning. To remain in the bedroom, closed off from the outside world, and be able to lose themselves entirely in each other.

His low voice broke her out of her reverie. 

"Have I told you that you look utterly gorgeous?" He murmured against her ear, making her blush.

He could see their reflection in the window, and he had to admit that they made a wonderful looking couple. They fit together perfectly, and his siblings usually made a comment on how they were a match made in heaven. He had always been known as a rake, which he supposed meant he was considered handsome; but Kate, she was simply stunning. Her gown tonight was a rich teal colour, and it complimented her skin tone exceptionally. If he could, he would ignore the havoc downstairs and remove it right this second. 

His fingers trailed further down the line of the dress of their own accord. He felt her tense beneath him, heard her breath hitch in her throat. It pleased him that she didn't remove his hand, or make any attempt to remove him at all.

"Anthony..." 

Her ragged whisper was more of a plea than anything else. He brought his other hand to her chin to gently tip her face towards his, and kissed her as though they had all the time in the world. That same hand then crept to join the other, grabbed a hold of her dress material and hitched up the skirt. It was as if he couldn't help himself. She moaned softly into his mouth, which did absolutely nothing to dampen his sudden wave of arousal. He groaned, and it was a low, animalistic sound which - he noticed with a smirk - caused Kate's eyes to flicker with desire. The skirts were lifted higher, granting access for the other hand, which had been stroking circles over the skin of her thigh for the past few minutes. He kept his eyes on her face in the reflection, saw her small sigh of retreat. 

"We cannot," she managed to say before his fingers found exactly where she wanted them to find. 

"I know," he rasped, pausing. "You cannot be so irresistable if you wish for me to not be... entranced, when we should be mingling with those awful, stuck-up folk downstairs."

She giggled, catching hold of his hand with hers and entwining their fingers. "You shouldn't refer to your brothers in such a way. And we really should be going."

"Bother." He brushed the back of his free hand over the skirt. "I cannot be blamed for the creases."

"I think you'll find you can."

He kissed the back of her hand in his. "I'm sure they will be set right by a dance."

"I could never say no to a dance invite from you, my lord," she said they made their way downstairs, arm in arm.