A Time and Place for Us

Nellie Lovett, loved at last?

I hope you like this chapter, lovelies! Shagging ahead 😏 

Credit for the most perfect fanart ever that serves as the chapter's cover goes to the super talented Bunnywho. 

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People said that sometimes a kiss spoke louder than words, and that was what Sweeney tried to accomplish as he poured his soul into the heated kiss he was sharing with Eleanor. All the anguish, the fears and the doubts and the lingering pain simmering away as he abandoned himself to his love for her. The magnitude of it overpowered any other feeling.

And he wanted her to know it.

He was no longer in it to merely sample the delights of her pliant body; no, he actually hadn't been that selfish for quite some time, even if he was too much of a coward to tell her. They still had to work on that, on communicating his feelings and providing a safe space for her to communicate hers, but at the present moment, he was content with letting his body do the talking.

Their mouths moved in a torturous rhythm that had Nellie Lovett's mind in a haze. Wetness was seeping through her bloomers, heat spreading like a wildfire across her chest and deep down in her belly. A thumping heart and a tingling body, that was what she'd been reduced to. But she didn't mind, she didn't want those silly fears and more unwanted memories to ruin this moment. She wanted to vanish them all so she could feel alive again.

Because life is for the alive. And he hadn't succeeded in killing her.

His hands all over her body kept eliciting high pitched moans out of her, sending wonderful vibrations into his mouth. But his ministrations were different this time, gentler than she remembered and more focused on her pleasure points than they'd ever been. Nellie had long accepted the term "making love" was nothing but a coined phrase on his part, but she was almost certain now that he somehow cared about her and that was more than she could say of most of the men she'd ever been with. She could feel that care in his caresses, and she loved it.

Him.

Begrudgingly stopping his attack on her mouth, he took a step back and crouched down to grab at the hem of her burgundy dress. He lifted it up to help her take it off, before he did the same with her bloomers, leaving her marvellously bare for him. He wasted no time in tracing the beautiful curves of her body, from her lovely ankles and her toned calves up to her fleshy yet shapely thighs, her rounded bum and her taut stomach, all the way to her magnificent breasts.

He held them in his palms, squeezing gently before bowing down to kiss them. He nipped gently at her hardened peaks before sucking them into his mouth, making her moan even louder.

"Oh, love, it feels so good. Oh!" she purred. She'd always loved it when he paid attention to her breasts as it was one of her most sensitive areas, but today they felt even more tender. She supposed she had to thank their baby for that.

As if reading her mind, Sweeney let go of her bosom to go southwards and placed a soft kiss on her belly. He loved their child, just like he did its mother, and the significance of his gesture brought tears to Nellie's eyes. Before she lost the battle against them and released them like rivers down her face, her lover moved to apex of her tights and without a warning, he dove in.

A tsunami of pleasure came over her and in less than a minute she was already coming undone. She was very experienced in the amatory arts and had built some stamina over the years. Furthermore, it was not the first time someone had eaten her out—nor the first time Sweeney was eating her out—so it was unprecedented that she'd lose control so fast. But she had no complaints, it felt delicious.