"Must we?" you sigh. The thought of another soiree tonight - the second in as many days - is insufferable. Benedict's lips pause on your throat before he raises his head, shooting you a sympathetic smile, bemusement dancing in his eyes.
"Yes, I'm afraid we really must. It's my mother's gathering, so it is not exactly optional." He reasons with a slight head tilt. He doesn't particularly enjoy them any more than you do, but familial duty eclipses personal preference.
You twist your mouth into a skewed pout, which he categorises as adorable and returns to his ministrations.
"How about I find a way to make your morning a little more tolerable" he hums, his lips now running down your breastbone, the overnight stubble on his chin catching your skin slightly while he insinuates his warm thigh between your legs, pushing you harder into the mattress.
Well, this at least is some form of compensation, you reason.
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Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton
FanfictionOne-shot imagines I have written for Benedict Bridgerton. These are originally published on Tumblr and AO3.
