𝙗𝙖𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 ✹ felix catton.

▃▃ 𝖝𝖎𝖛.

𝕭𝖆𝖌 𝕺𝖋 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘,

chapter fourteen.

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𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 and Farleigh lounge on his bed, her leaning against the headboard while Farleigh lies on his stomach, facing his bedroom window.

In the quiet hours of the night, long after everyone else had retired to their bedrooms, Gabriette and Farleigh, the habitual night owls, found themselves awake. Each engrossed in their respective books, a companionable hush enveloped the room.

Suddenly, Farleigh's voice pierces the silence, "No way."

Startled, Gabriette lifts her head from her book, fixing her gaze on Farleigh, who is now intently peering out of the window into the dimly illuminated garden.

"What?" she inquires, abandoning her book and moving to join Farleigh at the edge of the bed.

Together, they observe a surprising scene: Venetia seated on a bench in a sheer nightdress, and Oliver kneeling in front of her. His hands disappearing beneath the fabric of her skirt.

"Well, well, well," Gabriette murmurs, her eyes widening in astonishment at Oliver's audacious actions.

As they continue to watch, the movements beneath Venetia's skirt elicit a reaction. She throws her head back, arching her back, while Oliver's hand travels up her torso. Two of his fingers slip into her mouth, a clear display of his dominance in the situation.

Gabriette breaks the silence with a chuckle, commenting, "Well, isn't that a show worth staying up for."

Farleigh laughs, propping himself up on his elbows."I suppose he's full of surprises. You think Felix has any inkling of this?"

Gabriette grins mischievously, "Oh, I highly doubt it."

"He will know after I tell him tomorrow," Farleigh states, prompting a mock gasp from Gabriette, who theatrically covers her mouth.

"This'll shatter his pristine image of his little friend. I love it," Gabriette says, giving Farleigh's shoulder a playful nudge.

Farleigh adds, "Felix is going to have a field day with this. Wonder if Oliver can talk his way out of it."

Gabriette grins, "It's about time someone shook things up around here."

"You stupid little boy," Farleigh adds.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌...

Seated around the garden table, everyone but Felix enjoys breakfast. Elspeth, concerned about her son's absence, questions Gabriette.

"Gabbie, darling, do you know where my son has gone to arrive late to breakfast?" Elspeth asks, and Gabriette, chewing toast, shakes her head.

Swallowing, Gabriette suggests, "Do you want me to go look for him?" Heads turn at her words, aware that leaving the dining table is typically forbidden. Despite this, Gabriette confidently offers her assistance.

"Yes, that would be wonderful, darling. Thank you," Elspeth replies, and with a suppressed smile, Gabriette pushes her chair back, heading toward the side of the house where Felix's room is located.

Entering Felix's room without knocking, Gabriette confirms her suspicions. Felix, perched on the bed, gazes out the window. He briefly glances back but remains silent. Gabriette approaches, placing her hands on his shoulders, running them down his chest, and then up his neck. One hand cradles his throat, turning it upward.

"Everyone is waiting for you at the breakfast table," Gabriette softly says, caressing his jaw.

"I don't feel like being around everyone right now," Felix states, holding her gaze. "I'd like to be around you, though."

Gabriette smiles at his cheesiness, rolling her eyes. Felix reaches behind him, grabbing her waist and pulling her onto his lap.

Gabriette squeals, holding onto Felix's shoulders. As she adjusts in his lap, Felix raises a short glass containing brown alcohol—whiskey, perhaps. Without hesitation, Gabriette opens her lips, allowing Felix to bring the glass to her mouth, tilting it for the liquid to flow in.

She makes a face from the sting of the alcohol, prompting a smug grin from Felix.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he mutters before leaning in and making their lips meet, setting off fireworks in Felix's mind, just like every time he kisses Gabriette.

Their lips collide in a fervent dance, the taste of whiskey lingering between them. Felix's arms encircle Gabriette, pulling her closer.

Gabriette breaks away, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you using flattery to distract me from the fact that you're avoiding breakfast?"

Felix smirks, his hands tracing patterns on her waist. "Maybe I just prefer the taste of you over bacon and eggs."

She chuckles, placing a teasing kiss on his cheek. "Such a cringey smooth talker."

"Only for you" Felix shoots back with a smirk, seizing the back of her neck and drawing her lips back to his, this time with a heightened urgency.

The kiss intensifies, growing deeper and more fervent. Felix maneuvers his body, maintaining the kiss as he positions himself atop Gabriette. Surprisingly, she relents, allowing him to take control for once.

Their bodies press together, the warmth of their closeness filling the room. Felix breaks the kiss momentarily, looking down at Gabriette with a smoldering gaze.

"You know," he whispers, his breath against her ear, "this might just be the best way to start the day."

Gabriette laughs, her fingers running through Felix's hair and pulling his lips to hers once again. Felix's hand slip under her top, skimming the seam of her bikini top.

He leaves Gabriette's lips and starts kissing down her body. All words become liquid and pool in her underwear, he leaves open mouth kisses down the length of her stomach and to her thighs.

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i was halfway through writing smut for this chapter when i realized i hated it and deleted it. i hate writing smut in thrid person. help.