Covet - Miles Bridgerton's story

Chapter 14 - Dragonflies

NOTE: Happy Pride Month and release day of part 2 of season 3! After watching the first episodes I feel kind of bad for having married Cressida off to the nasty Lord Berbrooke in this series, but perhaps he does not care about her that much and she is allowed to live her own life in peace...

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The heavy rain had slowly died out and made room for the first tentative glimmers of the sunrise of a new day in the eastern skies of London. The smoke from hundreds of chimneys cut through the golden light, the same soft and wary light that tried to slink in through the velvety curtains of Geoffrey Dorset's bedroom. It was a perfectly fresh early morning after a storm that had now passed, but Geoffrey himself was much too occupied to notice it.

"Was it just me, or... Did the entire world collapse on itself for a moment there..." Miles wheezed out and was still clinging to Geoffrey's body after their most recent ecstatic finish.

"No... No it was not just you..." Geoffrey gasped, trying hard to catch his breath. "But what a nice metaphor, though. I would not have known how to describe it better myself..." He chuckled and rolled over on his back. Miles wrapped his arms around him, leaned his head against Geoffrey's sweaty heaving chest and tucked in his own legs and thighs between his.

"So... It was not like this with Cornelia?" Miles smirked, glancing up at Geoffrey, who cast him an amused look.

"No, it certainly was not..." He replied with a deep sigh and wrapped his own arms around Miles, too. "Oh, lord..." Geoffrey sighed again and wondered how long it would take for his heartbeat and breathing to calm down, or his entire body to stop throbbing. "It must be early morning already..." He mused, ran his fingers through Miles' dark curls and gave his forehead a kiss. Miles lifted up his head a bit and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Five thirty." He stated and dropped his cheek back down on Geoffrey's chest.

"Christ, we have been at it for hours... I do not think it was even close to midnight when you arrived here." Geoffrey sniggered and dug his hand into Miles' messed up hair again.

"Mm, you would think that two men would fall asleep right after the first round..." Miles chuckled and ran his fingertips over Geoffrey's thorax that was covered in fine light hair, in the same way as his thighs were, which Miles' fingers travelled next to and drew circles on.

"How could I fall asleep when you are here beside me, looking more handsome than anyone is allowed to..." Geoffrey smiled, caressing Miles' muscular back and shoulders.

"Oh shut up, you perfectly gorgeous angel of a man..." Miles smirked and kissed his chest.

"Miles...?" Geoffrey began. Miles hummed in indication of listening to him carefully, gave his skin another kiss and waited for him to continue. "When did you realise you had these feelings for me? Was it really already on that altar, during the wedding...?" He asked a bit warily and thought to himself what a strange coincidence it was that he had now, exactly two years later, got the blissful wedding night he would not have had with Amelia and did not have with Cornelia.

"It was already before that, honestly..." Miles replied, glancing up at Geoffrey. "I... I do not want to say that I took you for granted, but... I had somehow always thought you would be around and I... I loved having you around. Then, Amelia suddenly came into the picture and you seemed to be determined on marrying her, so I... I convinced myself it was Emily I wanted and not you, even though somewhere deep down I already knew that was not the case... That is why I hesitated on proposing to her, why I waited for you to do it first with Amelia. Again, by that altar I got the feeling that something horrible and wrong was about to happen, but I explained it to myself by clinging to the thought that I simply had some premonition about the archbishop's death and not... Not that I actually was about to lose you, to some woman." He concluded his long musing, slowly.