The Artistic Pursuit

Chapter 15 - Reconciliation

THE FEATHERINGTON HOME

"El, this is a surprise!" Eloise looked almost as surprised as she was. Being announced to Miss Featherington.

"I know. I apologise for not coming sooner"

Pen smiled a little unsure why she was there "Won't you have a seat"

Eloise excepted.

"I wanted to thank you" she sighed. She looked at her with a new understanding. Her eyes open completely to the kindness of a lady who she had disregarded all season.

"For what?" Pen certainly wasn't expecting an apology, let alone a thank you. Penelope froze.

"For what you did for Benedict. He has been so lost without his art. Searching to find a place in this world without it"

Pen's features became warm "I am certain he would have made his way back with or without my help"

"I disagree. You seemed to have given him his purpose back. So you know whatever feelings you have for my brother. I will not hold him back. You are very good to him and I know he cares for you dearly"

Pen grew quite embarrassed "Thank you. He is a good man"

"That he is, but do not tell him I said so, I will deny it all" El chuckled, Pen giggled in return.

"When he returns from the Academy, he has asked for a possibility to court me"

"Did you accept?"

Pen couldn't help but smile "I did"

"What of Colin?"

Pen gave a small shrug "I am certain we can become friends again. We have had an agreement to put the past behind us" she did not sound convincing in the least to El. She was being optimistic though. Which gave Eloise a slither of hope.

"I hope you are right"

"Me too"

Eloise knew that Pen understood that she was not referring to her friendship with Colin. But rather the unspoken feelings they had for one another. Both her brothers seemed almost entranced by Pen. Eloise did not understand why this all seemed to happen all of a sudden. Had her feelings truly changed?

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As Pen laid in her bed at night, tossing and turning. Her dreams were frustrating. Stuck in a triangle between Colin and Benedict. Both craving her attention.

She sat in her garden, the atmosphere was warm and smokey. Colin was sat to her left, Benedict to her right. Both kissing her down her neck.

Next thing she knew she was lying on her bed in nothing but her nightdress. Colin and Benedicts lips and hands were all over her.

Hands making their way up her legs. Her eyes were tightly closed but she could feel every stroke. Every touch. Her body aching for a release. Her eyes fluttered open.

Benedict's face looked down at her. Squeezing her breast. She suddenly felt wet between her thighs she looked down and Colin's face was between them. Kissing her most intimate area. Pen gasped.

Her back arched again. Benedict brought her lips up to his. Kissing her with such a passion while smoothing her hair delicately behind her ears. Pens eye's pressed tightly closed with every touch of Ben's lips on hers. Her eyes fluttered open.

It was no longer Ben's face she saw, but Colins, she called his name as she woke with a start.

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