"You can't scare away every man who shows up at my door!"
"I can damn well try." He kept his tone quiet as he stepped closer to her. "You have no idea of the grip you have on me Hanford and I'll be damned if you fall in love with someone who isn't m...
— it's a bridgerton fic so y'all start expecting some smut <33
warning: nsfw-ish—
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"I have always thought that an appreciation of the arts is what lifts us beyond mere animals. It stirs the passions and moves the spirit, and, this author hopes, inspires more newsworthy pursuits."
Standing in front of her wardrobe, Aurora clasped her hands and tucked them under her chin as she eyed her dresses. Her eyes settled upon a pale blue colored dress, immediately reaching for it and shutting the wardrobe. She laid the gown atop her bed, beaming at the garment.
"A new wing at Somerset House is to be opened today, where several attractions will be on display... like the lovely Miss Marina Thompson, newly recovered from her mysterious illness and expected to finally rejoin the season."
Benjamin Bridgerton stared longingly out his bedroom window. He held the layers of white fabric aside as he hoped to spot his love's carriage. She was set to ride with him and Benedict to the gallery viewing. It would be their first outing since they've started their courtship, the blue eyed male couldn't wait. He was ready to announce their romance, eager to show everyone he'd secured a future with the woman of his dreams.
"Of course, there is today's royal attraction as well, Prince Friedrich of Prussia. His Highness has come to our shores in want of a fine Fräulein. Could this be the reason a certain language tutor has been visiting Cowper House all week?"
He was enchanted by her. She stared out at the scenery, a content smile upon her face. He adored how the sunlight reflected in her eyes, Benjamin wasn't an artist and had he been, the captivating young woman beside him would be his muse. He noted her hands placed gingerly in her lap and he reached for her, wanting to hold her in some way. Without hesitating, she enveloped his much longer hand with both of hers. Her thumbs rubbed soothing circles into his skin, still her gaze never leaving the outside view.
When he leaned closer to her, placing a soft kiss upon her head, she relaxed into his touch. He relaxed to his full height as she turned her head and placed her own tender kiss upon his clothed arm. He tensed when she looked away, just one little touch from her had his cock ready to burst. He tried to subtly shift in his seat, ignoring the cheeky grin from Benedict as he tried to keep his laughter in. With a fixed glare upon his younger twin, he tried to think of something to help ease his situation.
Thankfully, the lady beside him spoke up. "They announced that the Prince of Prussia will be in attendance at the gallery."
"We shall pray he keeps the attention upon himself and allow me to have a break." Benedict clasped his hands together as he clenched his eyes shut.
