"Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought..."
Cw: BRIEF BOOK SPOILER (only Danbury's lil contest, nothing more), SMUT, Feminine Reader (No body parts mentioned but they wear a nightgown & deemed a "lady of the ton"), Period accurate ideals on propriety & marriage, Dominant Colin/Sub Reader, First Time, Blowjob (I have never written a blowjob so in depth, my god), Come Eating
MDNI
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All was quiet in your house. The clock in your room told you it was after midnight; everyone in your house was surely asleep, even the few servants your parents hired. Yet you were firmly planted at your writing desk, rereading another Whistledown article. After Lady Danbury's promise of a thousand pounds to whomever unmasks the anonymous writer, you had been working tirelessly to scan every page and find any slips in her identity.
The candle at your side was nearing its end when you heard a sudden rapping at your window. Jumping in your seat, you whipped around only to roll your eyes at the familiar figure. You set your quill in its holder and stood to open the window.
"Colin, what on earth are you doing here?" You chastised, stepping back as he climbed into your room. You lowered your voice, "It's the middle of the night!"
"I merely wished to see a friend." He flashed that cheeky, boyish grin that you swore you've seen millions of times before as he straightened his waistcoat.
You shut the window behind him, peering out to check the street. "What if someone saw you?"
"It's the middle of the night." He repeated your words and smiled innocently at the glare you shot him. "Speaking of..." He gestured toward your desk. "What has kept you up?"
You sighed through your nose and paced back to it, stacking the papers into a neat pile. "I'm afraid your sister has gotten into my head. She believes Whistledown has made a mistake in one of her issues that could lead to her identity. Besides, I could use a thousand pounds, so I might as well join the hunt."
"Found anything?" Colin stepped up to your side, peering down the articles in your hands.
"Not yet, but I only just started the 1815 editions." Avoiding his gaze, you left your desk to store the papers in a drawer, unaware that his eyes followed your every move. "In any case, you should not be here."
Colin rolled his eyes and groaned, "This again?"
"If anyone saw you scaling the second story of a house that is not yours, this could turn into a scandal."
"Why would I be scaling my own house anyway?"
"That is beside the point." You jabbed an index finger in his direction. "Just because it is late does not mean all of Mayfair is asleep."
