Lessons || Anthony & Benedict Bridgerton

Lessons in Roleplay

Authors Note: Takes place the day after Lessons in Motion

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"Do you really think a highwayman might have seen us?" you query, your head resting on Anthony's chest as he strokes your hair idly. "Yesterday, in the carriage," you clarify as Benedict lifts his head from your belly and shoots you a querying eyebrow.

You are all lying together, entwined in post-coital bliss, under a large oak on their country estate on a beautiful summer day. The day after your eventful carriage ride here with them.

Anthony's responding chuckle vibrates under you. "Tis possible, my sweet girl," he opines lazily, using his other hand to shield his eyes from the sun cutting through the leaves above.

Your thoughtful mien has Benedict pushing up onto his hands and hovering over you, his hazy eyes observing you with a knowing quirk on his lips.

"I think our girl likes that idea," he intuits, always correct in his ability to read you.

"I would prefer one of you be my robber, not a stranger," you confess, smiling when they grab one of your hands each.

"If that is what the lady wishes....perhaps such a thing can be arranged," Benedict opines silkily, lacing your fingers with his. "Can it not, brother?"

"What are you thinking?" Anthony hums, bringing your hand to his face.

"Perhaps the old phaeton in the stable can be put to good use?" Benedict suggests, lowering himself to kiss down your ribs. "I do not see why we could not steal away somewhere within the grounds and make our sweet girl's wish come true. One of us can play the dastardly highwayman lurking by the roadside as she rides by..." he trails off, getting distracted by the softness of your skin, dropping kisses onto your belly now.

"...And one of you could play my rescuer who draws up upon horseback?" you supply, a little breathless at the images already tumbling through your mind as their lips trace over your skin.

They both chuckle at that, Anthony dropping a kiss on your forehead and Benedict onto your hipbone.

"I am more than certain that could be arranged," Anthony confirms, an admiring twinkle in his eye as you twist to look up at him. "This evening, in fact..."

"But which would you be, my lord?"

"What do you want of me, my girl? Do you want me to be the gallant hero?" he questions, his fingers tracing your cupid's bow before sliding between your lips; his fingers still tart with your arousal as he presses upon your tongue. "Or the man who will hold you up? Whose demands you will need to submit to? To plead to spare your life?"

"The latter," your reply muffled around his questing fingers, a frisson low in your belly that he may fuck you by the roadside in the dead of night.

"Then I shall ride in to rescue you," Benedict affirms, his fingers flexing between yours as you now look down at him, his chin resting low upon your stomach.

"But not too soon..." you appeal with a wink, "and I think my rescuer should help me with my pleasure too, no?"

They both laugh knowingly at that.

"Your wish is my command...." Benedict offers, nudging this nose into your belly, which now fizzes with excitement about the night ahead.

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You dress in a delicate cerulean blue silk gown that clings like liquid satin to your bare skin, foregoing any underwear, as is so often your preference when playing with your boys. Your outfit is topped off with sparkling sapphires and diamonds draped around your neck and wrists, no doubt priceless heirlooms from the vault Anthony holds on the property.