The Strength of England

~10~

Time stood still, to say the least. Everything was humble and jolly after the holidays, and for Juliet, Christmas and New Years with the Kirkland's was positively hysterical. As usual, she stayed near Carine when the boys were up to no good. Of course, Arthur treated her like a queen the entire time. Anywhere she wanted to go, have, or needed, she got it. All except one thing she wanted since New Year's, was the reason why she was talking with Brie and Lily, well listening to them laugh at her dilemma.

"It ain't funny." Juliet sighed, "I understand the term blue balls now. I'm beaver dammed, clammed shut. What more do you want me to say?"

Both women laughed at her comparison. Juliet wasn't sure how far men from England were from the ones in America but leaving obvious hints of what she really wanted. Yet Arthur made no advances to it or just told her to behave. It was irritating. She knew he wasn't dead in that department, heard him once in the shower, so what was holding him back?

"He is a gentleman. Things are hard for him to still comprehend of the times." Brie said.

"But even leaving the hints that she has, would boil any man's chivalry to nothing." Lily noted.

"Honestly, what am I doing wrong besides just walking up to Arthur and saying, 'Hey Arthur since I like you so much I thought we'd roll in the sheet, so wanna fuck?' No girls that's not flying with him."

They started laughing again, "I'm glad you guys are laughing."

"We're not laughing at you sweetie, just the situation." Lily said, "It's kind of hard to believe he can't keep his hands off you. Try anything from eras he enjoyed?"

"What, like corsets and such, yea. New Year's I wore one, laced up and all. Hand wouldn't leave my side but even asking him to play just got me a behave." Juliet explained, "What do your guys like?"

"Not all men are the same." Brie said, patting Jacque's bum as he slept, "I just have to be naked in front of Francis. Although there was that time I wore stockings and corset from Marie's era, he was a little wilder there."

Lily chuckled, "Ivan isn't truly particular to era, clothing more of anything. Found a silky blue nighty and wore it with white nylon thigh-highs and well, I'll just say that night there was no sleeping."

"So, clothes and era. I've tried the era and clothes." Juliet complained.

"All his eras?" Lily asked.

"According to Francis, years ago, Arthur was a hell of a pirate. You try those years?" Brie added as Juliet shook her head, "That's it. Do his pirate years, and not some flimsy costume from a store. His stuff. You wear his clothing, watch what happens."

"And where in god's name is all that at?"

"He has a spare room with trunks?" Lily questioned, Juliet nodded.

"Then it's in there." they said.

Sure enough, it was too. Juliet felt like she hit the lottery seeing the old red coat within and the feather plumes from his hat. It wasn't just that in there as well, it was everything he wore then too, which made a beautiful idea run in her head, the simple gesture to see what he looked like in the past. She just hoped he would follow it and not get suspicious with her.

Juliet hoped that she didn't overdo herself as she looked at herself in the tall mirror. The brown underbust and white frill shirt fit right as if she was a wench of the days, placing the hat upon her head, she was quite smitten with herself. She looked like a pirate's personal treasure, adding his coat was the final piece. She dared him not to touch now.