Rafe Sadler one shots

desire.

I stood in the garden watching as Cromwell and Gregory did some archery. I kept my eye on what was going on leaning against the stone well looking across the garden between some hedges spying at beautiful roses... I saw her.
Y/n, Cromwell's oldest daughter. Her and Gregory where twins but didn't look to much alike, I had rather grown up with her and Gregory as I was only two years older then them and Cromwell brought me in when I was fairly young. I was firm freinds with Gregory, but... Even as a child I had a rather different attention towards y/n. As a child I would manipulate for little kisses and long hugs whenever I got the chance as I always thought she was an adorable girl. As we grew older I had to stop as she got much smarter and began to catch on to me Into our early teens but didn't mean I wasn't sneaky in some, other ways. I even used to tuck her in some nights before bed, However Cromwell sent her away for education a few years ago and she only returned a few months ago.
But I knew the second she returned my infatuation had not ended. Infact distance and  had made my heart grow fonder for her and made something else grow for her too.. as she had grown up while away.
The plump little girl I had a little crush on had grown into a curvaceous woman.
Her long dark hair plaited and braided down her back, a dark blue headband rested perfectly on her head amungst her dark curls that cascaded a black lace Vail across her hair to the small of her back. Her signature one strand of perfect curl overhanging her sweet y/e/c eyes that batted and fluttered in the sunshine. Her deep red lips stained so perfectly not a touch of it out of place, drawing all the attention as it contrasted so heavily from her pale skin. Her slender neck so prestige and beautiful without a mark to be seen, down her shoulders covered by her dark blue dress, to her wrists where she had black gloves. Her chest exposed in a line of black around her dress by the tops of her breasts... Revealed to me the soft supple curves leading my eyes ever lower desperate to see more. The rest of her blue dress flowing perfectly off her curvaceous hips to the ground as she walked the grass looking at flowers.

I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers across her delicate lips, to kiss her swan like neck and leave a million love bites for the world to see, to kiss those beautiful lips with my own, to hold those sweet hands in my own, to run my finger tips across her breasts, to slip my hand under the dress to feel what she conseals, to smudge her stain and rip that dress from her skin to reveal the secrets she hides from my eyes.

But. I could do nothing, she was betrothed so the lord of Norwichs son and has been as long as I remember. But if anything... That just made me want her more, knowing I couldn't have her.
I heard her sweet giggle across the garden and she smiled giving me a little wave so I waved back to her she giggled a little more hiding her mouth with her hand before she headed off inside, I couldn't help watching her every step as she left the garden onto the gravel paths and into the house. I could barely contain myself as I watched her and I smirked to myself a little,
I want her so badly, desire every inch of her, and in that moment I decided I was going to have her.

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I smiled as I walked the sweet scented paths of the garden. Having to hold the skirt of my dress to stop it getting dirty and to stop it getting caught on roses and such as I live this dress very much. I saw a beautiful rose stopping for a moment to look at the beautiful white bloom a moment. As I did I felt the feeling of eyes on me, a feeling I had grown rather used to as I was all that is left of my sister's so I know people keep an eye on me more so then they do my brother, but this felt... different, I turned gently peaking slightly out the corner of my eye to see my father and brother doing archery playing little attention to whatever I happened to be doing but then... Master sadler.
He stood leaning on the well of the courtyard, a certain stance about his skinny body that ammused me. He wasn't watching my father and brother his brown eyes lingured only on me.
Rafe stood hovering almost as if he didn't want to be caught looking, his fluffy blonde hair messy and rather unkept, his pale skin ghostly contrasted highly by his dark eyes. His pale pink lips curled into a smile his bottom lip trapped slightly between his teeth, his black clothes tight to ever inch of his body the hint of his white shirt below his black pants tight to him so much I didn't have much to imagine.
I wanted so badly to kiss him, I wanted so badly to run my hands all over his skinny body, my dreams for years of rafes skinny body exposed completely over me sweating and grasping for breath, having his lips attacking my neck, his arms around me tightly.

I had to hold my thighs together tight under my dress begging to have him inside me. I tried my best to burry my desires towards him knowing I was betrothed, but surely there is nothing wrong with my imagination.