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Trapped in a birdcage. That was what it felt like. At least in her mind. Esme had always been trapped in a glass cage, a cage in which the entire world could see into and yet she could only watch from longingly. Raised the daughter of the Prime Minister of France, Esme Lacroix was expected t...

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Closeness. Esme had never experienced this kind of closeness with another, her heart fluttering each time she felt his body brush up against hers, her chest tightening and her stomach feeling as if it were filled with butterflies. Perhaps it was because of a sense of naivety, but Esme couldn't help but control these emotions, her cheeks stained red as she rode further, unable to hide how flustered she was at feeling his touch on hers, his body up against hers. Growing up, Esme had never been close with men. Of course, by her parents design, she had attended all girls schools for all of her life and when that began to go south due to political troubles, they further isolated her by homeschooling her and having her attend online university. It had been awfully hard for Esme to truly grow any organic relationships and thus she began to feel caged. The closest thing she had to a relationship with a man was the mail boy who had smiled at her when he dropped their packages off. It wasn't exactly all that romantic but to Esme it was all she had known. The feeling of his arms around her waist were warm, a reminder that he wasn't going to let her fall or get hurt. Or at least that was how she portrayed it. She had a feeling that Jacob wouldn't do a thing to hurt her. She felt safe. Safer than she probably should seeing as he technically was kidnapping her. "I guess so... well... I think that it's lovely. As are you." She smiled, her voice soft, "Perhaps we both have a lot of learning to do..." She giggled, her giggles cutting off as she felt his body slide closer to her, his aroused member pressing up against her rear. A blush spread over her face as she looked forwards, even her ears slightly tipped with the blush as she grew more and more flustered. As the horse pulled into the clearing, Esme's eyes widened, attention temporarily pulled from her pounding heart as she looked at the beautiful view. "Oh my..." She whispered in amazement. It was stunning, the sky

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painted in dappled oranges and pinks as the sun began to set slowly. The sun painted the world in golden swatches, gold liquid seemingly spreading over all of the trees and world around them. She paused and turned to look at him, "It's lovely!" She exclaimed, hopping off of the horse and running towards the clearing and staring at the view with a bright grin.

2 years ago "I thought she really liked you dude, why aren't you getting laid and trying to start a family? You've hit the gold already, how much did you make the last trip?" An older man sat at a small table in a rather dated pub spoke out across the table from Jacob as he took a sip from his beer and replied with a slight smile on his face to say, "Almost quarter of a million.." Jacob replied with a slight chuckle and a grin on his face, that seemed to have that faint boyish charm still. "See? Doesn't that make it about a million after all the other jobs this year? I think you've got enough to start something where you don't have to risk your life anymore, boyo. And I suggest, the best motivation you can find is with a girl.." Jacob simply smiled again hiding behind his glass as he saw the message tone ping making him draw out his phone as he glanced at the message on his screen.. Jason has been selected by Mad Dog and he's being sent to his first mission tonight. Wanna tag along? Jacob banged his drink down onto that wooden table and curse out his misfortune as he would reply to the text, Count me in. "Are you going out again?" The man would remark. "Yeah, my luck's just a load of bollocks anyway. I told Mad Dog that I would stay on the roster if he ensured that my brother stayed here doing guard detail or something less exposing but the shmuck's just gone out and done it anyway. So now I can't leave the crew and he knows he's got me by my balls now.. You know how he's like Mac, I wish he had never been promoted to the head of the squad.." Mac sighed feeling a little guilty since it had been him who had promoted Mad Dog when he had retired from the unit. He didn't know if he could do anything now as he signed and replied, "Look kid, I can just ask you to have some faith in your lil 'un and let him be for a while, you can't always be his elder brother, why don't you consider taking this girl on a trip once you're back?" -

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Jacob would take a big swig of his beer finishing the amber contents of the mug as he would place his ten pounds on the table clearly showing that he wasn't planning to heed that advice as he walked away from the table saying, "See ya around Mac, got a flight to get ready for.." Present day He would smirk at the remark of her referring to him as lovely as they reached and he'd get off the horse first to give her a hand to balance onto so that she could get off after him. He knew that this was necessary but he couldn't help that creeping feeling of self doubt of his motives and his actions but once she was busy taking in the sights of the sunset, he would walk over to a point where the grass was plain and no other trees or plants could be seen from, to ensure that no one would know the location of the picture, he would move facing her with his back to the sunset, romantic or not, the fact was if he took a picture facing the sun he wouldn't be able to capture her face anyway and so once he was ready with the right angle he would pull out his phone ensuring there was no network or location services on, he would say, "I think this is just as beautiful, smile for me, Esme, let me take a picture of you.."

12:23 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Esme had always found beauty in the nature around her. It was one of the true solaces that she had, after all. For so many of those years, her only respite was at dawn, watching as the sun set over the Eiffel tower, contrasting the manmade beauty to that which came ever so naturally. Esme had always found the Eiffel tower to be an ugly monument, large and in the way. Perhaps that made her seem less patriotic, less passionate or strongly felt towards that of her people. Her mother had lectured her many a time on the understanding and history of her nation and explained that learning to love each monument was important as to understanding her people. Esme thought it was bullshit quite frankly. She was sure she was not the only one who found the large metal monument to be quite ugly. In movies they called it romantic. She remembered a movie with a pair of teen American celebrities who brought their dates to the top of the Eiffel tower. At the time, she had wondered how she had not found love in the city of love, especially when she had been born and raised there. It frustrated her. No matter how many nights she watched as the Eiffel tower lit up with those manmade lights to resemble the stars, she knew that she would never find love within such a city. Perhaps that was why she always wished she could live somewhere where she could look up at the stars in the nighttime and imagine if she would have found love if she were somewhere where natural beauty reigned supreme. No more monuments nor museums, but strictly the beauty that the Earth had prepared for them each and every morning, dawn and night. A place like this, a place where she could feel like the world that surrounded her was exactly the way it was truly meant to be in it's truest state. No light pollution that wiped the stars from the sky, no buildings or statues that got in the way of the view or anything to block the earth from just existing in the state it was meant to be. In this moment, the beauty of the world simply stunned her. There was no painting that could capture the trueness of this moment, nor a photograph that could do the view any glory. This was the kind of moment that Esme was sure could only best be captured by experiencing it fully to one's hearts true extent. She smiled and looked toward the view, taking his hand as she hopped off the horse before looking at him, "Come onnnn! We don't want to miss it!" She urged him forwards, eyes glimmering in the golden light that the world was casting the world in. And for a moment, she could feel her heart grow still. She grew quiet and paused, her gaze simply taking in that which was the dapped oranges and pinks melded with one another, the colors of the sky melting into one another to become an even more vivid red and slowly blue. She paused when she heard him speak, her gaze shifting over her shoulder. "A picture?" She asked, shifting slightly before smiling, unable to truly say no. She paused and turned her body before smiling sweetly, her hair blowing in the wind as the beautiful view continued to change behind her. "Only one though." She noted after he had taken it, her eyes lighting up as she walked over to him and held out her hand. "Or else you'll miss it." She noted, motioning for them to go watch, to watch and take in the unique beauty that only they were witnessing from this view. @SebXDragon

He was worried for a second when she paused at his request, after all deception does have its limits and he was worried momentarily if she was onto him but that was soon replaced by another question in his mind about her maybe liking him, something he hadn't really thought about until that point but he smiled faintly as she replied giving him permission.. And so he would capture her picture when she turned towards him, ensuring to keep the sky and the setting sun as the only backdrop to the image along with her, feeling rather confident that no one would be able to figure out where the picture was taken no matter how much they would scan it.. But once he did, he froze just momentarily again as she walked up to him, as he turned his attention her hand as he heard what she wanted to do.. Sure, it was probably harmless, he thought, but it would be an absolute lie if he said that he wasn't thinking about how she might actually be liking more of his company and that did fill him with a bit of guilt. He exhaled lightly calming himself down before he got caught up in his thoughts too much and smiled as her as he took her hand into his, not lacing their fingers together but just cupping her hand.. And he would pull her slowly towards the spot where he knew was the softest grass to sit down as he would turn to face her and say, "Well, have a seat then, trust me this is the best spot to sit around here, no stones, and only soft grass.. I've sat here quite a lot in my life.." And he'd let her get comfortable as he sat down next to her, realising that he hadn't really let go of her hand.. He hadn't ever been here with anyone else before and he hadn't shared any aspect of his personal life before either and he wondered if that was why as he would wait to see if she would pull her hand away as he would continue, -

1:22 AM

"So, Ms. Esme Lacroix, a French girl in England here for college, how did you like my farm? I just realised I've never really brought anyone else up here but my brother.. I hope you liked it and I thank you for trusting me enough to come with me. Were you scared though? When I asked you, did it scare you? To come here alone with a man? You know we're so alone, I could do anything with you.." He was wondering if she was scared and why she had even accepted his proposal since he had assumed that it would have been much harder to get her here, but infact it had been easy, very easy infact and he was wanted to ask her that outright so that he would know her a bit better and also he was thinking up of ways that he could make her stay, he had thus far had some pretty uncomfortable personal and physical moments with her so he was wondering if maybe she had enjoyed that or maybe she would avoid the topic altogether, either way, her response would tell him all he needed to know in order to proceed with the next step, they had to share a room and also, he would need to make sure her parents knew his demand, and so, he was thinking how he would have to keep her here, by chains of force or by chains of something else..

1:22 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Esme Lacroix. If there was one thing that Jacob Carter was learning about her that wasn't in the books, it was that she was naïve. Naïve in the way that her eyes seemed to sparkle as she grinned for the photo, her hair blowing in the wind as she gleefully posed for him, looking stunning with the way her hair seemed bathed in the golden light. Naïve in the way that she ran back and grabbed his hand, encouraging him further so that he wouldn't miss the view, her hand cupping his as he allowed her to pull him forwards. "Come on, or else you'll miss it." She smiled, not wanting him to miss the unique beauty that only would be seen by their eyes. No two sunsets were the same. Esme knew that well. Sunrises and sunsets. Her days could be defined well by the sunrises and sunsets she had watched from her window, her gaze lost as they tucked behind the buildings of Paris and bathed the Eiffel tower in their bask. She was sure that those sunrises and sunset spoke more words about her than she could possible explain. For if sunsets had a voice, she was sure that they would sound as lovely as they look and tell a million stories. Stories of love. Stories of tragedy. Stories of everything that began and started with a sunrise and a sunset. She paused and looked at him as he sat down, her lips pulling into a warm smile. Her smile seemed almost as warm as the light that basked on them, the blanket of heat still warm and lingering in the air despite the oncoming darkness that grew ever so closer by the moment. It held a peculiar wordlessness to it, her gaze held forwards as she took a seat. Harmless. It was evident that the girl who sat next to him was entirely as harmless as she appeared. "If I had lived somewhere like this, I'm sure I would too." She admitted, smiling as she looked down at the soft cushiony grass below them. As they sat there, she seemed to grow so lost in the fading colors that she almost forgot her hand was in his, unwavering as she took it in. She seemed to have a peculiar love for nature that was evident in the way that she looked at it, her lips soft in a smile that never even hesitated to leave her lips. She seemed entirely content in herself, feeling safe and loved by the world, safe even though she probably shouldn't. She paused and looked at him, her gaze shifting over to him, smiling ever so slightly before letting out a sheepish chuckle. "I must seem naïve." She admitted, her gaze falling as the sunset dipped beneath the view, blues and purples beginning to slowly fill the sky. "I guess a little scared... but... someone important to me used to take risks like this... go on crazy adventures and experience the world in the boldest ways possible. I guess... part of me wanted to see if I could do the same. You know? Truly experience the world, face my fears and just... see the world in all of it's vivid shades." Her gaze fell as he noted he could do anything with her, swallowing slightly as she grew a bit quiet. "I know..." She admitted softly, hair slipping in her eyes shyly as she looked away from him. "I just don't think you would do that... you don't have that sort of look in your eyes. You're a good guy." She smiled, letting her gaze connect with his, almost too blindly trusting as she hoped that her instincts were right. @SebXDragon

The sunsets and the sunrises were always spectacular in that clearing and as he looked at her, the orange hues almost made her radiate, but as he looked at her, he could only see innocence.. An innocence that he had seen on several faces before as well, during his time in the military or as a private militia, but none of those times, affected him as much as it did, on that instance as he stared into her face. And that sense of guilt only rose as she spoke as he sighed out wondering if he was having these mixed feelings because this time there was no one commanding him to do what he had to do, but himself.. But as he heard her words, he would just try and plunge that guilt down a bit as he smiled as her words and the last bit of him not being that kind of man, and her talking about his eyes almost made him chuckle. It wasn't a moment where he was mocking her, but more so, because he wondered within himself how he could have retained his own innocence through all the violence he had seen in his life.. But he would recover to reply to her, saying, "Well, you're right and wrong.. Wrong, because I don't think you're naive, I just think you have a lot to learn, but if you outright say you're naive then you don't give yourself the chance not to be naive.. So, don't ever refer to yourself that way. No one is born knowing what to do, we grow up, and life teaches us along the way. I'm sure you'll grow up to be wise and not so naive. But you trusted me, and that's a good thing, you took a chance and let life happen to you. So, let's call you adventurous and trusting instead." He tried to contain his smile at addressing the second part of what she had said, as he continued, but it was to no avail, he was too focus on trying to contain his guilt as the redness on his face would show through as he continued, -

3:36 AM

"And I appreciate that, I think you've got really pretty eyes too.. But, I was a soldier once, in the British army and I was born an orphan.. If you can see some good in my eyes, I would say, I'm lucky that at least someone does since I've done some things in my life that I wouldn't be proud to talk about.." And he had to stop himself for spilling too much least he just convey everything and pour his heart out to her, which certainly wasn't part of his plan. And so he would gently rise up, watching the sun almost setting fully as he would say, "Shall we head back? It's gonna get very dark soon once the sun sets fully.. I bet you must be looking forward to a shower and some food, I'll take care of the food, you can take care of the showering.." He would say jokingly, extending his hand out to her, waiting for her to take it. He still had to lot to do when they got back, the picture he had of her, was certainly top of his mind since it must be sent with his demands to ensure his brother's safety.. He waited for the only hope he had to save his brother to take his hand and come back with him, and somewhere deep within him, he was just wondering, what would be the end game? Would he just let her go? Would she tell everyone about this place? Those things still swam on his mind, but right now, he needed to send that message, but after all, there was going to be no turning back..

3:36 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Innocence. The innocence that Esme exuded was soft. Soft and sweet. It was clear that while she hadn't had the brightest of childhoods, she still remained entirely hopeful for the world that existed outside of her cage. She exuded a love for the world that was special, her eyes still hopeful and bright as she looked towards the world with a sense of love brighter than most. She was warm. Warm in a way that made it hard to break that trust, her gaze endlessly hopeful. She looked at Jacob with this same sense of innocent. The light that she saw him in was still bright, still trusting despite the fact that he was growing more and more suspicious. She didn't seem at all aware of the fact that he had ill intentions for her. Her lips tugged into a warm smile as she spoke, unaware of the guilt that slowly beginning to pang at him, gnawing roughly at the fact that he was doing something relatively wrong. "What--" She pouted as he began to laugh, her eyebrows furrowing at him. "What's so funny--" She questioned, rubbing the back of her neck as he laughed and began to correct her on where she was wrong. Yet... in a way, his words made her feel better. He didn't think she was naive. Esme knew her mother would disagree, but it was nice to hear someone else think otherwise. She paused softly, her lips finding a smile once more. "Oh." She smiled, rubbing the back of her neck. "I guess I hadn't thought of it that way." She smiled and looked towards the darkening sky, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Adventurous and trusting. I'll take it." She chuckled softly, thinking that the way he spoke about it was relatively nice. She was glad that she could take on those sort of traits, and seeing the way that others looked at her made her feel relatively nice. "I--" She paused, her cheeks growing hotter and redder as he mentioned that she had pretty eyes. "I didn't mean it like that but... thank you." She blushed, her gaze falling shyly. After all, she had just meant that he was a good guy that didn't seem like he was going to hurt her. She paused and nodded, "I don't think those things make you a bad person at all... we've all done things we regret." She noted softly, her gaze connecting with his. "Give yourself some grace. You deserve kindness." Silence filled the conversation for a few moments, her gaze shifting as the stars began to grow evident in the sky. "Mhm..." She nodded, taking his hand and standing up. She knew that if they were to wait any longer it would be a rough ride home. She looked at him and nodded, attempting to hop onto the horse without his silly trick this time, wanting to make a point that she could do it on her own. After climbing on and riding back, they would return inside, finding themselves readying for dinner. As recommended, Esme found herself a shower and headed out wearing a hoodie and shorts, her gaze shifting towards him. "Need any help cooking?" @SebXDragon

He would smile at the way her face always revealed clearly what was feeling as he noticed how red she got at his remarks and honestly he didn't feel like stopping since it was kind of nice to see and it truly felt like a nice moment. And he would follow her once she moved towards the horse this time giving her the chance to show off just how attentive she was as he would notice her getting onto the horse and smile with a look of approval as he got onto the horse himself.. The ride back to the cabin wasn't very eventful and once they reached he would wait for her to move inside to take a shower and he sprang into action, covering the car under the shed so that no drone could find it and then moved into the kitchen to get started on cooking them up something to eat. He didn't want to be too hands-on while cooking since he felt this would be a great chance to make his demands know and so he unpacked a whole chicken, massaging the bird with some butter and thyme, expertly getting the butter under the skin of the chicken before he would place the bird into the oven and then moving to getting some potatoes boiled for the mash and some beans as a side.. With that taken care of, he would move into his office room in the basement of the cabin which was very deliberate so that no one would accidentally come down here. Once there, he would attach her picture to a message he had already prepared, before sending the email to her family, the emails which he had obtained some time ago now, ensuring that his internet was masked by a VPN.. -

To the King of Francia, Bonjour, I have your daughter Esme with me and I am taking care of her for the weekend, but I'm not sure if her stay will be extended or not.. If you do want me to drop her back safe and sound, I have a very simple demand, Jason Carter, who is due to be executed, must be set free. I will get to know once this is done and I'll ensure Esme is back home safe. However, if you don't set him free, then I can't really guarantee that you'll get to see your daughter again.. Please make your choice wisely and if my demand is not met in 24 hours, then you can expect me to let the press know about this whole situation as well. And even as he sent it, he felt a sense of dread doing it but he truly had no other choice.. His brother was far too well protected and he wasn't going to be able to get him out in any other way.. And whilst he threatened to turn his threat public by letting the press know of his demands, and the proof as well, he wasn't certain if he could follow through with it or not since doing things in public wasn't something he had ever done but maybe that would place enough pressure on the King to release his brother. He did not even sign the email so no one would know about who he was, or so he assumed.. And once the message was sent, hardly 15 minutes had passed but he would shut his laptop down before locking up the basement to return back to the kitchen and check on the chicken in the oven and the scent gave everything away as he wondered if she was done yet.. But he was glad to see that she wasn't out of the bathroom yet as he turned out of the boiling water to drain out the vegetables to get started on sauteeing the beans and mashing up the potatoes to make the mash with the cream and cheese.. But soon enough he would hear her voice call out to him which would make him turn his attention towards her to see her as he smiled and replied, -

3:17 AM

"Hmm... I think everything is almost done, princess.. You kind of took too long. There's just some cutting of the chicken left to do.. I hope you'd like to have roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Did you enjoy your shower? Are we hungry? I just need a bit more time on the chicken though.." He would wait to see if she wanted to talk about something since he was still trying to mask his thoughts of what he had done while she was in the shower.. She looked cute in that large hoodie and those short shorts, but complementing her in that moment wasn't possible since he was still trying to mask his indecisions from earlier of doing what he had to do.. Was he trying to just convince himself that what he was doing was necessary? He sure was and that made starting small talk very hard for him in that moment especially since he felt he was doing wrong by her.. But he would smile trying to mask all of those thoughts as he waited to see if she wanted to talk about something as he kept the wooden spoon moving in that saucepan where the mash bubbled softly as it blended in with the milk, cheese and cream..

3:17 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Adventure. Esme believed this to be the first night of her adventure. She had never stayed in a place like this before and while the shower was a tad smaller than the one at home, she was eager to clean off and begin her journey on a fresher start. Though she hoped he hadn't encouraged the shower because she smelled bad. After all, she had been riding a horse and nothing made your clothes smell like horseback riding or being outside. The combination she was sure left her smelling a tad funky. She just hoped that Jacob didn't believe so. Perhaps that was why she took extra care in the shower to be sure that she didn't smell bad. She would be sure that she would smell nice, like the lightly coconut scented body wash that she swore by. It had a scent that she personally loved. Like a pina colada. She hoped he would like it. Was it silly? The way that she was feeling? Esme stared up at the ceiling idly as the water crashed down on her. The soft pitter patter of water hitting the shower floor was soothing and yet it didn't calm the pitter patter of her heart. Her idol and mentor had fallen in love many times on her trips abroad. All of her stories seemed to have hints of love within them. Or at least that was how it seemed to Esme. Did that mean that any time she was around a young man she could potentially fall in love? Falling in love with Jacob didn't seem like it would be a bad thing. He wasn't ugly. Nor was he cruel. Since meeting Jacob, Esme was well informed of his character as an upstanding person who was doing his best to get by. He lived a life that Esme couldn't even imagine but she well admired. Not only was he working hard towards his goals, but she believed that he had a strong sense of character. Even his personality was charming in nearly every way. Princess. He had called her Princess. She had been called it many times. After all, she was indeed a Princess. And yet when he called her by the name it made something flutter in her che

4:43 AM

Like the butterflies that had laid dormant in her stomach had finally been released. Princess She hoped he continued to call her such things. It made her feel... special in a way. In a way that she had never felt before and yet continued to hope to cling to. It was like she was in a romance novel. She flitted her way throughout her shower, her mind twisting and tangling through various thoughts of romance. Whether her hair would be soft enough. If it would dry nice or whether she should blow dry it. Did she even pack her blow dryer? No. Did he have one? Should she put makeup on? Or would that look strange before going to bed? It might look as if she were trying too hard and for some reason she didn't want him to think that. Perhaps that was why she settled for a more comfy sort of clothing. She looked in the mirror at herself for a moment, wondering if she looked differently than she normally did. She looked... normal. Almost. She figured that in clothing like this no one would suspect her status. No one would suspect that she was practically living a lie as she flirted and flounced through her adventure with him. She paused as she looked at him, hoping to seem relatively calm as she stepped over. "Oh--" She blushed, "I suppose that was a bit longer than normal." She glanced down, biting her lip as she walked over to him. Did he realize that she was overthinking it? Did he know that she was too busy with her own thoughts to leave the shower. "I'll have to help next time... alright?" She asked, her eyes lighting up as he mentioned what they would be having. "Oh that sounds delicious." She smiled, her lips tugging into that sweet smile that she often wore. "Smells even more delicious too." She added as an after thought before shifting over.

4:44 AM

"Yes it was wonderful... and perhaps a little. Hard not to be when it smells so nice." She smiled and walked over to the counter, "You have no photos here... did you know that?" She cracked a smile, chuckling slightly. "Do you not have many photos with your family or... of your childhood?" She asked, wondering more of what his family was like and what his childhood had been like. Afterall, she already well understood that his experience was very different from her own. @SebXDragon

He had been overthinking quite a lot but just by her presence he was pulled out of them, and even in the kitchen that smelled heavily of the cream, cheese and the mash that had been boiling, her presence brought a new scent which he did sense and find almost enticing him towards her, as he smiled at her reply, noticing the wet stands of her golden hair, which made her look attractive in a way that he hadn't been expecting to think of her as. And as he caught himself checking out those intricate details of her wet hair, her shy demeanor and that sweet smile, he would find a little redness flush his own face as he chuckled lightly to respond and say, "There's always breakfast that you could make, in return.. You smell really nice.. If you'll allow me just a few minutes I think I'll go freshen up as well.." And whilst normally he wasn't ever bothered by the smells of the outdoors or even sweat since he had gotten used to much more severe scents during his time in the military and even as a mercenary for hire wherein mud and stench almost became part of daily life, but there in that moment with her smelling so appealing, the least he could do was so presentable as he neared her to smile and say, "Could you just take care of the potatoes so they don't burn, princess? I won't be too long and by then the chicken should be rested and ready to cut up.." And with that and a smile, he would slowly walk away, keeping his body facing her, almost walking backwards in case she wanted to say something, or maybe he was still checking her out, something she wouldn't be able to tell, or atleast he hoped he wasn't being too obvious.. But soon he would be in that room, removing his clothes, throwing them off into the basket that had the other clothes for laundry as he would enter that bathroom with a fresh pair of boxers and a towel, and he instantly found her scent still lingering in the air.. -

And he didn't deny himself the luxury of taking it in as he had to almost remind himself that falling for her wasn't part of the plan but every thought made him think back to the way those stands of her wet locks had joined together, and the way they glistened making him chuckle as to how silly it would seem if he was to tell anyone how attractive he found wet hair on a women.. But knowing that he had to get back, he would turn on the water, finding the warmth of the water a tad higher than what he was normally used to, making him smile as he turned the hot water down to a level that he found more comfortable, allowing the water to wash away any scent of the day or sweat as he would apply his body wash, a random woody and musky scent, rinsing it off just as quickly, and then drying his body off with a soft fluffy towel before putting on his boxer, a sweat pant a soft cotton tee-shirt, black, since he much preferred the darker tones, before making his way down.. He would enter the kitchen going to avoid alerting her as he would find her facing away from the door as he noticed her tasting the mash perhaps as he continued to get closer until his chin would rest right over her shoulder, not yet touching her skin, wondering if she knew he was there but not wasting any time to rest his heavy grip onto the curve of her waist, holding her in place as he would say, "I see you're sneaking a taste.. Did you change my recipe, princess?" He would chuckle lightly as he waited for her reply, as his rugged chin grazed the side of her neck, which he did feel as well, but not reacting to it as he would to hear her reply, not yet having checked if she had set out the plates for dinner yet.. He would wait to see if he should cut up the cooked bird, based on her reply, finding himself unable to resist touching her, especially since her hair was still wet.. Something that just naturally drew him to her..

12:58 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

"I'll have to make it up for you." Esme smiled sweetly and nodded, agreeing with him as she wondered if she could wake early enough to beat him to making something for them to eat in the morning. She wasn't entirely sure about using someone else's kitchen but she was quite skilled in cooking. After all, her mother had encouraged her building the skill as they believed it to be an essential skill for an adult woman to have thoroughly developed. Due to that, she had been relatively trained in baking pastries and breakfast foods as well as many dinner dishes that ranged in level of quality so that she could be a proper hostess one day. Such skills were proper for someone of her status to contain in her mother's eyes. The ability to plan and entertain someone thoroughly was something that all politicians of a sort needed. That included Esme. Esme was already beginning to plan what she would make when his comment caught her off guard, her cheeks reddening instinctively as he told her that she smelled good. "O-oh thank you." She smiled, almost a bit too much, before walking deeper into the kitchen. "Of course." She nodded, watching he had walked towards her to leave the room. Her gaze softened and followed him, lingering for a moment too long when he leaned towards her to whisper his instructions to her. She swallowed and gave a sheepish nod, "Of course. I can do that." She nodded, pausing before quickly walking towards the stovetop to look at the potatoes he had aforementioned. She glanced at it and then shifted to look behind her, hearing the sound of the door shutting behind him. A soft exhale escaped her lips as she began to relax, tiredly feeling as if she had run a marathon. He made her heart race in a way that she entirely wasn't used to. She couldn't seem to make it calm either. Her hand raised to her chest to feel the way that her heart pounded, rushing at a pace that made it clear that she wasn't relaxed at all. If this had been Miss Lana, would she hav

5:24 AM

e been calm? Esme frowned and fixed her hair, looking into the window at her own reflection in the darkness. Her cheeks were red. She almost mentally scolded herself for being that easy to read, hoping he somehow had missed the not so subtle cues that she had given him. Letting out a soft sigh, Esme shifted and glanced towards the empty table. She needed to calm down. She bit her lip and straightened her posture before walking towards the cupboards in search of silverware and plates. It was several cupboards before she found each respectively, humming to herself as she began to set the table neatly for the pair of them, wanting it to look nice. After all, it was the least she could do seeing as he had set nearly everything else out for them. She wanted to help out even if she didn't have much of a chance to do so. It was several moments before he returned, her attention finally having shifted to the potatoes. They smelled good and yet they looked just a tad bland. She pursed her lips slightly as she stirred it, her eyes flickering with curiosity as she turned around and searched for some salt and pepper. She hoped he wouldn't notice it as she adjusted the seasoning, nodding to herself once it seemed like enough before stirring it in thoroughly. After doing so she would take a deep breath and lift the spoon out to taste it, nodding to herself at the fact that it tasted a little better.

5:24 AM

The impact of his hands shifting onto her waist made her jump, the spoon clattering back into the pot as she shifted her head to turn and look at him with a flustered look. She certainly had not noticed him, her eyes giving away that she was entirely caught off guard. "I--" She swallowed and looked at him, her cheeks and even her ears turning red as she shifted against him. "You scared me." She laughed softly at herself, her heart racing for more than one reason at this point. She swallowed and let out a deep exhale, "I... well it..." She bit her lip and looked at him, "I just.. adjusted the seasonings..." She noted with a slight pout, almost a tad guilty that he had caught her. She shifted slightly, shivering ever so slightly as he brushed his chin against her neck, not hesitating to get closer towards her. "W-Was that okay?"

5:24 AM

@SebXDragon

In that moment, it would have been far too easy to just gather her wrists behind her back and spank her for changing his recipe without his permission, and he did infact even consider doing it, but he stopped short of doing it because of didn't feel like they knew each other well enough to just do something like that.. But it didn't escape his notice that just his presence alone had frightened her and he did kind of find himself feeling in control of her, with just his grip resting on her waist as he would smile to reply, "Well, I wouldn't have said no, if you would have asked me.. But you didn't ask me.. Did you, my princess?" And a slight smirk adorned his features that might have told her without any words that he was either joking or maybe he really liked to dish out since punishment, better either way, he would spank her softly, without ever having taken a grip of her wrists as his open palm would travel to the meat of her ass, slapping her cheek softly, atleast by his standards but the sound that emitted from her body did seem sharp as he would try to not let the tension build too much, atleast not on an empty stomach since he was actually just trying to see what her reaction to that whole circumstance and sequence of events would be.. And so his eyes narrowed, his face relaxed as he chuckled and then smiled before continuing to say, "Well not that you've seasoned it already, for the both of us, maybe we should eat soon.. Let me just cut up the chicken, could you just pour out the mash into a bowl for us, Esme?" -

8:20 AM

And with that he would pull back with his rugged chin leaving the soft skin of her neck as he would make his way to the chopping board taking the oven tray with him as he would chop up the bird, his hands expertly guided by the muscle memory of how to break down a chicken, since he had done this several times, clearly comfortable in the kitchen with that large meat knife and just about a minute, the breast piece was separated from the wings and the thigh and drumstick from the hip to create the perfect portions as he took the tray back which still had the juices of the chicken, getting a pan on the stove where he placed all of the leftovers of the tray into, putting in some butter and some rosemary and thyme letting it come up to a slight boil before pouring in some red wine to create a jus for their meal which he'd bring to the table in a bowl along with the cut pieces of meat, setting them down on the table, before rushing back for that wine and getting seated beside her as he said with a bright smile on his face, "Bon appetit! Dinner is served, princess! I hope you like it. And would you like some wine?" And he'd wait for her to take a piece of her choosing since there were two sets of anything she'd choose except the neck ofcourse, as he poured himself a glass of the red wine waiting to see if she'd like some as well and wait to see her try his cooking and see if she'd like it..

8:20 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

If you had asked me. Esme still remembered Miss Lana's words. Words to live by as she had told Esme in a hushed tone. Il est préférable de demander pardon plutôt que de demander la permission. Roughly translated to : "It is best to ask for forgiveness rather than to ask for permission." Words of someone who had never asked permission once in her life. That was what Esme wished to live by and yet it wasn't long before her mother had given her a long lecture on why that statement was clearly incorrect. Why it was best to ask for permission rather than to potentially harm a relationship or someone by not asking permission. Yet his words hadn't made her feel fear in the same way that her mother's did. Perhaps it was the slightly boyish smirk he continued to wear as he spoke, his playful nature evident and yet at times confusing. Sometimes she wondered what was going on in his head. Whether he knew how he made her heart flutter. The butterflies that he had released in her stomach. "I--I suppose I did not--" She had just started to speak when she felt his hand slip from her waist to pull it away before making contact with her rear. She let out a surprised gasp as he did so, her posture stiffening for a mere moment. She swallowed, her hair slipping over her shoulder as to hide her reddening face. No one had ever touched her in such a way. The butterflies in her stomach had stopped momentarily. Or perhaps they had transformed into bees. After all, the fluttering had shifted from a gentle feeling to a violent buzzing that she couldn't seem to shake. Esme swallowed and looked at her feet for a moment, taking a deep breath before nodding. "Y-yes... Right. uh--" She muttered, clearly flustered as she opened the cupboard to grab a serving bowl for the mashed potatoes. She rightfully averted his gaze as she did so, her heart still pounding as she scooped them into the flower decorated bowl ever so slowly. After all, she wouldn't have a moment to breathe once s

9:52 AM

he had sat down and Esme was entirely aware of that. She needed her cheeks to cool down before she could allow him to see her face to face with her. She needed to calm down now before he asked her what was wrong, her gaze only flicking over at him to see he was already nearly done with cutting the roast chicken so that they could eat. She bit her lip and turned, slowly brining the bowl towards the table before placing it down and hurriedly returning to the original pot to place it into the sink so that it could cool down before they washed it. One more deep breath and she was off. She hesitantly found her seat and found her gaze on his once more, his smile working to calm her down. She paused and gave a slight nod, "Yes please. I would quite like that." She nodded before beginning to serve herself quietly, taking a piece of thigh meat before taking a scoop of the potatoes she had seasoned. After doing so, she straightened her posture and placed her napkin on her lap politely, the way that she clearly was taught to do and clearly had ingrained into herself without even being aware of it. She smiled gently at the meal before lifting her fork towards her lips to take a bite of the meat, smiling at the taste. "It's delicious, Jacob." She smiled, glad to finally eat something with a little flavor to it. @SebXDragon

He would smile and start to fill another glass with the wine, having already poured out his own as he avoided looking directly at her just to avoid any overwhelming conflict within himself of his actions as he would finish filling up the glass a little less than half, which was only slightly lesser than the contents inside of his own glass, just in case she was a light drinker.. That part wasn't in any of his research as well.. But as he noticed the way she had the napkin on her lap, made him chuckle to the regality of such a thing in a farm house.. And he was pondering teasing her about it until he heard the praise in her words and no matter what, that was one of his mortal weakness as his smile only widened as he would take a seat placing her glass beside her plate as he would reply to say, "Why thank you, my princess.. By the way, napkins on your lap and everything.. that's a very good habit, looks like you're used to the fine dining and such aren't you?" And as he waited for her reply, he would turn his attention to the food, gathering a piece of the thigh himself since he loved his juicy the meat was in contrast to the breast meat, which he found slightly dry.. And he gathered his cutlery not really bothering to unfold a napkin into his lap and just starting to dig into his meal, clearly enjoying and savoring the bite before returning his attention back to her to remark, "Well, I don't offer praise too often but I do like the extra seasoning on the mash so good job, Esme.. I guess you don't really deserve a spanking.. atleast not tonight.." He would laugh a short chuckle not wanting to scare or intimidate her as he would gather another bite in his fork before trying to continue the conversation by saying, "I hope you didn't mind me touching you the way I did earlier.. It was just playful.." -

10:40 AM

And her reply would tell him a lot about her and how he could proceed with her since any thought of conflict about what he was doing with her was subsiding and he was just enjoying a friendly and nice moment with her now.. And he did genuinely want to know if she felt comfortable, it probably wasn't going to be consent from her side to push his behaviour in that manner, or atleast he wasn't expecting it, but he couldn't deny that he found himself thinking about having her under his control and maybe it was just how she smelt earlier that was to blame for those thoughts.. But regardless of how it got there, he couldn't deny it and he was wondering how this night would turn out to be especially since they would need to share a bed very soon..

10:40 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Wine. While it was an Italian specialty, Esme had grown up smelling the scent of wine on her mother's lips after a long night. She had tasted it once as a child when Miss Lana wanted to get her to bed without question. She had gotten yelled at for having fed a child alcohol, yet it had done the trick without a doubt. Of course, she hadn't been allowed to have it again until she was older. Until she was 18, which was an awful long time to make someone wait when you have it beside nearly each and every dinner. Her mother said she had to abide by the law she had made a point to change while she was in office. She paused and watched as he poured her glass with the wine before passing it towards her, gently placing it beside her plate. She smiled and lifted it gracefully towards her lips, enjoying the flavor that it had to offer alongside the meal. As she took her sip, her eyes lit up once more, her lips tugging upwards, "That as well. That must be one of the best I've ever had." She praised, her eyes lighting up, "Though... I suppose that they do say that everything tastes better alongside good company." She giggled, glad to enjoy such a lovely meal with someone as kind as him. "I--" Esme paused and looked down towards her lap, hesitantly noticing that she had slipped into her normal behavior without even meaning to. "Yes.." She smiled softly and looking down, "When I was child, my mother required I go through a quite strict finishing school." She admitted, her gaze softening on the napkin. "The teacher though... she was quite a strict lady." She smile and lifted a bite of potatoes to her lips before speaking once more. "She would lash me on the backs of my knees and calves each time I forgot. I suppose... after enough lashings I started doing it without even thinking about it." She smiled softly, though for a moment it looked just a bit sad. For the most part, practices such as lashing students was entirely outdated. Yet it seemed that it still existed in some places. Esme was quite aware of it, after all, the finishing school she attended quite thoroughly believed in it and as a surprisingly unruly student, she had often been the recipient of such harshness. Her attention shifted as he praised her, eyes lighting up as he admitted that she had a decent job. After all, the English weren't exactly known for knowing how to season things well. They were known as a rather bland country in regards to food after all. Still, she thought his chicken was wonderfully seasoned. Of course, her cheeks reddened at his second comment, "Is that so?" She laughed, rolling her eyes at him claiming she didn't deserve a spanking. "I...I know." She looked down, her gaze shifting away from him once more. "I didn't mind...just... caught me off guard a bit." She smiled sweetly, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. While she was clearly shy, she was surprisingly comfortable with the fact that he had touched her in such a way. Perhaps... it even excited her in a way that she did not entirely understand. In a way she may not entirely admit just yet. She paused and lifted her drink to her lip, taking a rather large swig of her drink before glancing back towards him, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. "I know you won't hurt me." She admitted before lifting her fork to her lips once more. @SebXDragon

He would bring his own glass up as he would hear her words chuckling slightly at her remark of good company.. But then the atmosphere of jokes seemed to vanish as she spoke about finishing school.. He tried to pay attention but having had his military experience he always felt that people would only get stronger having experienced pain.. But he did wonder if she was bothered by that experience still.. But he didn't want to interrupt her as he would take a few sips, listen to her, take a bit of his food and generally had a pensive look on his face since he did want to know more about her.. But when she spoke about the spanking, especially that she felt that he wouldn't hurt her, he did feel a little arousal wondering if that was natural or something that he felt due to the wine.. And whilst he did debate how he would reply by asking first about the finishing school, "Well, I mean it's not ideal that they had to use those kinds of methods but I hope you are happy with the person you've become and I bet the experience only made you stronger.." He would say and try to gauge her reaction to find out if those memories bothered her.. But as he took another swig of his wine, he noticed that his glass was empty as he would top off his glass a bit more than half as he realised that barely a little was left in the bottle as he thought to pour her some.. But that's when he wondered if he could try and use this moment to push the boundary a little to try and tease her and see what kind of touches she would allow him.. And so, as he took that bottle closer to her glass, he would rest his free hand, with his palm meeting the skin of her thigh, rather deliberately pushing the napkin away slightly as his fingers grazed and rested at the inside of her thigh, while he poured the last of the contents of the bottle into her glass which was now once again, a bit more than half filled by the crimson liquid as he would smile at her and say, -

2:16 AM

"Looks like I'm almost done with dinner, cheers.. Let's finish our drinks.. I'll just get started on the dishes in the meantime.." And he could feel a heat radiating and touching the skin of his fingers which rested on the inside of her thighs and he was in no hurry to move his touch away from her skin.. But once he had finished pouring out the glass, he did eventually remove his touch, although not too quickly, giving her enough indication that it was probably a deliberate action as he would smile and rise up to gather their plates and cutlery once he did remove his touch away from her.. He knew she might blush, but what was more important for him to know was that she wasn't against his touch, especially so close to her womanhood, which would guide his next steps..

2:16 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

I hope you are happy with the person you've become. Esme softened at his words, her lips tugging into a smile. "Of course." She nodded, agreeing with him. "There are plenty of things that hurt in the moment that help us to grow stronger in the future. I just wish that at the time I didn't allow it to create such a rift between me and those who cared for me." She smiled, "Even now my mother and I don't get along quite well." She chuckled softly, shaking her head, "Sometimes I wonder whether it'd be easier for her if I just disappeared. That way she wouldn't have to worry so much." She spoke as if it was a joke, though it was clear she wasn't kidding. Of course, she didn't realize that in her mother's eyes, she had disappeared now. Of course, there was no way of her knowing that at all. "We all have things like that though, right?" She smiled, lifting her glass to her lips to finish off her glass before he lifted the bottle to fill it up once more. She smiled obligingly and watched as he leaned forwards and placed his hand on her thigh while pouring her glass. Her gaze shifted down as she felt the way that her napkin fell to the side so that his fingers could push against the inside of her thigh. She swallowed as she felt his touch, butterflies released once more as she felt her body begin to grow hot in response to him. She knew that it was deliberate. That she was aware of, her gaze lingering as he left his hand there for several moments as if to tease her. Softly she bit her lip and glanced towards him, her heart pounding as she attempted to keep her composure despite the growing intimacy between them. As his hand drew away, she nodded, lifting her drink to her lip as she wondered if she would need the courage that it would give her tonight. It seemed that she may or else he may turn her into a tomato with the amount he caused her to blush. She needed to calm down and at the moment, it seemed alcohol was helping at least a little bit. Once she had a moment

3:09 AM

, she placed her glass down and moved to stand, picking up the bowl of potatoes to pack it up to put into the fridge for leftovers, looking for some Tupperwear to put the leftover food into. After several moments she found something and packed it away, handing him the bowl to wash up while she packed the chicken as well, sure that it wouldn't go to waste while they were there as she placed it into the fridge as well. After finishing, she would move towards the sink as well, her gaze lifting up towards him, "You cooked... it's the least I can do to clean." She said, attempting to take the dishes in his hand from him. @SebXDragon

Whilst he had heard her words and he had infact been trying his best to pay attention to her story, he would be lying if his mind wasn't thinking about the night by now and maybe that was due to wine or the fact that she had allowed him all the touches which she had that swirled on his mind, a direct consequence of which was the arousal he felt inside his boxers, which thankfully hadn't become too obvious by then.. But he had heard her words clear enough.. And just before he went to the sink, he did nod thinking about his own history to just comment and say, "Yes we do, princess.. Yes, we do.." And with a slight stiffness of his manhood he moved to the sink and started to get working on the dishes since there was no dishwasher in the kitchen however modern it looked in its interior and based on the cabinets, since it was in between rustic, by the use of wood on the floor, on the walls, and even wooden elements all around the kitchen cabinets, but the use of glass and the way space was designed into the area did make it kind of modern as well.. But as she started to help him by gathering the leftovers into containers and Tupperware, he couldn't wait to be done with the dishes, something which could be highlighted in the speed at how he worked.. And normally, he loved doing the dishes, actually finding it therapeutic to do it but hearing her say that she wanted to help, he couldn't help but find himself growing a bit more aroused again as he felt his manhood pulsate and grow in his boxers once more as he chuckled slightly to say, "Oh yeah, do you know to do it, princess? There's no dishwashers here, just scrubs and hands.. and dish washing liquid.. But come here, let me ensure that you get it clean if you do want to help.." -

And he would wait for her petite frame to come in front of him as he confidently and quickly stood behind that beautiful and youthful ass of hers, not really shying away as his crotch pressed against her ass, much more clearly and prominently than their bodies had touched while they were on horseback, and even if her height made it hard for the outline of his cock to fit in perfectly in between the gap of her buns, it did still press up enough against her meaty rump as his arms kept her body firmly in place as his one hand held the utensil in place while the other cupped her hand as he would say, "You will have to scrub the grease off, princess.. Show me what you can do.." And as suggestive as that was, he would find his thickness throb against her ass, as he stayed there until she did finish off.. the plate.. and he helped her rinse that saucepan, inspecting it before wanting to be done with this as soon as possible to take things further as he smile, leaning his chin into the side of her neck, as his rugged chin surely grazed along her skin, as he approved of her work to say, "Looks like you got this and you never really needed my help, did you, princess?" And he would have liked to have chuckled as a joke but the growing stiffness in his pants made him want to take her to the bed, just happy that only the wine glasses remained as his hand stayed in the counter top, still keeping her body in place, as she did work on those glasses, while his body and his chin remained where they were, as he took in the scent of her body, before finally pulling away once she placed those washed glasses into the drying mat as he handed her a towel to dry her hands before taking the first of his steps towards the exit of the kitchen, growing even more eager for the night as he motioned for her to join him.. -

11:30 PM

And he would wait for her to come closer and he would instantly gather her hand in his, ensuring to be gentle with that hand, as a way to hopefully tell her that he would gentle with her later in the night as well as they reached the bedroom, and he would smile and her and let go of her hand and ask, "Do you want to be closer to the view, or closer to the bathroom, princess?" And he would let her take her pick, on the bed, which faced a glass wall, the glass specially designed to be sanded in just the right way that would allow her to have a view to the outside, but more importantly, the glass couldn't afford a view from the outside, into the bedroom.. Either way, he was eager now, but he didn't want to rush but surprisingly, he couldn't even think about his brother in this moment, even though they had shared this bed, before Jacob had built the other bedroom which Jacob hadn't told her about yet.. And his mind was only filled about possibilities of what could happen tonight, feeling that arousal only getting harder in his boxers.. he just wanted for her to get comfortable so that he could make his next move..

11:31 PM

(couldn't find one with the right glass, but this is what I was imagining)

11:32 PM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Princess. The nickname sent the butterflies in her stomach rampant. While she had been being called Princess for all of her life, the words that left his mouth held a different meaning. Perhaps that was why she coveted them so, held them to be so dear. She swallowed as he spoke, her gaze softening on him as he teased her about the ability of her cleaning skills. "In fact, I certainly do!" She claimed with a huff, attempting to pull the dish once more as he pulled it away from her. Her eyes narrowed into a pout as she reached for them, allowing her to take the dish while claiming he would need to help her so that he could ensure that she could do it correctly. "Oh believe me, I will get it plenty clean... I'm more thorough than you'd expect." She huffed in annoyance before stepping towards the sink so that he could assist her in her cleaning. His body against her. Esme swallowed and stiffened slightly as she felt him move up against her, confidently pushing his body to hers so that his body pressed right up against her perky rear. He was bold. Bolder than she knew how to be. She swallowed and looked down slightly, feeling the way that his crotch pressed up against her ass, his bulge evident as it teased at her ass without hesitation. She had hardly opened her lips to speak when his arms wrapped around her to keep her body in place, his hands on hers to guide her through the motion of cleaning. She swallowed and looked down at the dish in her hand before allowing him to guide her. "I...I know." She said softly, beginning to scrub the plate with a decent amount of pressure, her gaze only occasionally flicking upwards over her shoulder at him as if to ensure that he was approving of her skills. "I have cleaned dishes before... despite your assumptions." She pouted slightly despite her heart racing. She wondered if he could feel the way her heart was racing. The way it felt that it was going to pound right out of her chest if he didn't move. If he continued to act

11:22 AM

in such a brazen manner, she was sure that her heart would continue to only grow louder and faster. Especially as he leaned his chin towards the side of her neck, making every hair on the back of her neck stand up. "Course not..." She looked towards him, her posture straightening ever so slightly as she felt his stubble graze against her neck, a shaky gasp escaping her lip. "It's not as if I'm incapable of....cleaning." She noted, her words hanging as she recognized the way in which her words could be misconstrued. She swallowed and bit her lip, taking a deep breath as she continued to pick up one of the wine glasses, held into place by his strong arms. It felt is as if time had slowed. The way that her scrubbing seemed to take forever as she finally finished up the second wine glass and placed it onto the drying mat, her gaze shifting to the towel that he had handed her. By the time that she noticed him motioning to her, Esme was entirely sure that he was aware of the rate at which her heart was pounding. A strong pounding from within. She swallowed and let her hand slip into his as he guided her into the bedroom, allowing her to recognize that they surely would be sharing a bed that night. She looked at him and bit her lip, entirely aware of his intentions as she could see the way that his arousal was growing within his pants. She blushed and looked towards the bed, averting her eyes in case he had noticed the way she had looked at him. "The view please." She noted softly, unsure entirely of where the night would lead her. @SebXDragon

Any playfulness he had carried when he had been teasing her during the dishwashing was long gone as he heard her say that she wanted to sleep towards the window as he motioned for her to step into the bed before he did and he did wait for her to step in before she did, in the meantime, taking the time to remove his shirt off, since he often slept bare chested anyways and especially since there was a warm blanket as well as an incentive to hopefully get her interested to touch him, he would wait there with just his boxers on.. And once she did step onto the bed, he would soon follow, taking one end of the blanket in his grip, ensuring to cover them both under it as he would lay down on his left, facing her as he tried to gauge if she was comfortable.. And he did expect her to be shy and facing away from him, and so, he waste time, taking advantage of the tiny bed as he spooned her back, finding that delicious scent coming back into his nostrils as he rested his chin over her neck, wrapping his arm around her waist, feeling the womanly curves of her waist, which only made him throb once again, certain that there was no way that she would miss the erection that was most certainly pressing and poking against her soft rump as he would ask, "I hope you're comfortable my princess.. But you know, I did want to ask.. Have you ever had someone touch you before?" -

12:31 AM

And whilst it may have seemed like he was asking for consent, maybe it was the throbbing erection inside of his boxers that guided his hand to the hems of her soft panties, gently and softly pulling that soft fabric and the waistband away from her skin, right under her tummy, daring to take his touch lower towards her mound, wondering if he could get her aroused and if she would protest his rather brazen move, something that she could stop if she wanted to, since he wasn't rushing it, but controlling the urge to try, was difficult to resist for him, after all, they had had several instances of their bodies touching and grinding against each other and this just seemed inevitable, especially since he first got aroused by her, he had been trying to resist, and now he was giving in to those urges, wondering if perhaps, it would be easier once they took whatever chemistry their bodies were doing to it's climax..

12:31 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

Pounding. Esme's heart was pounding. She hoped he didn't notice. As she climbed into the bed, Esme only peeked over her shoulder once, wondering if he recognized how nervous she was becoming. It was natural, right? She had never even kissed a man before and now she was to be sleeping in the same bed as one. She was travelling untraversed lands for her. And while it was exciting, there was a part of her that couldn't help but feel a bit shy and nervous about what she didn't know. Fear of the unknown. What would they be doing tonight? Would they just sleep? Or... would this perhaps go elsewhere? Esme wasn't sure. She swallowed and settled into the bed, leaving her back facing him as he settled into the bed, laying down to push his chest to her back. She could feel his heartbeat against her. She was sure he could feel hers as well, the way it was racing was incomparable to anything that she had felt before, only growing to pound faster as she felt his hands wrapping around her waist so that he could hold her to him. She swallowed and bit her lip, not saying a word as she felt his erection pushing into her rear once more, giving her an idea of where the night might be headed. "Have you ever had someone touch you before?" His question surprised her. Yet at the same time it didn't. She could feel his hand pushing down to push past the top of her shorts towards the hems of her panties, soft breaths escaping her lips as he teased her. "I--" She started, biting her lip as she felt his hand dip under her clothing to push closer towards her mound before stopping. She shook her head, "No... No one has ever touched me before." She admitted shyly, though her body language wasn't stopping him. While nervous and inexperienced, she wanted to trust him to guide her. "Just you..." She added softly, a breath escaping her lips as she grew a bit more aroused by his movement against her. @SebXDragon

@SebXDragon just checking in on you fren)

[ON HIATUS]

The touch of her smaller frame against his chest did allow for him to feel how warm she was and how fast get heart was beating as he heard her words.. And whilst that hand of his didn't stop to push past her mound, finding those swollen lips,as he'd slowly start to rub on her clit, being gentle, being slow and yet deliberate, wanting for her body to react to him and grow a bit aroused so that he would do anything else.. But knowing that he was the first that would touch her, made him take his free hand to the back of her hand to gently gather a loose grip of her luscious hair, gently pulling her face to turn towards his as his lips would finally find purchase with hers, wanting to feel his kiss as he'd kiss just her lips, before parting her perfect lips with his tongue to try and find hers as his fingers would continue, and his throbbing manhood continue to pulsate against her rear.. And he'd only move his fingers lower, from her clit down to her warm wetness, if that wetness did arrive and only break their passionate kiss when he or she needed to breath, not really wanting that particular moment to have any more words than were needed.. But once they're kiss did break, his grip of her hair meant her eyes wouldn't be able to shy away from his eyes as he'd say, "Then I hope.. That I'll make you feel good, my Princess..."

9:11 AM

@꒰ shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚.

9:12 AM

(Just getting back to writing, no pressure though, reply when you can.. And thank you for checking in when you had.. ❤️)