moritat | [stanley kowalski voice] BELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"Oh, I know that." If he didn't before Lily he certainly learned. Even before her big reveal it was a mistake because he loved them both. "But through all history it's never made much difference."

Maybe he's too earnest really. But he so doesn't want anything to be a mistake. And he wants her to know how sorry he is, too.

But at least it gives him the boldness to take another kiss. Not entirely innocent, but not quite so heated as the last either.

Her eyes close and they reconnect. It's good. He tastes like the rich brandy, too. One arm readjusts to slip over the junction of his neck and shoulder-- leisurely, enjoying the scenery. Better if he had no shirt on.

Robert's hair curls excessively if mussed out of its shape. She takes pleasure in raking them free and gently, cautiously getting a grip to encourage him into something deeper.

Despite how often she sees him without a shirt, he really doesn't go about shirtless normally. Sorry to disappoint. Hyde might be willing to give it a go, though.

He doesn't want to mess up her hair, as nice as it would be to comb his fingers through, he knows she takes great care and it would be an awful shame. So instead he finds the base of her neck and jaw, a few fingers just slipping into her hair. With another hand on the small of her back, he presses closer and pulls her to him at once, evidently receptive to that encouragement.

Less of the table jabs at her bottom with the change. He could have tousled it up some without angering her later, with the hour what it is. They have to sleep eventually.

"Robert," she murmurs between one kiss and the next, right on its heels. They're relentless. She's not helping. God, if he'd just lay her out and ...

He's suddenly not sure if he's ever heard Bella call him by name. It's always 'you' or 'boy', maybe surnames once in a while, even that is rare. Almost like she avoids it. That makes hearing it all the better.

It takes longer for his hands to begin to roam than it would with Hyde, but it still isn't long before he drags the hand on her back up her side, palm brushing just shy of her breast. He's not quite that bold. But the other on her thigh might be a different story yet.

'Doctor Jekyll' when they're professional or distant. Meanwhile, only strangers or enemies refer to her as Miss Charming.

Professionalism and distance aren't under discussion. He'll feel the quick smile that widens into a grin, and the hand vanishing down the back of his collar. Five little pinpricks dig in around his spine. He'll certainly feel it when the thigh he's exploring lifts and slides affectionately high between his legs.

His breath quickens when he feels her nails, but hitches when her thigh presses against him. And with it, his jaw and the muscles in his arms and chest tighten, paralyzed with fear for a moment, before it seems to give him more confidence instead. Enough to grip the back of that thigh to sit her on the table, and to then seek out the hem of her dress.

"Mm," she hums, every inch the approving partner.

Miss "high kicks" Charming teases another kiss but disappoints him by catching herself on her elbows. On the bright side, now he can see the wideness of her smile and its deviousness.

It's helping if a leg hikes up knee-first, straightening above her head. The hem rises to allow for the movement and for her ankle to rest over that broad shoulder of his.

He knows she's flexible, particularly when it comes to kicking and all...but Robert never gave a thought to it in this sort of context (Hyde, on the other hand...). That's why he stares wide-eyed and flush, having once again to swallow away a lump in his throat. Especially when his gaze moves from her leg to that smile on her face that says she knows exactly what she's doing to him and quite enjoying it.

Placed first on her ankle, his hand moves down her leg, under her skirt as he leans down to take that kiss she denied him. Even though he's incredibly embarrassed and self-conscious about it, he knows what he's looking for down there, he knows where everything is...!!

Bella's not abandoning him to weather new territory unsupported. Her thighs spread and relax to make it easier on him, and by shifting her weight to one elbow, the pads of her fingers trace swirls up the length of his throat. They slow and stop below his jaw.

"Right as rain. Ain't we?" The question feathers her lips across him.

"Hm? What do you mean...?" Is anything right as rain, will it ever be again, is he just going to combust?? Her fingers on his throat make him feel as if he might! Maybe he should have just let Hyde take over, now he's taken away that crutch...

She still wants him in and around her, but the desire is tempered by her sense of his discomfort and hesitation.

Bella leans back a bit and stares searchingly. "You, you all together?" The query has an undercurrent of concern and not even an ounce of impatience. She only wants to fuck him silly if he's prepared, full-stop.

"Oh- of course!" Honestly if he doesn't take the plunge now, when will he ever. He's not just going to be able to hide behind Hyde for ever more. He doesn't want to. "Just, ah, nerves; you know." The 'you know' really means 'you know how I always am'.

The first night she allowed Hyde into her bed, there was an air of newness to his enthusiasm. It had tickled her.

This isn't dissimilar but for the nervousness his more boisterous half had lacked. In hopes of cooling the pressure he's feeling, Bella strokes her knuckles across his lips. They're soft. He's softer.

"Bloody useless things. I know."

Her gentleness and understanding does help, he smiles against her touch, offering up a kiss for those knuckles. "I know it shouldn't seem like such a labour, it's fine, really." And at least she's calmed him. It's much easier to find the confidence to take it another step further, working at pulling her panties down to better put his fingers to work stroking her. It would be worse if he disappointed her by being so shy!!

He's too handsome for his own good. Even when he's a nervous virginal wreck, he's stunning, sturdy, strapping, st ...

Her thoughts stutter. Bella clenches, moves against his hand and inhales a sight more threadily. The Empire around them remains dim and abandoned of any life outside the two. "There's a -- good boy."

Ah yes, there she is, back to calling him a boy. If sex is what defines a man from a boy then which one is he, though? Maybe she's not entirely wrong, reasonable enough.

That encouragement and the thrill of touching her together add another block of confidence, or at least determination to see it through. He kisses her again, putting the idea out of his mind that someone could still walk in. Maybe he can just finger her and that will be enough, will he be able to look her in the eye ever again if he's inside her?? It does well to remind himself too that technically they have slept together, it isn't anything new. If it's nothing new he doesn't have to worry for her opinion of him, whether it's about his body, skill, or what sort of person he is.

He's younger and fresher-faced, although Bella is of the opinion that she's more handsome. So ... a boy, but sometimes a man.

With her seat on the table not the best balanced, she's limited to rocking unsteadily, inviting his fingers knuckle-deep. They don't take long at all to get her slick enough that they'd reflect as much light as the brandy droplets in her glass, if he took them away and looked.

He had better not, says her throaty moans.

On the other hand, if she likes it so much why stop a good thing!! It isn't just an excuse, she's encouraging him, and he does get the impression she wouldn't be too happy if he stopped. As much as it pains him, too. That's why his kisses become increasingly desperate as his fingers work harder, adding in the use of his thumb to rub her clit. The plan was to get her off now to avoid, but - ah, right, he remembers, she could probably go again.

She says nothing more coherent than "ah", and "uh!" and (just to mix it up) a loud, clear, "Doctor Jekyll." The walls of her cunt constrict, the one leg shivers off of his shoulder and drops away.

Now the wood rattles dully over carpet from her rocking, but really it's turned into lurching, animal and uncontrollable. They've gotten to the good part, and Bella holds on bruisingly tight around opposite edges of the teetering dining table.

Did she just call him Doctor Jekyll during sex...there's actually something exciting about that. He wouldn't mind hearing that again.

But he can't be distracted by that for long when he has work to do, to keep at it but harder, curling his fingers against ribbed walls where she seems to have the most intense reactions. And he can't stop until it's absolutely certain she's done, not until her muscles slack at least a bit.

But another worry strikes him. That was awfully loud. Surely others are home.

Bella sure wouldn't mind saying it again.

Nobody's home who is not aware that the Empire's master keeps odd hours and odd company. He can quit worrying, or not. Maybe someone did startle awake ...

With another big thud her elbows jerk and she collapses back onto the table, heaving breath after struggling breath and grinning. Can't help it. They've made a rolled-up belt out of the skirt, they're one tumble from breaking the brandy glasses, and Bella hasn't rubbed one out for going on a month. "God."

He certainly hopes not, even to hear them faintly in the distance would be awfully embarrassing!!

Lord knows he's broken enough of her glasses, too. So the moment he pulls his hand away and notices, he snatches the glasses up and sets them aside, blushing more than anyone ever should, really. But then his attention is back to Bella, and looking at her, just for the opportunity to do so. Without having to steal glances in case she thinks he's being strange.

It's awfully difficult to hide his grin too.

Her eyes close. "Good." That was lovely. He did well.

The flat pressure he feels over the tent in his trousers is the underside of her thick-heeled shoe.

Did he? Good dog??

Except there's really no opportunity to dwell on that before the pressure pulls him back to panic in the here and now. Christ he's hard. "Bella--" what did he even intend to say? "This might not be a good spot to stay? You'll want to be headed to bed after all!" To sleep.

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