[ Blissfully unaware of the paparazzi and Kate's revelations, Benedict is trying not to think about the fact that just five minutes ago, she was standing naked in this very room, using these products to wash herself. His cock seems to have no problem thinking about it, though, stirring with interest between his thighs, but he resolutely ignores it.
Kate is his friend. She's doing him a huge favor by coming along and pretending with him this weekend. He's not going to take advantage of that or twist it into something it's not just because she's a pretty girl and maybe his search history has taken a turn towards the petite brunette end of things lately.
If he brings her all this way, to his family estate, cuts her off from everyone she knows and every place she's familiar with, isolates her completely so the only person she knows and feels she can rely on is him and then tries to push for something she's not willing to give? That would make him a monster, wouldn't it. Worse than all the things people already like to say about the warriorborn.
No. He can keep it together.
Even though he no longer has the shaved head of a novitiate, or the time-crunch of a soldier, Benedict's showers are still nonetheless very quick, and it's not long before he's drying himself off in front of the giant mirror above the vanity. Peering at his reflection, he figures he can go another day without trimming his beard, and so quickly sets to getting dressed.
By the time they make it downstairs for cocktails, his hair has dried and he's come to terms with whatever mini crisis he was having earlier, which means he's gone back to settling his arm around her back, pressing his palm against her hip in a casually possessive grip. It's a small crowd, just the guests actually staying at the house for the weekend minus a few late-comers, which means it's easy enough to give her a quick rundown of who's who.
If he has to lean down to murmur in her ear to do so, well, that's unavoidable. ]
Right, so that on there in the green polo, that's Reggie Aster. Reginald. He's a complete pompous ass, Gwen absolutely hates him and I can't say I blame her. We were all forced to go to school together because technically we're family. [ Not so's you'd notice, though. The Asters split from the Lancasters generations ago, they hardly have any claim to the land or the fortune at all. Still, it's polite to invite them to family functions. ] Next to him is Barny. Barnabas. He's much more tolerable, but still a bit of a dick. They can't help it, they're Asters.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2021-10-13 01:49 pm (UTC)Kate is his friend. She's doing him a huge favor by coming along and pretending with him this weekend. He's not going to take advantage of that or twist it into something it's not just because she's a pretty girl and maybe his search history has taken a turn towards the petite brunette end of things lately.
If he brings her all this way, to his family estate, cuts her off from everyone she knows and every place she's familiar with, isolates her completely so the only person she knows and feels she can rely on is him and then tries to push for something she's not willing to give? That would make him a monster, wouldn't it. Worse than all the things people already like to say about the warriorborn.
No. He can keep it together.
Even though he no longer has the shaved head of a novitiate, or the time-crunch of a soldier, Benedict's showers are still nonetheless very quick, and it's not long before he's drying himself off in front of the giant mirror above the vanity. Peering at his reflection, he figures he can go another day without trimming his beard, and so quickly sets to getting dressed.
By the time they make it downstairs for cocktails, his hair has dried and he's come to terms with whatever mini crisis he was having earlier, which means he's gone back to settling his arm around her back, pressing his palm against her hip in a casually possessive grip. It's a small crowd, just the guests actually staying at the house for the weekend minus a few late-comers, which means it's easy enough to give her a quick rundown of who's who.
If he has to lean down to murmur in her ear to do so, well, that's unavoidable. ]
Right, so that on there in the green polo, that's Reggie Aster. Reginald. He's a complete pompous ass, Gwen absolutely hates him and I can't say I blame her. We were all forced to go to school together because technically we're family. [ Not so's you'd notice, though. The Asters split from the Lancasters generations ago, they hardly have any claim to the land or the fortune at all. Still, it's polite to invite them to family functions. ] Next to him is Barny. Barnabas. He's much more tolerable, but still a bit of a dick. They can't help it, they're Asters.