[ She is even if she is trying to deny it. He scoops her up with ease. She feels weightless in his arms. Her arms wrap around his neck to keep him close though she can tell from his hold that he has no intention of letting her go. The cooled sweat on body rubs on her where their skin touch. More and more, their scents mingle together to create something unique. ]
I thought I was simply trying to be a good little wife and return the favor of assistance.
[ Though he seems to have everything in hand. He's shirtless already. He'll still need his trousers and smalls off for a bath. ]
[ He's smiling at her as he starts towards the other end of the room where there is a door that leads through the thick spirestone wall into an adjoining bathing room. Sorellin House was wealthy enough to have the infrastructure already in place, but when his mother became Lady Sorellin, she insisted on new pipes being installed all over the house, ones that brought water straight up to the bath rooms. When Benedict was about thirteen, they upgraded them again to include boilers that heated the water even before it came out of the taps, which made bathing a much more pleasant experience for the family, and also for the staff who no longer had to deal with fetching and carrying heated water.
Benedict is as fastidious about his cleanliness as he is with most everything else, and the bath room adjoining his bedroom is well stocked; even more so now that his wife has joined him. Benedict's products are all carefully unscented, strong enough to handle the sweat and grime of his profession but unobtrusive for his nose. He hasn't really investigated all the various potions and perfumes that his wife's toilette entails, mostly because the array truly mystifies him, but also because it's really none of his business.
He sets her down once he's illuminated the lumin lamps, tipping her onto her feet in front of the mirror. ]
I think I have far fewer things to remove than you. But I would welcome your help regardless.
[ Her expression is utterly serene sweetness. He carries her to their attached bathing room. Bridgerton House has a similar structure with the pipes though they haven't upgraded it to have immediate hot water. Admittedly, Francesca is becoming a little spoiled with the instant hot water that comes from pipes. It's utterly luxurious, and it'll be difficult for her to go back.
Their bathing room, much like the rest of their rooms, has both their things neatly arranged. She's set down so gently by her husband before the large mirror. She sees fully what a mess she is, but she realizes something else. She looks at Benedict in the mirror. ]
You look nowhere near as dirty as me! [ She's chagrined at that fact. He's even trained, yet most of the dirt is the oil on his hands, and even then he's wiped a good amount off. Well, bother that. She'll just have to help him strip down, and it all won't matter anymore. ] Where shall I start then?
[ Her indignation has him laughing, his feline eyes squinting in amusement as he takes her in. It's true, she's got quite a bit more grease and dirt on her than he does. ]
Well, I've got quite a bit more experience doing this tidily than you do...
[ Having her ask where she should start has him faltering, if only because he's still not quite discovered how to speak about these things with any kind of aplomb, so instead he just reaches for her hands and brings them to his waist, so she can unfasten the buttons of his trousers and he can reach for the ties of her stays. ]
[ Which means assisting him more. She's more than happy to do so. It means she'll better learn the tools he uses that helps him survive when he must leave her. She's grateful for their honeymoon period because without, she's certain he'd be sent off on one mission or another. She wants to learn as much as she can about him and his life to be a good partner to him.
She smiles when he guides her hands to his trousers. She begins unfastening the buttons until the fabric begins to open up and makes it easier to push down his hips. Her gaze lifts to meet his as he steadily works on her stays. With each one undone, she can breathe a bit easier. Fuller breaths. A good thing too because looking at Benedict's body makes her breath stutter. He truly is a handsome man, and he's all hers. ]
You are so... [ She wishes she could find a word to encapsulate what she thinks of him. ] breathtaking.
[ Francesca's underthings are far more involved than Benedict's are, especially since he was dressed down for training and not for every day or even in his uniform, both of which are far more involved than his training clothes. Naturally, Benedict also makes a point to train both in his regular clothes as well as his Guard uniform, because being prepared is important, and an attacking force would not give him time to run home and change into comfortable clothes before engaging him in any kind of combat.
He's gotten rather adept at unlacing her after some practice, so it doesn't take long until her stays are loosened enough that he can peel them off her and set them aside.
Her compliment has him glancing away, not quite coloring under her praise but equally not just accepting it at face value. He's working at automatically not batting aside praise, though, especially praise from his wife. ] ...Thank you.
[ She slides his trousers and his smalls down until he's able to step out of them. Francesca still turns pink when she looks at his manhood, but she's getting better at least looking. Truly, she's best at touching though she doesn't touch him there right away. She brushes her fingers along his abdomen and presses her lips to the scars she can see. It's becoming a habit of hers to do so when they're both nude and have the opportunity. ]
You're welcome.
[ She's noticed the way he struggled to take praise. She knows the Warriorborn are often looked down upon, some view them as little more than beasts. Francesca has always been curious about them, but never had she considered them anything less than. If anything, they're superior given their sharpened senses and strength, but that's an opinion that the rest of society would heartily disagree with.
She chooses to be bold and pushes off her own smalls. It joins the pool of clothes at their feet. She stands there before, more and more confident about her naked body each day, and cups his face for a lingering kiss. It's a kiss that tells him all about her fondness and growing affection for him.
It's not love, not quite yet perhaps, but she's certainly getting there. ]
[ If she complimented his physical abilities like his strength or his speed, he'd have an easier time accepting them. Benedict isn't blind, or needlessly humble. He's aware that his blood affords him an advantage in combat, and that he is considered wildly useful in the Guard because of it.
Sometimes he wishes he had been born to a poorer House, or perhaps on a lower habble entirely, so that he would have fewer expectations placed on him. He'd never want to go work on the surface, he's not suicidal, but he would probably live a much more comfortable life as a Marine without the added burden of family duty and expectation weighing him down.
He loves his parents, and his aunts and uncles, and especially his cousins, but it is difficult being born different into a family that expects so much of him.
Francesca doesn't seem to mind, her cool — and slightly smudged — hands settling on his hips as she steps in closer to press her lip to the scars that dot his chest and arms. There aren't that many; Benedict is passing good at what he does, though even the best swordsman gets nicked sometimes. She quickly shifts to kissing his lips instead, and this is something Benedict has gotten quite comfortable with, so he's quick to reciprocate, his hands sliding around her naked waist to slide up the smooth plane of her back.
He doesn't even mind having to bend to kiss her, though after a minute or so he pulls away enough so that he can murmur, ] This is quite a novel way to bathe, my sweet.
I must admit, you've done a fine job distracting me.
[ Bathing is the last thing on her mind now that they're bare to one another. They share sweet kisses in the bathing room without any sort of care or rush. It's slipped her mind entirely that they're both in need of a good wash. It's a fine idea. Usually, once they start kissing like things, things have a tendency to turn heated, and they end up a remarkable mess.
It's not occurred to Francesca that they can continue such things while they bathe although it would also be incredibly efficient. She brushes her nose against his, nearly standing on tiptoes to reach him when he pulls back. Sometimes she worries he'll give himself back pain with all the bending he must do to kiss her. ]
You're right of course, darling. We are meant to bathe.
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Date: 2026-02-20 07:44 pm (UTC)[ She is even if she is trying to deny it. He scoops her up with ease. She feels weightless in his arms. Her arms wrap around his neck to keep him close though she can tell from his hold that he has no intention of letting her go. The cooled sweat on body rubs on her where their skin touch. More and more, their scents mingle together to create something unique. ]
I thought I was simply trying to be a good little wife and return the favor of assistance.
[ Though he seems to have everything in hand. He's shirtless already. He'll still need his trousers and smalls off for a bath. ]
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Date: 2026-02-21 03:03 pm (UTC)[ He's smiling at her as he starts towards the other end of the room where there is a door that leads through the thick spirestone wall into an adjoining bathing room. Sorellin House was wealthy enough to have the infrastructure already in place, but when his mother became Lady Sorellin, she insisted on new pipes being installed all over the house, ones that brought water straight up to the bath rooms. When Benedict was about thirteen, they upgraded them again to include boilers that heated the water even before it came out of the taps, which made bathing a much more pleasant experience for the family, and also for the staff who no longer had to deal with fetching and carrying heated water.
Benedict is as fastidious about his cleanliness as he is with most everything else, and the bath room adjoining his bedroom is well stocked; even more so now that his wife has joined him. Benedict's products are all carefully unscented, strong enough to handle the sweat and grime of his profession but unobtrusive for his nose. He hasn't really investigated all the various potions and perfumes that his wife's toilette entails, mostly because the array truly mystifies him, but also because it's really none of his business.
He sets her down once he's illuminated the lumin lamps, tipping her onto her feet in front of the mirror. ]
I think I have far fewer things to remove than you. But I would welcome your help regardless.
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Date: 2026-02-21 08:13 pm (UTC)[ Her expression is utterly serene sweetness. He carries her to their attached bathing room. Bridgerton House has a similar structure with the pipes though they haven't upgraded it to have immediate hot water. Admittedly, Francesca is becoming a little spoiled with the instant hot water that comes from pipes. It's utterly luxurious, and it'll be difficult for her to go back.
Their bathing room, much like the rest of their rooms, has both their things neatly arranged. She's set down so gently by her husband before the large mirror. She sees fully what a mess she is, but she realizes something else. She looks at Benedict in the mirror. ]
You look nowhere near as dirty as me! [ She's chagrined at that fact. He's even trained, yet most of the dirt is the oil on his hands, and even then he's wiped a good amount off. Well, bother that. She'll just have to help him strip down, and it all won't matter anymore. ] Where shall I start then?
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Date: 2026-02-21 11:19 pm (UTC)Well, I've got quite a bit more experience doing this tidily than you do...
[ Having her ask where she should start has him faltering, if only because he's still not quite discovered how to speak about these things with any kind of aplomb, so instead he just reaches for her hands and brings them to his waist, so she can unfasten the buttons of his trousers and he can reach for the ties of her stays. ]
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Date: 2026-02-22 01:26 am (UTC)[ Which means assisting him more. She's more than happy to do so. It means she'll better learn the tools he uses that helps him survive when he must leave her. She's grateful for their honeymoon period because without, she's certain he'd be sent off on one mission or another. She wants to learn as much as she can about him and his life to be a good partner to him.
She smiles when he guides her hands to his trousers. She begins unfastening the buttons until the fabric begins to open up and makes it easier to push down his hips. Her gaze lifts to meet his as he steadily works on her stays. With each one undone, she can breathe a bit easier. Fuller breaths. A good thing too because looking at Benedict's body makes her breath stutter. He truly is a handsome man, and he's all hers. ]
You are so... [ She wishes she could find a word to encapsulate what she thinks of him. ] breathtaking.
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Date: 2026-02-22 02:20 am (UTC)He's gotten rather adept at unlacing her after some practice, so it doesn't take long until her stays are loosened enough that he can peel them off her and set them aside.
Her compliment has him glancing away, not quite coloring under her praise but equally not just accepting it at face value. He's working at automatically not batting aside praise, though, especially praise from his wife. ] ...Thank you.
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Date: 2026-02-22 03:04 am (UTC)You're welcome.
[ She's noticed the way he struggled to take praise. She knows the Warriorborn are often looked down upon, some view them as little more than beasts. Francesca has always been curious about them, but never had she considered them anything less than. If anything, they're superior given their sharpened senses and strength, but that's an opinion that the rest of society would heartily disagree with.
She chooses to be bold and pushes off her own smalls. It joins the pool of clothes at their feet. She stands there before, more and more confident about her naked body each day, and cups his face for a lingering kiss. It's a kiss that tells him all about her fondness and growing affection for him.
It's not love, not quite yet perhaps, but she's certainly getting there. ]
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Date: 2026-02-22 03:35 am (UTC)Sometimes he wishes he had been born to a poorer House, or perhaps on a lower habble entirely, so that he would have fewer expectations placed on him. He'd never want to go work on the surface, he's not suicidal, but he would probably live a much more comfortable life as a Marine without the added burden of family duty and expectation weighing him down.
He loves his parents, and his aunts and uncles, and especially his cousins, but it is difficult being born different into a family that expects so much of him.
Francesca doesn't seem to mind, her cool — and slightly smudged — hands settling on his hips as she steps in closer to press her lip to the scars that dot his chest and arms. There aren't that many; Benedict is passing good at what he does, though even the best swordsman gets nicked sometimes. She quickly shifts to kissing his lips instead, and this is something Benedict has gotten quite comfortable with, so he's quick to reciprocate, his hands sliding around her naked waist to slide up the smooth plane of her back.
He doesn't even mind having to bend to kiss her, though after a minute or so he pulls away enough so that he can murmur, ] This is quite a novel way to bathe, my sweet.
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Date: 2026-02-22 06:07 pm (UTC)[ Bathing is the last thing on her mind now that they're bare to one another. They share sweet kisses in the bathing room without any sort of care or rush. It's slipped her mind entirely that they're both in need of a good wash. It's a fine idea. Usually, once they start kissing like things, things have a tendency to turn heated, and they end up a remarkable mess.
It's not occurred to Francesca that they can continue such things while they bathe although it would also be incredibly efficient. She brushes her nose against his, nearly standing on tiptoes to reach him when he pulls back. Sometimes she worries he'll give himself back pain with all the bending he must do to kiss her. ]
You're right of course, darling. We are meant to bathe.