”You had only to ask,” Summer purred. She drew in a sharp breath when his mouth met her breasts. Freed of the need to cling to him merely to remain upright, she began to lightly trace the bones of his shoulders and back, scraping fingernails over the marks on his skin. One hand drew upward to caress the shape of his ear and tangle in his hair, slender fingers clenching when his hand found a particularly sensitive spot.
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The Three Fountains
”/I/ wish a turn,” she breathed, one trembling hand sliding down his back. “Already you remove my garb, and yet show me nothing at all of you.” Tucking her head into his shoulder, she laid her lips to his neck, kissing and licking, softly blowing over the mark she left. “I wish to lie in your bed and watch as you disrobe.”
piperparker—iamspidergirl replied to your post: Then approach him privately about an AU? Unless you’ve asked him about an AU, anything that’s said to him will be taken in his main verse. Listen, I know you think your muse isn’t controllable and does what she wants, but let me tell you. You have control over her. Don’t hide on that ‘crutch’. It’s frustrating. And you’re doing nothing but pissing everyone off.
[Preach, sister, preach. catblessthispost.meme]
dukehumphrey replied to your post: Then approach him privately about an AU? Unless you’ve asked him about an AU, anything that’s said to him will be taken in his main verse. Listen, I know you think your muse isn’t controllable and does what she wants, but let me tell you. You have control over her. Don’t hide on that ‘crutch’. It’s frustrating. And you’re doing nothing but pissing everyone off.
if anon doesn’t like it – why the hell does anon read it? it’s not like it’s mandatory. there is an ‘Unfollow’ button that takes less time than writing these messages…. *rolls eyes* your answer: thumbsup. xxxxxx
Well, they seem to have buggered off. I was actually kind of liking it … and I have to admit, I’m kind of curious who this ‘everyone’ is, since so far there’s been exactly two in-character reactions to it besides Tony’s, and both of them have been completely reasonable. And one of those is now following me?
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Desire slid along every nerve, centring at Humphrey’s fingers, and Summer convulsed forward, burying her face in his neck as climax overtook her body. “Humphrey … ” Far from screaming his name, her voice dropped to a strangled wail, smothered into his throat. “Unfair,” she mumbled, “your hands are so unfair.” Another shudder ran the length of her body, buckling her knees.
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”Ohhhhh …” Summer worked her fingers into Humphrey’s hair, tugging gently. “Your hands … ” Need mounted in her body, heat sliding through every pore. She melted into Humphrey’s arms, unable to hold herself up any longer, beginning to moan in rhythm with his fingers.
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She pulled away from his insistent kisses. “I wish to take my time with you, my lord. Not in haste, but in leisure.” Stretching up to his ear, she murmured, “This is my demand for your long absence. I’ll not be taken like the wenches you tumble in alehouse and hayloft, but as the lady you treasure.” Summer slipped out of his arms deftly, leaving only her fingertips in his. “Do those pretty words mean anything, my lord? I’ll have you prove it so.” Very deliberately, she lowered her eyelashes, looking up at him through them. “Come, are there yet no pillows we might lie on, since you have returned?”
“Oh love, believe me I want to take my sweet time with you as well…” He pulled her close once more, raising her chin with his hand to face him. “I do not take wenches in alehouses pushed against the wall, and I took no one since I met you. I want no other but you.” He placed a light kiss on her lips. “Come, darling Summer.” He held her hand firmly. Leaving the room, the squire still stood there, waiting. “Tell the sirs not to wait for us, we shall catch up if we wish to,” he told him and the squire was gone. He said nothing to her all the way up the stairs but held her hand firm, walking down the corridor as he led her into his chamber.
He opened the door and let her in, closing the door behind them. The house was empty and silent, the loud riders making their way out on the other side. They were in what appeared to be a sitting room, with benches, table and pillows on the floor by the window to lay on, bookshelves and even a harp though Humphrey regarded himself rubbish at playing it and thus never did. The walls were covered by silk tapestries and the windows adorned with rich velvet curtains, as they offered the view of the river. One of the walls had a large two sided door now open to his bedchamber, his bed all made and covered with blankets and pillows. “As you see, pillows I have plenty,” he whispered in her ear, as he placed arms around her waist and pulled her close to himself from behind while she stood looking around. “I have none to share them with unless you share them with me, for I will not share with any other.”
“Mmm, I like this much better indeed.” Summer leaned back into his hold, into the warmth of his body. “It must be so hard for you, to wait for a lady to succumb to the persuasion of your mouth and tongue. Denying yourself even the slightest pleasure but holding out only for her … ” She laughed, low in her throat, and linked her fingers in with his hands around her body, drawing them upward over her stomach and to her breasts.
“What wilt thee, now that my wish is so near to fulfilled, love? Shalt kiss me breathless til I swoon, as did downstairs? Shalt give thyself over to my hands for pleasure?” A half-turn of hips let her reach up to draw light fingertips down his throat, a sly smile curving her lips. “Sweet lord, if thou sought a maid, thine arrow has missed the mark.”
The moment Humphrey’s tongue touched the hollow behind her ear, her head rolled back, eyes sliding closed. Luck, it must have been, to lead him to that spot that rendered her boneless so easily. “Oh, Humphrey,” she moaned helplessly, drawn out when his hand found her breast. As he progressed farther, Summer was forced to link her arms around his neck simply to stay upright, and her breathing became increasingly shallow.
“Beloved,” she whispered, exerting as much control as she could under the circumstances, “I shall fall … “
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“My lord,” Summer gasped, drowning in his kisses, “Humphrey, stop, please stop.” She couldn’t stop herself kissing him back, pressing close to him, body yearning into his arms. “Humphrey, slow down.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, in the least, but being ravished up against a wall with haste was not her idea of a good time. She wanted the luxury of exploration, to tease and play and experiment.
“Slow down, as stop and wait for you?” he asked, looking at her. “If you wish me to I would, tho I tell you it would be hard… but I would try my best.” He kissed her again, deeply, “or do you mean to take this to a more convenient place?” he murmured. “That is certainly much easier to arrange.” He kissed her, pulling her close once more, holding her tightly pressed against his body. “Anything you want, my love.”
She pulled away from his insistent kisses. “I wish to take my time with you, my lord. Not in haste, but in leisure.” Stretching up to his ear, she murmured, “This is my demand for your long absence. I’ll not be taken like the wenches you tumble in alehouse and hayloft, but as the lady you treasure.” Summer slipped out of his arms deftly, leaving only her fingertips in his. “Do those pretty words mean anything, my lord? I’ll have you prove it so.” Very deliberately, she lowered her eyelashes, looking up at him through them. “Come, are there yet no pillows we might lie on, since you have returned?”
“Oh love, believe me I want to take my sweet time with you as well…” He pulled her close once more, raising her chin with his hand to face him. “I do not take wenches in alehouses pushed against the wall, and I took no one since I met you. I want no other but you.” He placed a light kiss on her lips. “Come, darling Summer.” He held her hand firmly. Leaving the room, the squire still stood there, waiting. “Tell the sirs not to wait for us, we shall catch up if we wish to,” he told him and the squire was gone. He said nothing to her all the way up the stairs but held her hand firm, walking down the corridor as he led her into his chamber.
He opened the door and let her in, closing the door behind them. The house was empty and silent, the loud riders making their way out on the other side. They were in what appeared to be a sitting room, with benches, table and pillows on the floor by the window to lay on, bookshelves and even a harp though Humphrey regarded himself rubbish at playing it and thus never did. The walls were covered by silk tapestries and the windows adorned with rich velvet curtains, as they offered the view of the river. One of the walls had a large two sided door now open to his bedchamber, his bed all made and covered with blankets and pillows. “As you see, pillows I have plenty,” he whispered in her ear, as he placed arms around her waist and pulled her close to himself from behind while she stood looking around. “I have none to share them with unless you share them with me, for I will not share with any other.”
“Mmm, I like this much better indeed.” Summer leaned back into his hold, into the warmth of his body. “It must be so hard for you, to wait for a lady to succumb to the persuasion of your mouth and tongue. Denying yourself even the slightest pleasure but holding out only for her … ” She laughed, low in her throat, and linked her fingers in with his hands around her body, drawing them upward over her stomach and to her breasts.
“What wilt thee, now that my wish is so near to fulfilled, love? Shalt kiss me breathless til I swoon, as did downstairs? Shalt give thyself over to my hands for pleasure?” A half-turn of hips let her reach up to draw light fingertips down his throat, a sly smile curving her lips. “Sweet lord, if thou sought a maid, thine arrow has missed the mark.”
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“Perhaps then you would do well to let me speak, my lord?” Summer teased. She caught his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I spent my days mostly reading, though my brother coaxed me out to practise archery while the weather was fine. Your books were so welcome, for I feared I’d go mad thinking of you.” She looked up at him, biting her lip.
“I feared my memories deceived me,” she whispered. “How could a man like you see so much in me? You, my lord, are brother to the King. Your words fall sweet on my ears now.”
“My lord,” Summer gasped, drowning in his kisses, “Humphrey, stop, please stop.” She couldn’t stop herself kissing him back, pressing close to him, body yearning into his arms. “Humphrey, slow down.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, in the least, but being ravished up against a wall with haste was not her idea of a good time. She wanted the luxury of exploration, to tease and play and experiment.
“Slow down, as stop and wait for you?” he asked, looking at her. “If you wish me to I would, tho I tell you it would be hard… but I would try my best.” He kissed her again, deeply, “or do you mean to take this to a more convenient place?” he murmured. “That is certainly much easier to arrange.” He kissed her, pulling her close once more, holding her tightly pressed against his body. “Anything you want, my love.”
She pulled away from his insistent kisses. “I wish to take my time with you, my lord. Not in haste, but in leisure.” Stretching up to his ear, she murmured, “This is my demand for your long absence. I’ll not be taken like the wenches you tumble in alehouse and hayloft, but as the lady you treasure.” Summer slipped out of his arms deftly, leaving only her fingertips in his. “Do those pretty words mean anything, my lord? I’ll have you prove it so.” Very deliberately, she lowered her eyelashes, looking up at him through them. “Come, are there yet no pillows we might lie on, since you have returned?”
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Two weeks had seen but little change in the routine of Summer’s life. Her sister had returned to her husband’s manor, her other brother Alfred had come up from Kent, and she’d read ‘Il Canzoniere’ through several times. She grew ill-at-ease, beginning to doubt her memories and herself, and would often take out the necklace and slide it through her fingers. Even archery barely soothed her mind.
When finally the Duke returned and sent for her, she struggled to contain herself before the servants. She near drove her maid to distraction fretting over little details, and only managed to relax when she was at last ahorse, quiver slung to one side, gifted books in a saddlebag to the other, and Humphrey’s gorgeous velvet gift about her shoulders.
Finally she arrived at the house, and Humphrey himself welcomed her, helping her off the horse. “I believe you only became more beautiful my love,” he said and confirmed with a kiss, for all to see. Here in his household, he had no troubles of gossip to worry about. “I have another present for you, for today you shall need her,” he said when the squire escorted the little grey spaniel. “She is named Silver I was told. She is fairly young and inexperienced in the hunting affairs…do you hunt, my beloved?”
His household prepared half a dozen more dogs, along with arrows bows and spears, bags and food and flasks of wine, his squires and knights busying themselves around them as they talked. “I must apologise to you, my lady Summer,” Humphrey said. “My visit took longer than intended… I hope you decided what you ask from me for the wait. It shall be yours as I promised…”
“My lord, what I wish of you I dare not say.” Summer held his hands, smiling up at him. “I would not have you think ill of me. Only hold me, for I have sore missed your touch, and tell me of your journey.”
“If you dare not to tell me I am all the more inclined to hear it,” he grinned. “Mayhap I shall change the plans for the day and just remain in the house on some pillow holding and kissing you.” With that he turned and his arm still around her waist, he moved towards the house.
“Welcome in Bellacourt, as I call this place. Bella, as it is everything that is beautiful for me – or more so, it was before I met you… I hope you ceased walks on the empty streets after dark.” He offered her a chalice from the plate that a servant held out to him, and took one for himself. The servant took the rest to his knights to offer refreshments.
“There is but little to say. It was raining constantly… I wished to be able to close myself into the castle and sit by the fire. I went as my presence was required by the sherrif, apparently the gaols of Pembroke become full of thieves and other misdoers so quickly. I took one of my brother’s judges with me, and sat at court all day listening to their trials and wrongdoings and arguments. Not an activity I would recommend my love. Especially after they are found guilty. I doubt I saw as many hangings and arm choppings as in the past two weeks. The only good was seeing a few friends there, the mayor is one of them and he took me to this rather pleasant feast one evening… but mostly I kept to myself and my books, which reminds me…” he touched the material of her coat, “I am glad you had this finished on time. Hope the master was treating you well, and that he charged you nothing! I have sent him the payment for this.”
“This colour suits you, I knew it,” he said, “I could go on chatting but tell me my dearest, what were you occupied with while I was gone? How you spent your days? I confess you were much on my mind, Summer, and I found I know but little about you… about your likes and dislikes and all your past, and I wish to learn everything about you,” he said, caressing her cheek with his fingers, “I wish to know the lady who caught me so unguarded… like in the poem of Petrarch, love found me unguarded… So tell I hope to spend the day listening to you, and learning how the lady is who has my heart in the palm of her hands…”
“Perhaps then you would do well to let me speak, my lord?” Summer teased. She caught his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I spent my days mostly reading, though my brother coaxed me out to practise archery while the weather was fine. Your books were so welcome, for I feared I’d go mad thinking of you.” She looked up at him, biting her lip.
“I feared my memories deceived me,” she whispered. “How could a man like you see so much in me? You, my lord, are brother to the King. Your words fall sweet on my ears now.”
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With trembling hands, Summer hastily penned a note in reply.
Dearest of loves, you are far too kind to me. I shall treasure these, though they do not substitute for your presence. Please hurry back, for the hours grow long and my heart yearns for you. ~S.
She thrust it at the squire, bidding the boy put it in Humphrey’s hand and no other. “Tell your lord my delight is bounded only by his absence.” She yearned to quiz him on how Humphrey looked, but sternly forbade herself that indulgence, a little frightened by the sudden strength of her own feelings. Seduced by books of poetry!
A long conversation over breakfast with her father followed, and at the last he said, patting her hand, “‘Tis strange of me, I know, but I would have you happy above all else, daughter. Go with caution, but not fear; I’ll stand with you. If I know aught ill of Gloucester, ‘tis that he plays with maidens’ hearts, yet he’s wise enough to woo you with books.”
Two more weeks had passed until Humphrey arrived back to London, and the weather also turned sour with the constant English rain. Humphrey indeed caught a cold himself yet he didn’t consider it a serious matter. He prepared for hunt in Greenwich park and he intended to spend it in the most pleasant company.
He sent the Lady Rainault his steward, with the invitation, and had a little gift waiting for her. A spaniel, for every lady needs a companion on a hunt, and that is indeed what he planned to do the next day. He didn’t plan much, he intended to stay in the woods of Greenwich Park and have a picnic. He was eager for her to arrive, to spend the day with her alone and to have her for himself.
Two weeks had seen but little change in the routine of Summer’s life. Her sister had returned to her husband’s manor, her other brother Alfred had come up from Kent, and she’d read ‘Il Canzoniere’ through several times. She grew ill-at-ease, beginning to doubt her memories and herself, and would often take out the necklace and slide it through her fingers. Even archery barely soothed her mind.
When finally the Duke returned and sent for her, she struggled to contain herself before the servants. She near drove her maid to distraction fretting over little details, and only managed to relax when she was at last ahorse, quiver slung to one side, gifted books in a saddlebag to the other, and Humphrey’s gorgeous velvet gift about her shoulders.
Finally she arrived at the house, and Humphrey himself welcomed her, helping her off the horse. “I believe you only became more beautiful my love,” he said and confirmed with a kiss, for all to see. Here in his household, he had no troubles of gossip to worry about. “I have another present for you, for today you shall need her,” he said when the squire escorted the little grey spaniel. “She is named Silver I was told. She is fairly young and inexperienced in the hunting affairs…do you hunt, my beloved?”
His household prepared half a dozen more dogs, along with arrows bows and spears, bags and food and flasks of wine, his squires and knights busying themselves around them as they talked. “I must apologise to you, my lady Summer,” Humphrey said. “My visit took longer than intended… I hope you decided what you ask from me for the wait. It shall be yours as I promised…”
“My lord, what I wish of you I dare not say.” Summer held his hands, smiling up at him. “I would not have you think ill of me. Only hold me, for I have sore missed your touch, and tell me of your journey.”