helenarickman: Hermione Tootin' Granger (LoveatFirstSightAlan)

A/N - Tasteful Smut ahead.

She sat straight and dropped the coverlet; it pooled at her waist and she was everything beautiful.

She reached up and loosed her tresses, long, luscious curls the color of the sun sprang from her fingers and encircled her like a halo and she was everything beautiful.

Her breasts were supple and her nipples stood out, aching for his eyes to capture and engulf them and she was everything beautiful.

To Brandon, she was Aphrodite incarnate, rising from the foam of a great vast sea. He now understood why ancient civilizations worshiped her and he would be her humble supplicant. He joined her in bed, his face to hers and he fell under her gaze.

He reached for her face but hesitated. His hand was too mortal, too rough, too flawed, yet as he pulled away she took it in her grasp and brought it to her lips. She kissed his palm and he felt her power flow through his veins.

She was Venus incarnate, and as she slowly kissed his hand his blood began to heat. This goddess incited a desire so great he knew his sacrifice would be to bring her exquisite pleasure.

Christopher reached forward and pulled his wife to him, bearing his gift of a kiss upon her lips. Marianne responded in kind and drew a long breath through her nose while her tongue welcomed his to explore her mouth. He leaned into her, pulling her close and her breasts pressed against his skin.

He wrapped her within his arms and pulled her down upon him as he laid back upon the bed. Her legs escaped the confines of the bedding and she forgot her nakedness. Their bodies danced upon the sheets as they kissed and stroked as fresh lovers do. Christopher found himself above his bride and he pulled away from her lips to look into a face flush with desire.

He took her right breast in his hand. Oh, Marianne, you are so very beautiful to me, his voice was heavy with breath and he leaned to suckle from her. His erection pressed against her leg and she voiced no remonstration. Instead, she rubbed against it, almost in an effort to discover its secrets.

She tasted of the sea, salty, cold and pure. He laved first one nipple, then the next, taking heed to her deepening breath.

Wife, let me worship you, you are so very beautiful to me. She responded with a gasp and through half opened eyes smiled upon her devotee. As Christopher nipped and licked her luscious orbs, he slid his hand down her torso.

Her skin felt like silk, sleek and unblemished. The hair at her mons was fine, blond and curly, a reflection of her crown. She drew in breath as he reached to touch her labia, yet she did not object and she was everything beautiful to him. He found her to be moist and slick and dared to press a finger into her vagina.

Brandon stroked his wife and brought his finger to find that spot he learned of in the heat of India. During his time there, his favored concubine taught him the uninhibited ways to pleasure a woman, ways foreign to British sensibilities yet methods he desired to employ. Marianne writhed under his attention and her protest met her lips, “Christopher, stop, please! I feel as I might catch fire!”

He looked down upon her and smiled. “You will not combust, my love. You are feeling the stirrings of this sensuous moment.” Marianne panted and grasped his wrist. “Please, I am nervous and concerned. I yearn for you, yet I fear an outward force has possessed me and I am afeared.”

Christopher sat up and stroked her belly with tender affection. “Marianne, you have no need for concern. You are experiencing new sensations; you are uncertain of what to expect. My promise to you? I will never harm you, by deed or by word. If you allow, I will continue. I will bring you to a pleasure you cannot image. Will you trust me, Wife?”

Marianne looked up into his eyes. “Oh, Christopher, I do trust you. Please, I want to be with you in all ways possible.”

Brandon smiled and moved off the bed, pulling a chair to the edge. As Marianne looked at him with confusion, he took her calves within his grasp and pulled her until her hips met the edge of the altar. The wonderment on her visage changed quickly to shock once he bent his face to her womanhood. He planted her feet upon his shoulders and reached to spread her lips. His large nose pressed against that most sensitive spot and as his tongue worked in and around her, the shock on her face changed to a smile of delectation.

Her body tensed and she renewed her complaint but he held her tight and could  not relent. He looked up as he feasted, watching her back arch and one of her hands brazenly massaged a breast. His tongue demanded more, and he flicked furiously at the pearl, inserting a finger back within and resuming his stroke.

“Please stop, please, stop, stop, I cannot… “ Her voice left her as Christopher encased her treasure in his lips and sucked whilst his tongue stroked. His finger within confirmed what his eyes beheld, Marianne in the throes of orgasm and she was everything beautiful.

As Marianne’s body began to calm, Brandon stood quickly and kicked the chair behind him. Taking his wife’s legs in his arms, he stood to meet her at the edge of the bed and he thrust into her with a quick, sure stroke, then stilled.

His wife’s eyes widened and the look of shock was once again on her beautiful face. Christopher wrapped her legs around his waist, then reached and took both breasts within his hands. His tender touch was renewed, and he slowly pulled away from her body. Just before he withdrew, he slowly entered her again, stroking her nipples and watching the wonderment grow within her eyes and this vision would be branded upon him for all eternity.

“Marianne, Marianne, Marianne, I am yours forever.” His breathing grew deeper and he increased his pace. She opened her mouth and moaned. With a deep resonance she professed “I am yours, husband, I am yours forever.”

His labor quickened and with her profession he met his climax, grabbing her hips and pulling her body as close to his as possible. She watched his face in amazement and felt his seed as it jetted against her core. He was damp with sweat and she longed to taste him.

When the act was completed, he released her legs and climbed into the bed, pulling her close to him once more. He kissed the tresses upon her head and brought a leg around her hips, attempting to envelope her under his very skin. She looked up to him and smiled a coy smile and she was everything beautiful, his Aphrodite.

helenarickman: Hermione Tootin' Granger (LoveatFirstSightAlan)
Authors Notes: A week ago I took a poll of preferences on my Brandon drabbles for the direction preferred when we got to the initial intercourse of our two love birds. As you could see, SMUT WON.

Have you ever attempted to write Regency smut? It's not easy! I've re-written today's entry three times and I'm still not happy with it. It feels way too contemporary for me. Anyway, if you voted for this to happen "In a tender, loving way that would make Jane proud" consider this to be that entry. For those that voted for the SMUT, tune in tomorrow, same Bat place, same Bat channel.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading this and commenting. It makes me feel like a million dollars! And with no further ado:


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Brandon possessed the experience and savoir-faire to facilitate their consummation in a manner most tender and enjoyable. The adulation he retained for Marianne tempered his passion; this occurrence would be the first of many, yet he knew that for both it would be the penultimate expression of the beginning of their life together.

He noticed the hesitancy of his wife return as he assisted her in her undress. Marianne was shy and prudent, and he found approaching her from behind and reaching around to unlace her bodice allowed her a brief bit of modesty. The slow movements of his fingers, his hands, as he drew the bands open brought tranquil delight to his bride and she leaned against his chest.

Christopher pressed his palms against her torso; Marianne reached behind her to stroke his head. He brought his lips to ghost over her neck and shoulders, and as she quivered beneath his attentions, he boldly brought both hands to cup her breasts. His wife’s moan of delight confirmed she was receptive to proceeding along this path.

His voice was low and throaty, “Marianne, lay upon the bed. I find myself restrained and I shall join you shortly.”

Marianne climbed upon the bed and crawled under the cover. She demurely pulled the linen to her neck, but Brandon smiled and shook his head. “I prefer, wife, to look upon you as I undress. I’ve seen beauty in the works of Velázquez, Rubens and Titian, but no artist could capture your allurement.” She blushed, sat up and dropped the cover, allowing her beautiful, soft breasts to be exposed for the delight of her husband.

Though Brandon struggled with his riding boots, he found himself disrobed in a most expedient manner.

Marianne watched fixedly as he removed his breeches. Christopher noticed again a hint of irresolution upon her face as he removed his final garments, leaving his nude form exposed for her inspection. He sat atop the bed’s cover next to his wife, allowing that thin barrier to shield her until she was ready.

to be continued
helenarickman: Hermione Tootin' Granger (BrandonFuckMe)
Delaford was uncharacteristically empty as Brandon had dismissed all but his coachman for two days.

Following Marianne into the estate house, Brandon closed the door, shutting out the world so that there were none but he and his Miss Dashwood in all that existed.

He heard her whisper, “husband.” Looking into her face, he recognized that the desire and passion generated within the carriage had not dissipated. It was easy now, this cherished change in their accord, and he pulled her to his breast. Wrapping her within his arms, Christopher bent to capture her mouth with his. No longer satisfied with those tender, exploratory kisses shared only moments ago, he slipped his tongue between her lips. Marianne tensed, and as he slowly retreated, he felt her gain courage as her tongue reached for his.

A growl emerged from his core and he backed his bride against the wall.

~*~


A small surprise ran through Marianne’s body upon experiencing her husband’s kiss. His passion was of a different flavor than Willoughby’s, and she found she preferred Christopher’s less threatening intrusion. She liked the sensation and boldly sought to continue the kiss.

No doubt her reaction was not offensive to Christopher. On the contrary, her response elicited a primal compulsion from her husband. She felt her feet dance as he braced her against the entry wall, using his much larger body to pin her against him.

Her heart beat rapidly and the breath she lost was quickly replaced with his as he once again plundered her mouth. Marianne attempted to focus upon the kiss, but distraction captured her as his hand glided from the back of her shoulder, down her side and wrapped around the small of her back.

“Wife.” From somewhere under a deep velvet ocean Marianne was awakened by her husband’s moan. “Marianne, come with me. Let us retire to the bedchamber.”

Breathless yet energized, Marianne took his hand and went with her husband towards the south end of the manor, realizing her life would soon be forever changed.
helenarickman: Hermione Tootin' Granger (BrandonFuckMe)
“Those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder.”

Upon harkening to those words spoken clear and loud by his now brother, Brandon looked at the delicate hand held in his and lifted his eyes to meet Marianne’s.

In her eyes he could see forever – their happiness, their children, their dotage, their legacy. His smile belied his great joy; his soul yearned to burst forth and pronounce to all his adoration for Marianne.

~*~


Marianne took the hand of her husband as he helped her climb into the barouche. She studied his deportment as he shook the hand of Major Lyle Chisholm, his best man.

She pondered on why she had never noticed his rugged and handsome visage before. Was it the bright winter sun? Possibly. This was the only time whence she had seen him don his dress uniform. He made a comely officer. His red waistcoat promoted his fit torso; epaulets broadened his shoulders and a high collar enhanced a face that entranced her, excited her.

~*~


As coins flew from Christopher’s hand into the air, laughter and mirth joined their gleam.
helenarickman: Hermione Tootin' Granger (BrandonFuckMe)
Mrs. Dashwood followed the dim light to the kitchen and found her second daughter sitting alone at the table.

“The hour is late, Marianne! We must rise early on the morrow. What is wrong, my dearest?”

“Oh, Mama, I’m so worried.”

Mrs. Dashwood grinned. She recalled the eve of her own wedding so many years ago.

“Certainly you do not think he doesn’t love you, Marianne? I’ve not seen a man so taken with his intended since your father courted me.”

Mrs. Dashwood reached for the tea kettle and refreshed Marianne’s cup with the warm herbal brew.

“No, Mama, its not that. I know that he does, he has proven his regard… ” Marianne giggled and would say no more.

“But what is this hesitancy, Marianne? Are you concerned for his age?”

“Mama, do you remember how I said that love is to burn? To share a passion such as Romeo and Juliet? No doubt my Christopher has experienced this love before. What if he were to find me lacking? What if he is disappointed with his choice, once he compares me to any past passsions?”

Mrs. Dashwood stood and walked to where Marianne sat, leaning to wrap her arms around her daughter’s neck, kiss her head and chuckle softly. “Marianne, let us discuss the development of love. You will find you have no need to be concerned.”
helenarickman: Hermione Tootin' Granger (BrandonFuckMe)

Mr. and Mrs. John Dashwood had travelled from Sussex and accepted the hospitality of the Middletons for the duration of the wedding-tide. Mr. Dashwood seemed quite unlike his sisters, more impressed by the status of his host and an unsettling curiosity regarding Delaford. The Mrs. John Dashwood, neeFrances Ferrars, exhibited every outward sign of good breeding yet displayed sensibilities most unappealing.

As was her wont, Lady Middleton hosted a most auspicious dinner party in honor of the betrothed couple, Mr. Edward Ferrars and Miss Elinor Dashwood. Seating was coordinated by none other than her mother, and Mrs. Jennings was delighted to seat Colonel Brandon to the left hand of Miss Marianne; and both opposite the betrothed couple.

Shortly into the main course, as Marianne reached for her linen, a soft sneeze overtook her. The linen fell to the floor between herself and Christopher. Attentive to her distress, he leaned to his right to retrieve it as she leaned to her left to do the same. Their hands brushed upon one another, and though he was successful in the retrieval, Marianne brushed her fingers over his knuckles in an effort to reach the cloth.

A sensation most vexing flowed through his veins. Brandon stilled his breath as he turned to Marianne to return the lost item and noticed the lightest of a flush flow from her cheeks to her décolletage, and a look that conveyed the touch unintentional, yet most excitable.

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