< 04Molly > It is 2am of the same night. The house is very quiet. * @Morgan wanders through the cottage, room to room < 04Molly > Her door is open slightly, the bed clothes a complete tangle. Downstairs, she is not inside. the back door is open, and faint singing can be heard : < 04Molly > one sentimental moment in your arms, is like a shooting star, right through my heart... * @Morgan pushes quietly through the door, watching her for a moment * Molly write on parchment, leant on a book. Her eyes and expression are that of a young maid writing a deep and slightly suggestive letter to a lover. Now and then, her lips form a cheeky smile, before she pinches the lower one hard. Besider her is a glass of cherry brandy. She has not noticed him * @Morgan walks quietly over, boots barely making any noise in the grass * Molly continues singing, still idly writing, short lines each time * @Morgan coughs quietly * Molly suddenly shoves the paper into the book, shutting the book hard, and she looks very ashamed and very guilty < 04Molly > Morgan... I.... I did not hear you coming * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > so I gather... what have you got there blossom? < 04Molly > I... ummmm.... it is just something silly... unimportant.... * Molly looks to the floor, cheeks red, not meeting his eyes < 08@Morgan > then why the hurry to conceal it? < 04Molly > because I do not wish to hurt or discomfort you < 08@Morgan > I do not understand * Molly sighs heavily < 04Molly > If you were to see what I have written, you might be hurt, or angry < 08@Morgan > and now I'm really confused... and rather worried * Molly nods < 04Molly > I know... I do not know what to do... do I show you, and risk your displeasure? * @Morgan waits * Molly taps her foot, chewing her lip. she stands up. She takes out the paper, holing it as if it were a live snake < 04Molly > here... * Molly hands it to him, and the tears roll down her cheeks < 04Molly > ~on the side facing up when she hands it to him are various sketches of dress, lots of designs, with notes on cuts and fabrics, all obviously wedding gowns * Molly turns away * @Morgan looks it over, nodding < 08@Morgan > you realise, of course... * Molly looks up at the stars, voice near breaking < 04Molly > that it is very childish, and enough to make you see I am far too silly to be your wife? * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > oh no... it is quiet understandable to be considering the dress for your wedding... * Molly simply nods < 04Molly > and the other side? * @Morgan turns it over < 04Molly > ~on the other side is the quote from the play, written in elaborate script ''t were all one, that I should love a bright particular star, and seek to wed it, he is so above me, followed by (mtf) < 04Molly > Mrs M. Koertig, Molly Koertig, Lady Molly Koertig of Sudlachenburg, Veisgrafin Molly Isabella Koertig, Liebling... * @Morgan nods slowly * Molly keeps her back turned < 08@Morgan > I've been brought up to speak both languages... you know what habit I just cant break? < 04Molly > No, I do not... < 08@Morgan > von... I can never quite get of... Lady Molly Koertig von Sudlachenburg.... of just doesn't sound right * Molly feels her knees start to weaken, and she sits back in the chair she brought out from the parlour < 04Molly > I.... ummmm....it sounds so.... strange, to hear you say it... < 04Molly > You are not angry, or hurt, or afraid? * @Morgan laughs slightly * Molly turns to him, eyes clearly showing her own fear, and pain < 08@Morgan > Veisgrafin... you realise, of course, even were he to be exonorated... Charles Warwick would be socially inferior in title? < 04Molly > In truth, I do not care about the title, other than it being a great gift and honour you bestow upon me by marriage * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > but do not forget it... we may as well exploit the little advantages life bestows < 04Molly > Oh I shall not forget it, but I would have accepted were you simply master at arms... nay, simply a farmers son. I care for you, not for the increase in standing * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > it is very important to me that you know that, for many will say different < 08@Morgan > I knew it before you said it < 04Molly > I am glad of that... * Molly reaches out, stroking the back of his hand < 04Molly > May I ask something? < 08@Morgan > of course * Molly slips her hand in to his, looking up at him < 04Molly > When I put away the paper, what was it you were afraid of? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... you secretly professing a desire to be away from me and in the arms of Mr. Black * Molly looks pained by this, and stands. She embraces him tightly, more for comfort and reassurance than anything else < 04Molly > That could never happen < 08@Morgan > I am pleased to hear you say that < 04Molly > You need have no fears... my infatuation with him is long gone... and even if it were not, it is not a fraction of how I feel for you * @Morgan nods * Molly hugs him tightly before pulling away slightly, waiting to see his reaction < 04Molly > I am sorry my actions troubled you < 08@Morgan > do not fret, blossomg * Molly moves away, as he didnt try to keep her close. She picks up her glass < 04Molly > I do not think I like any of those designs, though I must commit to something soon, if I am to make it in time < 08@Morgan > I was wondering... would you prefer an avalonian style? * Molly looks thoughtful a moment, before her eyes light up. Her eyes dart, and she is obviously mentally talking something through in her mind < 04Molly > No, it will be a mix of many styles < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > Yes, thats it... might I have that parchment a moment? * @Morgan hands it over * Molly starts to draw, over the quote and signatures. she turns the parchment often, minor adjustments < 04Molly > A little fuller here, and that should be a little long... now that bit must be... yes and then... ahhhh haaa... * Molly does a final pencil stroke, and grins < 04Molly > Tomorrow, I must buy the fabric * @Morgan nods * Molly flings her arms around his neck < 04Molly > I can almost picture it already! Oh it shall be so beautiful, and international! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > if its all the same to you... I'll stick to my own national style < 04Molly > You can dress as you please, my love... though blue would be helpful * Molly kisses his cheek < 04Molly > but whatever makes you happy < 08@Morgan > blue? we shall have to see * Molly cant stop grinning < 04Molly > I wonder, could we possibly have an iconographer, if it is not too expensive? < 08@Morgan > of course < 04Molly > and a meal in the afternoon for all the gentry? * Molly smiles softly < 08@Morgan > gentry? < 04Molly > All the friends and acquaintances of your parents, dear heart... they ought to be allowed to join the celebration, and it might help me be welcomed with more ease * @Morgan rolls his eyes < 08@Morgan > I was more considering a meal in the tavern in Sudlachenburg < 04Molly > If that is your preference... I would quite like a party with dancing with all the villagers < 08@Morgan > thats more or less the way I was going * Molly grins < 04Molly > and would you dance, just once? I know you hate it, but it would mean a great deal to me < 08@Morgan > I never said I hated dancing * Molly 's eyes light up < 04Molly > so you would dance then?! < 08@Morgan > its customary * Molly hugs him tighter < 04Molly > I can not wait! * @Morgan smiles * Molly kisses his cheek again, progressively getting more confident that she will not be scolded < 04Molly > I think in some ways I am still a little afraid of you, you know.... < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > I am afraid of pushing the boundaries, mostly for not seeing where they lie, and you shouting at me, and your heart hardening against me * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I am unsure where they lie myself * Molly 's eyes suddenly change, and become very playful and cheeky < 04Molly > well... * Molly kisses his cheek 'tis not here'... she kisses his lips 'nor here', she takes his hand and place it on the nape of her neck 'nor here' * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > all right so far * Molly blushes, and her pulse quickens < 04Molly > yes... * Molly puts her hand over the back of his, and gently brings it round to the side of her neck. She briefly closes her eyes at the feather soft touch of his fingertips < 04Molly > and here? < 08@Morgan > fine so far * Molly brings his hand to her collar bone, the skin soft and smooth. She bites her lip, chest rising and falling greatly. < 04Molly > I would think here is perhaps bordering upon your discomfort... < 08@Morgan > not noticably * Molly 's eyes widen, and her hand trembles < 04Molly > I fear I shall not find the boundary until I carelessly stumble through it < 08@Morgan > that is possible, yes * Molly bites the thumb nail on her other hand, eyes thoughtful. with a deep breath, she moves his hand lower, so it is half way down the rising curve of her cleavage. She meets his eyes, with effort. < 04Molly > and there? * @Morgan starts to blush * Molly very quickly removes his hand, eyes dropping to the floor < 04Molly > I am so sorry < 08@Morgan > I am somewhat lost... it has been so long... * Molly looks back to him, eyes full of compassion < 04Molly > I pushed too far... do not worry, it is hard an essential < 04Molly > hardly* < 08@Morgan > you did not push too far blossom * Molly lifts his hand, and kisses it < 04Molly > I am so very relieved to know such * Molly then blushes hard < 04Molly > I.... ummmm.... would it be easier were you to show me? < 08@Morgan > I dont think so * Molly nods < 04Molly > do you wish to stop? * @Morgan blushes < 08@Morgan > not particularly * Molly feels her heart thudding hard in her chest. she kisses his lips very softly and tenderly. < 04Molly > Please, it is a potentially dangerous game,and I would have you stop me the moment it is uncomfortable to you, dear heart... *molly takes a deep breath of the warm night air* I... I would wish to continue... * @Morgan nods * Molly puts his hand back on the upward curve of her right breast, her low cut shift quite revealing. Her skin is hot, and flushed, and it takes all her concentration to focus on this exploration, not these new sensations she's never felt before < 04Molly > and that is not unpleasant? < 08@Morgan > not in the slightest blossom * Molly bites her lip. 'tis not unpleasant for me either'. She moves his hand lower, trying to stop her hand shaking. she places it over the fullest part of her breast, her hand resting over his but not holding him there. She looks down at their hands before swallowing hard ;thought; focus molly, this is too important to let your reactions get the better of you ;/thoughts; < 04Molly > and that? * @Morgan moves his hand round slightly, then back to where it was * Molly gasps slightly, before biting her lip hard < 04Molly > that is... most definately not unpleasant * Molly tightens her grasp over his hand, pushing his fingers more against the softness of her breast. She looks up at him, expression a mix of nervousness, compassion and the reactions she's trying to hide, betrayed by the flushing her cheeks, her reddening lips and her wide pupils < 04Molly > can you bear that? < 08@Morgan > I... I can * Molly closes her eyes briefly, trying to compose herself < 04Molly > do you wish to stop? * @Morgan flushes < 08@Morgan > no * Molly nods, and kisses him gently on the lips, reassuringly < 04Molly > then I shall happily proceed * Molly moves his hand away a moment, and takes off the gown, dropping it to the floor. She runs her fingers through the mass of red curls. She wears just her shift, very reminiscent of the day he saved her, her curves natural and unrestrained. she moves closer, pressing the length of her body against hi, and kisses him deeply * @Morgan responds, placing a hand at the small of her back and the other at the nape of her neck * Molly is very warm, and the heat radiates through her cotton shift to his hand. she holds him a little closer, the kiss is far more restrained than she has kissed him in the past, though she struggles to maintain that restraint * Molly pulls away, breathing hard. < 04Molly > Tolerable? < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > further, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > I... would it trouble you? < 08@Morgan > I would not wish to push you further than you wished simply through a desire to please me * Molly bites her lip < 04Molly > As I spoke earlier, I give myself to you completely... my worry is more that there will be a point in which I struggle to ignore the way I am feeling < 08@Morgan > and that would be? < 04Molly > It is hard to explain *her voice becomes quieter* it is so very distracting, and I find it hard to think upon anything other than the sensation of your hand upon me.... It... it is hard for me not to lose myself in that, and remain focused upon this... * Molly pulls away a bit < 08@Morgan > perhaps then we should stop... I would not wish to go further than is... I would not rob you of the propriety you fought so hard to keep * Molly looks unhappy, but covers it with neutrality < 04Molly > do you, for your own sake alone, wish to stop? * @Morgan speaks with little more than a whisper < 08@Morgan > no * Molly once again closes her eyes, and she visibly trembles < 04Molly > it is not my wish to stop yet... * Molly looks up at him nervously, her pupils very dilated. she looks at his pupils * Molly takes a deep breath to try and steady herself. Taking his hand, she puts it on the indent where he neck meets her collarbone, which as before makes her shiver, and her legs weaken very briefly. < 04Molly > is that tolerable? * @Morgan nods * Molly slowly runs his hand down over the swell of her breast, which she cant help but breathe in deeply, which inadvertantly pushes her breast more into his hand. She stops at the same point as before, just before reaching the fabric of her shift < 04Molly > i.... is that alright? < 08@Morgan > it... it is * Molly pinches her lower lip with her other hand, and nods... she very very slowly bring his hand down to the fullest part of her breast, and the cotton is ineffective at preventing the feel of her nipple against his palm. she loosens her grip on his hand, and she has to close her eyes, biting her lip and taking a deep breath to compose herself :concentrate moll, damn you: * @Morgan squeezes ever so slightly * Molly cant help but whimper with the pleasure she's trying so hard to control. < 04Molly > th... that is... goodness... * Molly shakes her head slightly, and swears quietly in eisen. She goes on to her tiptoes and presses herself against him, inadvertantly squashing his hand between them. She kisses him passionately, having to find some outlet for it. * @Morgan returns the kiss, moaning slightly * Molly wraps her arms tighter around his neck, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and she whimpers now and then. After about 20 seconds, she pulls away, cheeks bright red. < 04Molly > I...i'm sorry... * @Morgan breathes hard < 08@Morgan > d.. dont be < 04Molly > I just got carried away... is... is it supposed to feel like this? * Molly stays standing reasonably close, voice quiet < 08@Morgan > I think so, yes < 04Molly > did you have a rope swing as a child? < 08@Morgan > no < 08@Morgan > the only place nearby to tie one was the schwartzenwald < 04Molly > then you may not understand... but it is like jumping from one at full swing... for a moment, you're flying and it is amazing, pure pleasure that overwhelms your senses, forcing out everything from your mind... and you can feel the floor rush towards you, a building... *she shrugs* something... < 08@Morgan > I... I dont understand < 04Molly > I just do not know quite how to explain the way I feel, how it asaults my senses and fills me with such pleasure, such a strange heat... * Molly 's brow furrows in frustration at noth being able to explain it < 04Molly > I can not put it in to the right words! * @Morgan nods, smiling slightly < 04Molly > is it your wish to stop? < 08@Morgan > no, blossom * Molly nods < 04Molly > I promise I shall make a concerted effort to restrain myself * Molly takes both his hands, and kisses them. she carefully places them on the outer curve of each breast, so easy to feel beneath the fabric * @Morgan 's eyelids flutter for a moment * Molly strokes the back of his hands, encouraging him. she rises up, and softly kisses his neck < 04Molly > does this please you also, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > very much so * Molly whispers softly < 04Molly > I would not have you afraid of me... please, feel free to explore if you desire it... < 08@Morgan > I do not wish to upset you < 04Molly > You will not upset me, my love, I swear on my life * @Morgan runs his hands slowly around the curve and under her breasts * Molly moans softly, and her knees give way, but she catches herself quickly. She kisses up the length of his neck, hot, yearning kisses * Molly moves away a little < 04Molly > this does not cause you discomfort? < 08@Morgan > no, blossom... none < 08@Morgan > except for the concern that I will make you uncomfortable < 04Molly > Please, you will not make me uncomfortable at all... It drives me to distraction, yes, by the gods, I have never felt anything so wondderful in my life! * Molly kisses his lips quickly < 04Molly > I do not know what I can do to reassure you... < 08@Morgan > I... I dont know * Molly breathes in deeply, and her hands tremble as she undoes the three small buttons on the front of shift, which splits the front, exposing the soft curves from the underside of her breast and up her cleavage. She bites her lip < 04Molly > I can think of no other way to demonstrate that this is completely of my own will and desire, without fear or hesitation upon my part * @Morgan blushes < 04Molly > Do you wish to stop < 08@Morgan > n... no, I do not < 08@Morgan > but surely you feel such things should be conducted after the wedding? < 04Molly > I am certain that there are certain things that should not be done until the wedding night... but I do not think this little exploration would hinder that... * @Morgan nods slowly * Molly watches his reaction closely, trying to gauge how forward to be < 04Molly > I still intend to be a virgin when I come to our marriage bed... < 08@Morgan > as is right * Molly carefully takes his right hand, watching his eyes... she slowly raises it, slipping his fingers in to the front of her shift and on to the soft skin of her breast. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, moaning softly < 04Molly > can you cope with this, my love? * @Morgan breathes quickly < 08@Morgan > I can * Molly can't help but push her breast closer to his hand, feeling a jolt as the edge of his hand catches her nipple < 04Molly > Oh my! * @Morgan jumps < 08@Morgan > are you... are you ok? * Molly takes his other hand and kisses it < 04Molly > Yes, it was just.... very intense, wonderful, for a brief flash, but I do not know why * @Morgan runs his thumb over her nipple again * Molly cries out softly < 08@Morgan > well, it seems its not defective < 04Molly > oh my good god, that is amazing! * Molly kisses him hard < 04Molly > I... I think perhaps the other may need checking also... * @Morgan places a thumb over the other nipple and rubs it back and forth lightly * Molly tilts her head back slightly, giving herself over to the sensations < 04Molly > I wish I could explain to you just how incredibly wonderful that feels, and how it causes my passions to rise... * @Morgan smiles < 04Molly > are you certain that this does not make you uncomfortable, and is not unpleasant? < 08@Morgan > I think that is fairly obvious < 08@Morgan > I am certain < 04Molly > I can not help but wonder something though... *she kisses his neck* if this does not *kiss* trouble you *kiss*, what on theah *kiss* would? *she bites his neck gently* * @Morgan moans and shudders * Molly finds his reaction infectious, and presses her body close to his, moaning slightly as she bites his neck slightly harder, but not painfully so * Molly speaks, her words playing against the sensitive skin on his neck < 04Molly > Does this make it difficult to answer, dearest one? < 08@Morgan > oh, ever so slightly * Molly runs her tongue up his neck < 04Molly > Oh dear, we would not want that... 'she kisses his neck again* * Molly bites his neck gently once more, and then softly sucks where she has bitten * @Morgan shudders < 08@Morgan > I think... perhaps we should go inside * Molly pulls away < 04Molly > Aye, I suppose it is quite late.... *she sounds very disapointed* < 08@Morgan > I was more thinking of any of the staff being restless and looking out of a high window < 04Molly > ohhh, I had not though of that... * Molly takes him by the hand, and leads him in to the parlour. She waits for him to sit * @Morgan sits down * Molly slips on to his lap with ease, much easier in just her shift. She smiles softly, and slowly pulls down the top of her shift, lowering it to her waist.. She grins wickedly < 04Molly > far more practical... and i am a practical girl < 08@Morgan > that much is definitely true < 04Molly > is that amenable to you? < 08@Morgan > definitely * Molly 's breasts are completely exposed, and her lack of modesty has never been more clear. Her large breasts have pinkish brown areola, with pinky red nipples, which the slight night chill has hardened < 04Molly > good * Molly snuggles against him, returning to kissing, sucking and biting his neck * @Morgan turns his head in and begins kissing molly's neck * Molly bites him slightly harder and she moans at the intensity of his mouth in such a sensitive spot < 04Molly > by the gods, morgan, you are amazing... * Molly manages to find his hands without looking, and puts them back on her breasts softly * @Morgan runs his palms flat over her breasts, sucking slightly on her neck * Molly groans, presseing her breats against his hands, and bites him a little harder * Molly pulls away, kissing his cheek, and then towards his mouth * @Morgan kisses down to her collarbone, backing up slightly to manage it * Molly shivers right down her spine, fidgeting in his lap noticeably * Molly pulls away < 04Molly > we ought to leave this as it is, and continue another night * @Morgan breathes heavily < 08@Morgan > I think you might be right < 04Molly > after all, we must see my father in the morning, and it is scarce few hours * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > to bed then, my love? *she stands, though leaves the shift as is* < 08@Morgan > I think so, yes * Molly leads him up to the landing, kissing him hard and passionately * Molly pulls away < 04Molly > Goodnight, dearest one... sleep well < 08@Morgan > goodnight blossom * Molly disapears into her room [ 6:34am ] Morgan «~mads@212.183.134.66» has Quit iRC ( 04— 14I 04- 15n 04- 15v 04- 00i 04- 00s 04- 15i 04- 15o 04- 14n 04— 3.0 (March '08) 11) 12 « 111 person 12 » * Morgan [~mads@212.183.134.66] has left IRC Session Close: Fri May 01 06:45:00 2009