** You are now disconnected ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Thursday, 20 January 2022 18:05:03 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea (Molly) **At first he dreams in the same timeline as last night, where he tossed and turned for hours hearing her moan his nickname in his head again and again. It is the evening after, they haven't even discussed what happened the night before. After some time spent kissing downstairs she is kissing him goodnight on the landing. She presses the length of her body close to him, kissing a little deeper, a little harder** * Morgan returns her kiss (Molly) **She moves away a little, and looks at him shyly** (Molly) Goodnight, liebes herz * Morgan nods (Morgan) goodnight blossom * Molly watches him a moment "Would you like me to keep my door closed and be quieter tonight, now that I know what I am doing?" * Morgan blushes before shaking his head (Molly) I hope it didn't stop you sleeping last night… (Morgan) a little perhaps * Molly chews the corner of her lower lip "I hope that isn't because you were thinking bad things about me" (Morgan) No blossom, not at all * Molly nods (Molly) I am glad... I hope whatever was troubling you troubles you less tonight (Morgan) it wasn't... troubling as such (Molly) No? What was it? * Molly watches him curiously * Morgan sighs (Morgan) arousing * Molly 's brows raise (Molly) Oh! I... I didn't realise... I'm sorry (Morgan) there's no need to be (Molly) I wouldn't wish to make you uncomfortable like that * Morgan smiles slightly * Molly blinks rapidly "You... you aren't troubled by it being arousing to you?" (Morgan) No... * Molly looks very relieved "Oh good" (Morgan) good? (Molly) If you had been upset, I would have ensured you did not need to hear it... * Morgan nods (Molly) Also, it's... *she blushes* (Morgan) its what? (Molly) I quite like the idea that you are listening and it doesn't trouble you… that you approve of my actions and enjoyment *she blushes, smiling* * Morgan nods slowly (Molly) Is that alright, that I like that? * Morgan nods (Morgan) aye * Molly nods (Molly) I am going to my bed then... (Morgan) alright blossom * Molly kisses him on the lips briefly before pulling away, eyes lingering on him a moment before she goes into her room * Molly leaves the door mostly open. The layout means he can see part of the room but not the bed, which is tucked in behind the door. * Morgan heads into his own room (Molly) **He hears ten minutes of her singing quietly to herself as she undresses, brushes out her hair and prepares for bed, then the sound of her getting in and comfortable. * Morgan settles on his bed with his book (Molly) **The first sound other than the gentle movement of the bed is a long slow murmur of relaxation, clearer again because of the door. His book is on his bedside table just where he left it, at the point where the ship is off a dangerous coast, and despite the night being incredibly calm there is a whisper of breeze through the bound sails** (Molly) **Next he hears a moan again, the pleasure of her fingers on herself intimately, and more soft moans follow it, interspersed with little gasps as the sensation surprises her once more. It is hard to focus, and he reads a line about how the man in the crow's nest notices a strange disturbance on the surface under the silvery moon three times, his eyes coming back to it as her pleasure distracts him somewhat** * Morgan puts the book aside, rubbing himself (Molly) **There's not as much exploration of the rhythm tonight, quickly settling into what seemed to work so well the previous night. He can hear her almost as clearly as if she were in his bed, in his arms. Her whimpers and sighs are escalating. * Morgan continues (Molly) *She starts to draw in and hold the breaths between the intense moans, the point she had first stopped last night. The bed rhythm becomes louder as her fingers become faster, rougher * Morgan does likewise (Molly) *she speaks aloud, driven by arousal strong enough to lower inhibition, her voice full of need* feels… so… good… * Morgan rubs himself harder (Molly) **her breathing escalates, becoming fast, harsh pants, a quick gasped inhale followed by a sound on the exhale, an Mmm, an Ah, sometimes it is more suppressed like a harsher breath. They come in an unpredictable stream, about one every second and getting louder** * Morgan continues (Molly) **Still mid-climax, she moans quietly but with ecstasy clearly heard "Oh god! Oh my god!" * Morgan smiles as he rubs himself (Molly) **she exhales hard, then continues to provide plenty of intense sounds of her continuing enjoyment, and the moving bed sounds illuminate for him that this must be making her tense and writhe only a handful of inches away from him** * Morgan breathes out slowly, trying to calm down (Molly) **she peaks once more, pitch turning higher. It sounds slightly muffled as if she cries out against a pillow or her own hand** (Molly) **her movements starts to slow a little, murmurs becoming softer, less urgent * Morgan slows his own movements down * Molly suddenly climaxes hard once more, it seems to take her by surprise. She moans "oh god, liebes herz", the intensity of the sound becoming almost a growly sort of sound * Morgan speeds up again * Molly 's bed creaks more, and she seems to become even more swept away by this as she peaks yet again. If anything, she is getting louder, less inhibited, and more primal * Morgan makes a 'huh' noise involuntarily * Molly writhes violently in the bed, which makes the headboard make contact with wall in a series of small taps. She moans so intensely it sounds almost like pain, and she grinds out words amidst the shocking pleasure "Oh god, liebes herz, fuck!" * Morgan tries not to laugh * Molly orgasms hard again, then gradually peaks softer, then further apart * Morgan rubs himself furiously, chasing his own orgasm * Molly moans softly, sustained and drawn out, sounding shuddery, breathless, and almost awed by the sensations * Morgan finally gets there, loosing himself (Molly) *she lets out a quiet sigh of relief and pleasure, the movements coming to a stop* * Morgan lets out a quiet breath before moving to get cleaned up (Molly) *her heavy breathing starts to slow as she comes back down to earth** (Molly) **He has a hand towel on the bedside table where he can use it after his nightmares. The etched line picture on the front of the book has a shipwreck on the shore, and in the horizon, an island, it looks like Lundy** * Morgan looks at the picture before using the towel (Molly) *she exhales hard* wow… * Morgan smiles to himself, settling back into bed (Molly) Liebes herz? (Morgan) yes blossom? (Molly) *she sounds utterly spent and dazed* Thank you for teaching me about this (Morgan) you are quite welcome (Molly) Are you alright? (Morgan) aye (Molly) Good... *she makes a very long pause as if she's thinking about something before she simply says* Goodnight (Morgan) Goodnight blossom * Molly settles down, sighing with satisfaction * Morgan smiles slightly, trying to settle down (Molly) **he starts to hear an odd noise, like crying** * Morgan frowns, listening (Molly) **It gets louder** * Morgan tries to pinpoint the sound (Molly) **It seems to be everywhere. It sounds like a baby** (Morgan) what the hell? (Molly) **It is Thomas crying quietly that awakens him, he thinks it is around two. Molly doesn't seem to hear it. It reminds him of the many nights Jana would stir in the crib he made her, not the Koertig family heirloom she ought to be in, and he would reach in and pat her, sometimes soothing her back to sleep before she needed to be put to Dietlinde's breast. He is thinking of her tiny nails when he falls back asleep. (Molly) **It is the night before the are due to sail for the Monastery, his and Molly's return from Carleon three weeks ago. Despite their discussion that although there was mutual arousal and they had to be reserved, they had ended up unable to draw away from kissing and drinking for half the night. (Molly) **He should have known better, but the attraction, desire and intoxication had led to them making love on the couch. He'd yearned to sink into her body, into her arms, into her spirit and tender care for him. He'd felt properly alive for the first time in years, everything as warmed up as an excellent sparring sensation, as urgent and excited as watching an approaching army. (Molly) **She'd been so responsive and orgasmic, her caressing hands all over his bare arms and back, no shyness about moaning during each peak. He'd arched, swollen and pleasure surging, strong climax begun. (Molly) **His fight between need and willpower was fierce. He'd never withdrawn from Dietlinde, always burying deep and grinding within her, because they'd either been wanting a child, she'd been pregnant, or her courses hadn't resumed due to feeding. (Molly) **He'd managed to withdraw from Molly at the last possible moment despite how violently his body was shuddering from orgasm, dragging his throbbing erection from her hot core and pressing it to her mound, a buck of his hips accompanying the hard pulsing that shot what felt like buckets of his seed onto the soft skin of her belly and into the curly hair. . (Molly) ** Two years without release had left him shocked by the intensity of sexual pleasure and meant he'd needed several moments before his brain re-engaged, just resting on his arms above Molly who appeared to find his release pleasurable enough to quietly orgasm again. (Molly) **Then suddenly, vulnerability and reality had hit him. He'd hated himself badly for betraying his vows to Dietlinde, written clear in pain on his face. Molly had apologised profusely, and seeing tears well in his eyes had said "Talk to me, liebes herz, you can cry to me, I won't think less of you or judge you". (Molly) **He didn't want to talk. As she wiped her stomach and between her thighs with her discarded shift he'd pulled on his breeches, snatched up his clothes and bid her a terse goodnight (the only thing he could manage to get to come through his choked up throat) and shut the door firmly** (Molly) **He'd scrubbed at himself with the cold water, soap and a rough flannel until his flaccid manhood and balls stung, trying to get the smell of sex that was both familiar and different to what he was used to off him. (Molly) ** Then he'd climbed into bed with a bottle of scotch, sobbed quietly into a pillow between mouthfuls, and wished for death desperately, feeling like the most dishonourable, despicable wretch to have ever lived. The last thing he'd remembered was dropping the empty bottle on the floor. (Molly) **The next morning it had been on the nightstand. He'd caught a glimpse of it reflecting the shaft of early-morning sunlight between his curtains, too bright for his pounding head. So he'd also missed dawn too, another betrayal. (Molly) ** A pillow was propped behind him to stop him turning to his back and possibly choking to death if he vomited. To the same end, a towel was beneath his head, and a chamber pot was strategically placed on the floor. (Molly) **It was not the scotch roiling in his belly but guilt and self-hatred. Regardless, he vomited twice before getting dressed. Molly looked like she hadn't slept a wink, but was tidily dressed and groomed, and packed despite them having three more days here. Her insistence that they go home was a relief. (Molly) **The distance between them was immediate, her behaviour formal and politely neutral, a master-at-arms and a housekeeper, not friends. He'd ridden up with the coachman when it was dry, and she'd read or slept most of the three days travel back, and then disappeared back into Catherine's house, always working but never present. (Molly) **In the three weeks since, he has missed her. His world felt much greyer and colder. He has missed their friendship and having her as a confidant. He missed her presence and smile. His guilt is still a daily torment, but he hopes they can regain any small measure of the friendship they had once had. (Molly) **After dinner she is sweeping the floor, Curtis poorly and in bed. It's just the two of them in the dining hall, and she seems to be making no effort to gain his notice** * Morgan sits at the table, sighing heavily * Molly glances at him (Molly) Tea? (Morgan) please * Molly returns a minute later with a cup for him, but she resumes sweeping (Morgan) Molly... can we talk? * Molly nods, still sweeping (Molly) Yes (Morgan) sit, please... * Molly sets down the broom, and comes to sit across from him, fingers interlinked on the table. She looks a little tired (Molly) Yes? (Morgan) I'm sorry... I've treated you terribly * Molly shakes her head (Molly) It is my fault, I shouldn't have mentioned imagining kissing you. * Morgan shakes his head (Morgan) you did nothing wrong... * Molly looks at her hands (Molly) I am not going to Castille tomorrow. (Morgan) You wish to be away from me. (Molly) No. (Morgan) Then why? (Molly) I have things to do here that are urgent. * Molly still doesn't look up (Morgan) such as? (Molly) I need to get Curtis to agree to a De Futuro betrothal. * Molly looks up. Her expression is serious * Morgan sighs (Morgan) I understand * Molly watches his expression (Molly) Do you? (Morgan) because of what I took from you (Molly) You took nothing that was not freely given. (Morgan) Regardless... I did you wrong (Molly) No... * Morgan nods * Molly pulls her shawl tighter around her (Molly) That is not why. (Morgan) then why? * Molly watches him solemnly (Molly) I have missed my course by a week, and I was sick this morning and yesterday. * Morgan frowns (Morgan) but... I withdrew... * Molly nods (Molly) I recall (Morgan) and yet... (Molly) I've asked a midwife. It is uncommon, but it happens. (Morgan) oh Molly... I am sorry (Molly) I have not lain with anyone else. (Morgan) I did not suggest such * Molly fiddles with the fringing on the shawl (Molly) If he will agree, I will keep the child and pass it off as his. Only you and I know what happened that night. Once Curtis is well I will go to his bed and he will see blood that alongside that letter confirms he has taken my virginity. Sometimes babies come a few weeks earlier and noone needs to be any the wiser. * Morgan frowns (Morgan) and if he does not? (Molly) If he will not, I will break the engagement and leave with the money I have left from Carleon. I will go away somewhere and do whatever I need to resolve the problem. (Morgan) what do you mean resolve it? * Molly looks deeply unhappy (Molly) I know what herbs to take and how. Though I would far prefer the child lives, I will do what is necessary. (Morgan) What of your future? (Molly) I would look for work, perhaps I can get a character reference from Lady Torrington. I have not thought that far ahead. (Morgan) You don't care for Jaeger (Molly) He is... not a bad man. (Morgan) thats not what I said (Molly) I care for him as a friend. (Morgan) and me? * Molly looks pained "Morgan..." * Morgan sighs * Molly does likewise (Molly) What I feel for you... It's not what worher of us would have chosen. (Molly) Either* (Morgan) I do not wish my child to be raised by him * Molly interlinks her fingers (Molly) You would prefer I use the herbs? (Morgan) No (Molly) I cannot give the child any sort of life alone. (Morgan) What if... I took care of you both? (Molly) I do not see how that would- *she pauses a moment, taking a long shallow breath with her eyes closed* (Molly) -work in everyone's favour. (Morgan) Why not? (Molly) Because now that I know what intercourse can be like, I want it to be part of my future. I could lead Curtis to being competent now I know what competence is. * Morgan frowns (Morgan) Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement... (Molly) I do not wish to live the life of a spinster, or some distant family member. I will- *she stands suddenly, pushing her chair back* just a minute! **she makes a dash for the kitchen* (Molly) **He can hear her bear the consequences of their intoxicated tryst as she casts up her accounts. A couple of minutes passes before she returns with a cup of hot water that smells like ginger and lemon** (Molly) I'm sorry. Where were we? (Morgan) I was suggesting some sort of arrangement... I'm not asking you to be a spinster, but... I don't wish my child to be raised by Jaeger... (Molly) What sort of arrangement? (Morgan) well, I don't know... you could have lovers, perhaps... (Molly) But I would never be permitted to wed? * Molly sips the concoction (Morgan) That could be decided in the future... (Molly) And what about when the child was grown? What happens then? (Morgan) I dont _know_... I don't have an answer for something I only just learned about * Molly nods (Molly) I am sorry. I would never have wished this disaster to befall you * Morgan sighs (Morgan) It is... unfortunate in this circumstance, but life is not a disaster * Molly shrugs (Molly) Having finally proven that my family were right about the sort of girl I am, it rather feels like it. (Morgan) No... no, you mustn't think that * Molly looks at the table. He can see she is trying not to cry (Morgan) I will look after you... (Molly) But I must break the engagement. And then I have to leave Tawstock. (Morgan) You don't need to leave Tawstock (Molly) Yes I do! I cannot bear to have people see me increasing here without a wedding ring! (Morgan) That is what it would take? (Molly) Why would I need to stay in Tawstock where they will call me a whore and be far more accurate this time? * Molly looks distressed more than angry * Morgan scowls (Morgan) thats not how it was (Molly) I know that! It was... it was... *she sighs* it was magical, and wonderful and it fills my dreams, but it was far beyond acceptable behaviour. * Molly frowns deeply, watching him * Morgan stares into middle distance (Molly) I shouldn't have told you. You would probably have come back from Castille to he and I wed, and never have been any the wiser! (Morgan) There's no point in what if'ing. (Molly) If I try to marry him, you would stop me? * Morgan nods (Molly) It is _my_ body that will undergo the strain and changes, and my life that would be risked by birthing the baby. The decision should be mine because of that. * Morgan sits upright (Morgan) very well * Molly looks wary as hell (Molly) Very well? (Morgan) It is clear nothing I say will make any difference, it seems you have already made your decision (Molly) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am scared, and I never intended for any of this! (Morgan) I never thought you did... (Molly) I don't know what to do! You're leaving tomorrow, and I am going to have to bear all this alone, and I just want a life I will not find unbearable! *she sobs, putting her face in her hands* (Morgan) I will be coming back... especially now... (Molly) But it will still be three weeks or more (Morgan) What worries you about that time? (Molly) Because for it to look like it is his child, I would have to lay with him as soon as possible. I could not afford to wait three weeks, the child would clearly be too big to be born a little early... * Morgan sighs (Morgan) I dont _want_ you to do that. If you need to wed, that is what I will do. (Molly) That would be intolerable for you. (Morgan) Having my child raised by him would be intolerable (Molly) Having any woman in her place would be intolerable. * Morgan scowls (Morgan) it is the right thing to do (Molly) I would be able to take lovers once the child was born and I was churches? (Molly) Churched? (Morgan) I expect so * Molly nods "And I would have to live in Tawstock?" (Morgan) My thoughts on that are... complex (Molly) And you would never take lovers or a mistress? (Morgan) Why would that matter? (Molly) Because if you would not be willing or able to make love to me, as your wife, I would be deeply hurt by you making love to other women. * Molly sips her hot drink * Morgan blinks * Molly watches him (Molly) What? (Morgan) I... did not realise you were so affected by that (Molly) By having a marriage without love-making? (Morgan) That the idea of my being intimate with another would hurt you... * Molly nods (Molly) It would, very badly. (Morgan) You need not worry on that * Molly nods (Molly) And you would keep me after our child was grown and had made their own life? I would not be left destitute? (Morgan) I will take care of you. * Molly nods (Molly) Are there any conditions you would wish to negotiate upon? (Morgan) probably. I don't know yet * Molly nods (Molly) Then I will break my engagement. * Morgan nods (Morgan) arrange for the betrothal, I will sign it upon my return (Molly) And we can count it as consummated already, we must just lie about the date? * Morgan nods (Morgan) if you wish (Molly) I would not force you to do it again. * Morgan nods * Molly nods, standing up "Very well. Goodnight then" * Morgan nods * Molly takes her cup, heading towards the servant's quarters. She pauses at the door "Morgan?" (Morgan) yes? (Molly) "I appreciate your generosity and sacrifice." * Morgan shakes his head (Morgan) It is the right thing to do... my... reaction hides the fact I care for you (Molly) **she nods** "I hope one day you will be able to forgive me enough to call me Blossom again." (Morgan) There is no need for you to be forgiven... our recent estrangement has stopped us talking... (Molly) I have been very preoccupied in recent days * Morgan nods (Morgan) Get some sleep, we'll talk before I leave * Molly nods "Goodnight, Liebes herz" (Morgan) goodnight blossom * Molly goes, the door closing behind her and leaving him in utter silence, all alone in the dining room * Morgan drinks his tea (Molly) **A crying baby wakes him once more** ** You are now disconnected (Connection timed out)