An Offer From A Gentleman: Part 1
Jun. 26th, 2002 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyThis is a chapter of the book that jic and I changed on the road. Well, the part that I felt inspired to write up so far. I'll probably put more of it up later, 'cause it amuses me.
Legal info: written by Julia Quinn in 2001, published by HarperCollins
Background: Sophie (Lance) is the bastard daughter (son but apparently in drag) of the late Earl Penwood. No one knows this but Sophie and her stepfamily, who mostly hate her and treated her like a servant until she finally left at 21. She first met Benedict (Justin) when she snuck out to a ball. Now, he has saved her from some rapist-type men, and believe me when I say it's less random than that in the book. Anyway, he doesn't know that she's the woman that he fell in love with at the ball - never was in good enough light to see her eye color, which is green. As the chapter starts, Sophie was just spooked by seeing her stepfamily and, in shock, went to Benedict's house with him. She tells him that he has the soul of an artist and they kiss.
Lance had been kissed before - he had been kissed by Justin before - but nothing, not a single moment of a single kiss, prepared him for this.
It wasn't a kiss. It was heaven.
Justin kissed him with an intensity that Lance could barely comprehend, his lips teasing Lance's, stroking, nibbling, caressing. Justin stoked a fire within Lance, a desire to be loved, a need to love in return. And God help him, all Lance wanted to do was kiss Justin back.
Lance heard Justin murmuring his name, but it barely registered over the roaring in his ears. This was desire. This was need. How foolish of him to ever think that he could deny this. How self-important to think that he could be stronger than passion.
"Lance, Lance," Justin said, over and over, his lips on Lance's cheek, his neck, his ear. Justin said Lance's name so many times that it seemed to soak into his skin.
Lance felt Justin's hands on the buttons of his dress, could feel the fabric loosening as each slipped through its buttonhole. This was everything Lance had always sworn he would never do, yet when his bodice tumble to his waist, leaving him shamelessly exposed he groaned Justin's name and arched his back, offering himself to Justin like some sort of forbidden fruit.
Legal info: written by Julia Quinn in 2001, published by HarperCollins
Background: Sophie (Lance) is the bastard daughter (son but apparently in drag) of the late Earl Penwood. No one knows this but Sophie and her stepfamily, who mostly hate her and treated her like a servant until she finally left at 21. She first met Benedict (Justin) when she snuck out to a ball. Now, he has saved her from some rapist-type men, and believe me when I say it's less random than that in the book. Anyway, he doesn't know that she's the woman that he fell in love with at the ball - never was in good enough light to see her eye color, which is green. As the chapter starts, Sophie was just spooked by seeing her stepfamily and, in shock, went to Benedict's house with him. She tells him that he has the soul of an artist and they kiss.
Lance had been kissed before - he had been kissed by Justin before - but nothing, not a single moment of a single kiss, prepared him for this.
It wasn't a kiss. It was heaven.
Justin kissed him with an intensity that Lance could barely comprehend, his lips teasing Lance's, stroking, nibbling, caressing. Justin stoked a fire within Lance, a desire to be loved, a need to love in return. And God help him, all Lance wanted to do was kiss Justin back.
Lance heard Justin murmuring his name, but it barely registered over the roaring in his ears. This was desire. This was need. How foolish of him to ever think that he could deny this. How self-important to think that he could be stronger than passion.
"Lance, Lance," Justin said, over and over, his lips on Lance's cheek, his neck, his ear. Justin said Lance's name so many times that it seemed to soak into his skin.
Lance felt Justin's hands on the buttons of his dress, could feel the fabric loosening as each slipped through its buttonhole. This was everything Lance had always sworn he would never do, yet when his bodice tumble to his waist, leaving him shamelessly exposed he groaned Justin's name and arched his back, offering himself to Justin like some sort of forbidden fruit.
