Myshuno! 2012 - piece 1
Title: Frustration
Prompt: Wedding night/A man's disdain for the difficulty involved in undressing his wife ~OR~ "Cannot a man simply ravish without wading through yards of taffeta?" ( regacylady.)
Rating: This is fairly suggestive, so 15 I guess.
Spoiler rating: 1/10.
Summary: Ezra discovers that consummating his marriage is more difficult than he anticipated.
Notes: This takes place during the last chapter and was so much fun to write.
Word Count: 563.
Ezra was frustrated. He shouldn’t be. It was, after all, his wedding night. Well, wedding afternoon technically, but if, after over four years of desiring the woman who was now his wife, anyone thought that he was going to wait until the sun went down to consummate his passion for her, then they had quite clearly taken leave of their senses. But therein, lay the source of his frustration. On arriving at their new home, they had made straight to their bedchamber, where Ezra had found himself deftly relieved of all his clothing including the loose breeches he wore under his trousers, but his wife. His wife was still practically fully clothed. The only items she had lost, were her shoes, her veil and most of the hair pins that had held her loose plait in place throughout the day.
As he kissed Bethany passionately, he moved his hand down from the rigid bodice of her dress to her thigh and encountered the yards of fabric that shielded her flesh from his touch. He let out a groan of frustration, and Bethany pulled away from him. Worry and confusion crossed her features. “Is something wrong?” she asked, while she continued to trace deliciously distracting patterns on his bare chest.
“Yes,” he replied.
Bethany’s eyes widened in concern, and her hand stilled. “Is it me…do you not like...?” she asked, as she looked away.
Ezra gaped at her. “Good Plumbbob no! I like it very, very much.” He pulled her towards him and kissed her again. When they broke apart, both out of breath, Bethany asked “then what is it?”
“It is...” Ezra raked his hand through his hair. “Well, damn it, cannot a man simply ravish his wife without wading through yards of taffeta?”
Bethany’s eyes widened slightly, and she gave a husky, breathy laugh that did nothing to ease Ezra’s predicament. She slipped out of his embrace and took several steps back from him. When he made to follow her, to pull her towards him again, she shook her head and held out her hand to stop him. As he watched, she very carefully unhooked the hidden fastenings along the front of the bodice, and removed it. She then reached for the tapes that were tucked into the waist of her skirts, and pulled at them, undoing the bow that fastened them and allowing her overskirt to fall to the floor. She did the same with her underskirt, dress improver and petticoats before pulling off her corset cover, until she stood there in just her red satin corset, combinations and stockings.
Ezra swallowed. Hard. Her eyes dancing with amusement at his reaction, Bethany reached round her back and undid the bow of the tapes at the waist of her corset, before unhooking the front fastenings and dropping it to the floor.
Ezra made a strangled sound in his throat. Bethany’s choice of combinations for their wedding day were cotton and lace and shear. Very shear. He could clearly see her bare skin underneath the thin fabric and it was almost more than he could stand.
Bethany put a hand on her hip. “Is this better?” she asked, a smile playing about her lips.
“Much,” Ezra’s voice was barely a whisper as he replied. As she moved back towards him, he opened his arms to embrace her, an infinitely happier man than before.
Prompt: Wedding night/A man's disdain for the difficulty involved in undressing his wife ~OR~ "Cannot a man simply ravish without wading through yards of taffeta?" ( regacylady.)
Rating: This is fairly suggestive, so 15 I guess.
Spoiler rating: 1/10.
Summary: Ezra discovers that consummating his marriage is more difficult than he anticipated.
Notes: This takes place during the last chapter and was so much fun to write.
Word Count: 563.
Ezra was frustrated. He shouldn’t be. It was, after all, his wedding night. Well, wedding afternoon technically, but if, after over four years of desiring the woman who was now his wife, anyone thought that he was going to wait until the sun went down to consummate his passion for her, then they had quite clearly taken leave of their senses. But therein, lay the source of his frustration. On arriving at their new home, they had made straight to their bedchamber, where Ezra had found himself deftly relieved of all his clothing including the loose breeches he wore under his trousers, but his wife. His wife was still practically fully clothed. The only items she had lost, were her shoes, her veil and most of the hair pins that had held her loose plait in place throughout the day.
As he kissed Bethany passionately, he moved his hand down from the rigid bodice of her dress to her thigh and encountered the yards of fabric that shielded her flesh from his touch. He let out a groan of frustration, and Bethany pulled away from him. Worry and confusion crossed her features. “Is something wrong?” she asked, while she continued to trace deliciously distracting patterns on his bare chest.
“Yes,” he replied.
Bethany’s eyes widened in concern, and her hand stilled. “Is it me…do you not like...?” she asked, as she looked away.
Ezra gaped at her. “Good Plumbbob no! I like it very, very much.” He pulled her towards him and kissed her again. When they broke apart, both out of breath, Bethany asked “then what is it?”
“It is...” Ezra raked his hand through his hair. “Well, damn it, cannot a man simply ravish his wife without wading through yards of taffeta?”
Bethany’s eyes widened slightly, and she gave a husky, breathy laugh that did nothing to ease Ezra’s predicament. She slipped out of his embrace and took several steps back from him. When he made to follow her, to pull her towards him again, she shook her head and held out her hand to stop him. As he watched, she very carefully unhooked the hidden fastenings along the front of the bodice, and removed it. She then reached for the tapes that were tucked into the waist of her skirts, and pulled at them, undoing the bow that fastened them and allowing her overskirt to fall to the floor. She did the same with her underskirt, dress improver and petticoats before pulling off her corset cover, until she stood there in just her red satin corset, combinations and stockings.
Ezra swallowed. Hard. Her eyes dancing with amusement at his reaction, Bethany reached round her back and undid the bow of the tapes at the waist of her corset, before unhooking the front fastenings and dropping it to the floor.
Ezra made a strangled sound in his throat. Bethany’s choice of combinations for their wedding day were cotton and lace and shear. Very shear. He could clearly see her bare skin underneath the thin fabric and it was almost more than he could stand.
Bethany put a hand on her hip. “Is this better?” she asked, a smile playing about her lips.
“Much,” Ezra’s voice was barely a whisper as he replied. As she moved back towards him, he opened his arms to embrace her, an infinitely happier man than before.