I Have Seen Them Gentle [1/?]
anonymous
April 4 2010, 02:09:56 UTC
So this is a little later than expected, and I don’t know how frequent I can promise to be with updates. I’m doing a huge multi-chapter fill right now, and I’m about 2/5ths of the way through at 66 pages. Oh, right, and this is my first attempt at writing yuri of any kind. That said, I might as well post what I have as of now. I hope you guys enjoy it. Title comes from Sir Thomas Wyatt’s “They Flee From Me”, and Fem!England's name comes from Fate/stay night. /lame
It should really come as no surprise to Arturia that she gets her best inspiration in bed, Marianne thinks to herself, eyeing the polished silver tea set in the corner of the room as she tickles Arturia’s belly with a quill.
“Mari - oh, God, just - will you get on with it already -”
Marianne’s eyes slide over Arturia’s spread-eagled, blindfolded form. Her lips quirk up in a sort of half-smile, and she tickles Arturia’s stomach with one ghostlike flick of her wrist. “I was thinking,” she says, “when you so rudely interrupted me.”
“You’re thinking? When I’m like this?” Arturia asks, incredulity peppering her voice. “I swear, you are the most selfish, self-centered frog I have ever had the displeasure of kissing, and -”
Arturia really does make such lovely gasps, Marianne thinks, skittering the feather up Arturia’s stomach again and relishing her gasp. Really, she does a lot of lovely things with her mouth. Talking just isn’t one of them.
“As I was saying,” she says, “I was thinking about your eyes. They remind me of someone.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Arturia says, and her voice sounds so much like an autumn leaf in the wind that Marianne just has to laugh, delighted. She straddles Arturia’s thigh and rubs a bit, granting herself a little friction. “What?”
“You really are quite adorable when you don’t want to be, Angleterre. But no, it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“You’re doing this to make me angry, aren’t you? Well it’s not working, it’s -”
“I was thinking how much like dear little Matthieu you look sometimes, my darling, with your wide eyes and pretty little mouth.”
The following silence is butter-thick, and words would feel awkward. “All right,” Arturia says, her tone heavy and flat, “untie me.”
“Arturia -”
“Now, Marianne, if you please,” Arturia says, her voice tied up in a bow of prim politeness. And oh, dear, she’s struggling now - Marianne forces herself to breathe, to call upon the charm and decades of seduction that earn her whispers behind her back and more lovers than she cares to count right now. “I mean really, you’re not usually so bad at ruining the mood.”
Marianne smiles at Arturia’s blindfold and leans in. “Oh, cher Angleterre, who says I’m ruining the mood?”
“They are teenagers, Arturia,” Marianne says, placing the feather on the bedside table with a light touch. “Both of them old enough for this sort of thing, I might add.”
“But -” Arturia protests, and there it is, the little quaver, the loose thread begging to be pulled. Marianne smiles, all dark chocolate and aged lace, and bends her head to whisper in Arturia’s ear as her hand goes between her legs.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it,” she whispers, tonguing the shell of Arturia’s ear as she searches, moistening her fingers with Arturia’s slickness. “Haven’t dreamed of those big, wide eyes looking at you, of taking those gangly hands and showing them just how to touch you, and where -”
Marianne draws her middle finger in a quick swipe upwards; Arturia jerks and gasps in the thick mariner’s rope, trembling.
“ - just like that.”
Arturia bites her lip to stifle her own whimpers, and oh, it’s so lovely to see that delicate skin swell with blood where her teeth worry it. “Think of it, my dear,” Marianne murmurs, teasing Arturia’s clit as she leans down to take Arturia’s lower lip into her own teeth for a moment. “Look at you, a young woman coming into your prime. Think of what you could teach those boys, what we could -”
“Ah!”
Arturia tenses, tightens around Marianne’s fingers, and Marianne nuzzles the shell of her ear and croons sweet words into them as Arturia pants her way down from orgasm.
OMG,OP loves you, anon. The descriptions are captivating, every little detail you included, from the mariner's rope to the tea set; their voices are so on, Arturia (nice name, BTW!) being all prim and uptight but not-so-secretly kinky as hell, and Marianne's voice "dark chocolate and aged lace", and her myriad of lovers...I'm specially intrigued by Marianne, actually, because it always amuses me how easy France is to keep....France-y, no matter his formXD
Oh, and..*God*, when Marianne seduces her; her actions and her *words*. That kind of thing, about the boys' big eyes, etc, is exactly what OP wanted starry eyes*
am I the only one amused by how quickly Arturia climaxed when she finally gave in and visualized Marianne's narration?
It should really come as no surprise to Arturia that she gets her best inspiration in bed, Marianne thinks to herself, eyeing the polished silver tea set in the corner of the room as she tickles Arturia’s belly with a quill.
“Mari - oh, God, just - will you get on with it already -”
Marianne’s eyes slide over Arturia’s spread-eagled, blindfolded form. Her lips quirk up in a sort of half-smile, and she tickles Arturia’s stomach with one ghostlike flick of her wrist. “I was thinking,” she says, “when you so rudely interrupted me.”
“You’re thinking? When I’m like this?” Arturia asks, incredulity peppering her voice. “I swear, you are the most selfish, self-centered frog I have ever had the displeasure of kissing, and -”
Arturia really does make such lovely gasps, Marianne thinks, skittering the feather up Arturia’s stomach again and relishing her gasp. Really, she does a lot of lovely things with her mouth. Talking just isn’t one of them.
“As I was saying,” she says, “I was thinking about your eyes. They remind me of someone.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Arturia says, and her voice sounds so much like an autumn leaf in the wind that Marianne just has to laugh, delighted. She straddles Arturia’s thigh and rubs a bit, granting herself a little friction. “What?”
“You really are quite adorable when you don’t want to be, Angleterre. But no, it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“You’re doing this to make me angry, aren’t you? Well it’s not working, it’s -”
“I was thinking how much like dear little Matthieu you look sometimes, my darling, with your wide eyes and pretty little mouth.”
The following silence is butter-thick, and words would feel awkward. “All right,” Arturia says, her tone heavy and flat, “untie me.”
“Arturia -”
“Now, Marianne, if you please,” Arturia says, her voice tied up in a bow of prim politeness. And oh, dear, she’s struggling now - Marianne forces herself to breathe, to call upon the charm and decades of seduction that earn her whispers behind her back and more lovers than she cares to count right now. “I mean really, you’re not usually so bad at ruining the mood.”
Marianne smiles at Arturia’s blindfold and leans in. “Oh, cher Angleterre, who says I’m ruining the mood?”
“…You can’t be…for God’s sake, Marianne, they’re -”
“They are teenagers, Arturia,” Marianne says, placing the feather on the bedside table with a light touch. “Both of them old enough for this sort of thing, I might add.”
“But -” Arturia protests, and there it is, the little quaver, the loose thread begging to be pulled. Marianne smiles, all dark chocolate and aged lace, and bends her head to whisper in Arturia’s ear as her hand goes between her legs.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it,” she whispers, tonguing the shell of Arturia’s ear as she searches, moistening her fingers with Arturia’s slickness. “Haven’t dreamed of those big, wide eyes looking at you, of taking those gangly hands and showing them just how to touch you, and where -”
Marianne draws her middle finger in a quick swipe upwards; Arturia jerks and gasps in the thick mariner’s rope, trembling.
“ - just like that.”
Arturia bites her lip to stifle her own whimpers, and oh, it’s so lovely to see that delicate skin swell with blood where her teeth worry it. “Think of it, my dear,” Marianne murmurs, teasing Arturia’s clit as she leans down to take Arturia’s lower lip into her own teeth for a moment. “Look at you, a young woman coming into your prime. Think of what you could teach those boys, what we could -”
“Ah!”
Arturia tenses, tightens around Marianne’s fingers, and Marianne nuzzles the shell of her ear and croons sweet words into them as Arturia pants her way down from orgasm.
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You started it.
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Also, best detail ever: "Arturia jerks and gasps in the thick mariner’s rope, trembling." I'm caught between maniacal laughter and just ... guh. XD
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That's a pretty accurate description of how I feel toward this fill. Fantastic, can't wait for more. ♥
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You have no idea how many kinks you're fulfilling right now.
And how I love this so much. ♥♥♥
Yes ladies, teach those lovely boys how it is done. ♥♥♥
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OMG,OP loves you, anon. The descriptions are captivating, every little detail you included, from the mariner's rope to the tea set; their voices are so on, Arturia (nice name, BTW!) being all prim and uptight but not-so-secretly kinky as hell, and Marianne's voice "dark chocolate and aged lace", and her myriad of lovers...I'm specially intrigued by Marianne, actually, because it always amuses me how easy France is to keep....France-y, no matter his formXD
Oh, and..*God*, when Marianne seduces her; her actions and her *words*. That kind of thing, about the boys' big eyes, etc, is exactly what OP wanted starry eyes*
am I the only one amused by how quickly Arturia climaxed when she finally gave in and visualized Marianne's narration?
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