At least it's not a candle...
Although this was written for the madness that was tigannie_con, it's totally dedicated to fabu.
Happy Birthday, luv
Elizabeth closes the box with a snap, and she feels a hot flush rising in her cheeks, even as her mouth stretches into a wide delighted smile. She looks over at James, sitting like the lord of the manner-arms casually thrown across the back of the settee, absently swirling the wineglass he holds-calm and collected. He raises an eyebrow, and she feels a giggle trying to work its way out as the full implications of the box’s contents make themselves know to her. She shifts her gaze to Will, and sees him look at her, then James, then her again, clearly put out and a bit petulant.
“Hold on a moment,” he says in a sharp, confused voice, “why is she the one getting the present?” Then he looks quickly down at he own wineglass, abashed. “Eeer, that was rather... Sorry.” Elizabeth rises from her seat, and settles next to him on the other settee. She places the beautifully carved box on his thigh, and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. He turns his head slightly, and she places another one light on his lips.
There she says quietly, “Though it was given to me, I do believe James meant it for you.” She feels Will turn his sight to where James sits, and she looks as well. He is smiling a small, seductive smile, as he stands gracefully and walks towards them. He kneels before Will, and places his wineglass safely on the floor, then he cradles Will’s head in his hands so that he to my give the lad a kiss himself-though this one is far less gentle. Elizabeth presses her thighs together as she watches them so beautiful together; she is quite ready, though they have yet to really begin.
James breaks the kiss, and every line of his body speaks to his anticipation and delight. He opens the box, and Will’s eyebrows knit together, head tilting to the side, confused by what he sees nestled in the midnight blue velvet. “Indeed,” James murmurs, running his hand teasingly over the finely carved ivory phallus, and coiling through his finger the pale blue ribbons attached to its base. “I thought of nothing but you, and how lovely you would look spread wide for Elizabeth, my cock in your mouth.”
Will sits back, a bit shocked, though obviously, very obviously, aroused, and the giggle that Elizabeth had been holding in transforms into something more carnal. “Happy Birthday, Will.”
Happy Birthday, luv
Elizabeth closes the box with a snap, and she feels a hot flush rising in her cheeks, even as her mouth stretches into a wide delighted smile. She looks over at James, sitting like the lord of the manner-arms casually thrown across the back of the settee, absently swirling the wineglass he holds-calm and collected. He raises an eyebrow, and she feels a giggle trying to work its way out as the full implications of the box’s contents make themselves know to her. She shifts her gaze to Will, and sees him look at her, then James, then her again, clearly put out and a bit petulant.
“Hold on a moment,” he says in a sharp, confused voice, “why is she the one getting the present?” Then he looks quickly down at he own wineglass, abashed. “Eeer, that was rather... Sorry.” Elizabeth rises from her seat, and settles next to him on the other settee. She places the beautifully carved box on his thigh, and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. He turns his head slightly, and she places another one light on his lips.
There she says quietly, “Though it was given to me, I do believe James meant it for you.” She feels Will turn his sight to where James sits, and she looks as well. He is smiling a small, seductive smile, as he stands gracefully and walks towards them. He kneels before Will, and places his wineglass safely on the floor, then he cradles Will’s head in his hands so that he to my give the lad a kiss himself-though this one is far less gentle. Elizabeth presses her thighs together as she watches them so beautiful together; she is quite ready, though they have yet to really begin.
James breaks the kiss, and every line of his body speaks to his anticipation and delight. He opens the box, and Will’s eyebrows knit together, head tilting to the side, confused by what he sees nestled in the midnight blue velvet. “Indeed,” James murmurs, running his hand teasingly over the finely carved ivory phallus, and coiling through his finger the pale blue ribbons attached to its base. “I thought of nothing but you, and how lovely you would look spread wide for Elizabeth, my cock in your mouth.”
Will sits back, a bit shocked, though obviously, very obviously, aroused, and the giggle that Elizabeth had been holding in transforms into something more carnal. “Happy Birthday, Will.”