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Dec 05, 2008 00:02

I wrote a little bit of commentfic for mon_starling based on this thread, and I thought I'd share it with the rest of my fellow fangirls :)

Sexby/Angelica, spoilers for all three episodes and extrapolated from the trailers for Episode 4. I do not know how they get from here to there, but it seems like the show will find a way!


She'll make the first move - perhaps reach out and touch the side of his face and say his name softly, in a different tone than she has ever used before. He'll pull his head back - startled, and afraid of her, and what she can do to him with a single word.

“Madam?”

“Did you think that I would let you face this alone?”

Sexby turns away. “I do not want your pity.”

“And my love?”

“That I know well I shall never have.” He looks at her - from beneath as always, ducking his head - and she can see all the anguish that has been etched upon his face. He demands, just this side of shouting, “Why must you torment me?”

“I don’t mean to.” She puts her hand under his chin and forces his face up, and perhaps it is her man’s clothing that makes her seem the stronger now, here in this deserted house where she was born: he trembles before her like a virgin. “It’s all right. I have found my peace. Will you not find yours?”

“There will be no peace for me, madam, on this side the grave.”

“Hush.” She leans up - in her riding boots, their heights are more even - and kisses him lightly, and it is this, as in a story, that brings him back to himself. There is only so much a man can take: with his one hand, he tugs off her hat and knots his fingers in the inky mass of her hair, and kisses her as well as he might. There are years of frustration and longing in that kiss, and yet still tenderness beneath it, for he does not want - has never wanted - to prove her wrong.

Angelica pulls back: there are two bright spots of colour on her pale cheeks, and her lips are flushed and smiling. “Will you take your wife, sir,” she says, “when she offers herself freely?”

He swears, “Only then.”

“Then come,” and her hand takes his living one, as it did once on the morning when he had not asked her for love, “for your marriage bed awaits you.”
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