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Fill: Never Having To Say You're Sorry [1/4]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 22:24:15 UTC
"You asked to see me, sire?" Sotherby said.
Charles, sprawled over the chair by his writing desk, glanced at him, before sniffing and turning back to the window. Silence reigned.
After a long pause, Sotherby gritted his teeth and said, "Sire, if you don't need my assistance I have rather a lot to do in order to prepare for your coronationCharles huffed regally, and shifted so he was almost sideways in his chair and completely turned away, his back facing him. Another pause, as Charles tossed his head and started studying his fingernails
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Fill: Never Having To Say You're Sorry [2/4]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 22:25:27 UTC
"Has it got terrible reproduction of my face on it?"
"No, sire," Sotherby said, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Splendid! Well, go on, show me," Charles waved towards the mysterious covered thing sitting in the middle of the royal apartments, blocky and a few feet high and hidden under a thick dark cloak.
Sotherby straightened his shoulders and ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth, stalling, before he caught sight of Charles's raised eyebrow out of the corner of his eye and briskly crossed the few feet to tug the cloak off, revealing--
"A chair?" Charles said, his eyes narrowed, his lips twisted to the side. Sotherby's shoulders dropped.
"A throne for your coronation, You Majesty," he said quickly, picking up the velvet gold cushion and clutching it in front of him like a shield. The chair was gold and purple, a thick velvet seat surrounded by gold trimmings and with a matching footstool in front, plush and extravagant and surely impressive enough - but, he realised, looking it over again in the mid-afternoon light,
( ... )
Never Having To Say You're Sorry [3/4]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 22:29:48 UTC
"Sire! I can't possibly-" Sotherby tried to protest, tried to rise to his feet, but suddenly he had a lap full of royalty and Charles's smirk far too close, his eyes wicked and glittering
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Fill: Never Having To Say You're Sorry [4/4]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 22:32:38 UTC
"Your Majesty, I'm so sorry-" Sotherby said, and then his eyes flew wide and his face blanched, staring down at the debauched picture in front of him - Charles with his cheeks flushed pink, his open mouth bruised and swollen and slick with saliva, his wig askew and his pupils blown wide and his breeches pulled achingly taut across his groin, looking wanton and ravished and desperately turned on and I did that, said a quiet, distant thought. "Your Majesty!" he started, panicked, but Charles darted up and covered his mouth with his own, swallowing down his protests as he carried on fisting Sotherby's erection with one hand and convinced him with his tongue, licking into his mouth with such fiendish promise that Sotherby looked quite dazed when he pulled back to study him
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Re: Fill: Never Having To Say You're Sorry [4/4]
anonymous
September 19 2011, 22:35:27 UTC
A/N (separate in case LJ decides to be a pain and screens my comment because it contains links): the wine bottle and chair are genuine things from Charles II's coronation! the bottle: www.vam.ac.uk/vastatic/microsites/british_galleries/bg_styles/Style03a/people/p1_popup2.html the chair: www.vam.ac.uk/content/articles/w/juxon-chair
He sulks, and ignores Sothery until he gets him something good.
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Charles, sprawled over the chair by his writing desk, glanced at him, before sniffing and turning back to the window. Silence reigned.
After a long pause, Sotherby gritted his teeth and said, "Sire, if you don't need my assistance I have rather a lot to do in order to prepare for your coronationCharles huffed regally, and shifted so he was almost sideways in his chair and completely turned away, his back facing him. Another pause, as Charles tossed his head and started studying his fingernails ( ... )
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"No, sire," Sotherby said, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Splendid! Well, go on, show me," Charles waved towards the mysterious covered thing sitting in the middle of the royal apartments, blocky and a few feet high and hidden under a thick dark cloak.
Sotherby straightened his shoulders and ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth, stalling, before he caught sight of Charles's raised eyebrow out of the corner of his eye and briskly crossed the few feet to tug the cloak off, revealing--
"A chair?" Charles said, his eyes narrowed, his lips twisted to the side. Sotherby's shoulders dropped.
"A throne for your coronation, You Majesty," he said quickly, picking up the velvet gold cushion and clutching it in front of him like a shield. The chair was gold and purple, a thick velvet seat surrounded by gold trimmings and with a matching footstool in front, plush and extravagant and surely impressive enough - but, he realised, looking it over again in the mid-afternoon light, ( ... )
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the bottle: www.vam.ac.uk/vastatic/microsites/british_galleries/bg_styles/Style03a/people/p1_popup2.html
the chair: www.vam.ac.uk/content/articles/w/juxon-chair
:D
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......I'm quite pleased I'm heading to bed now.
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/SPLUTTERING NOISES.
SO. DAMNED. GOOD!
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sofuckinghot <3
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Me gusta MUCHISSIMO.
Te amo, escribador/a.
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