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quill-pen · 2 years ago

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SOOOOOO... YEEEAAAHHH....

I couldn't help myself from using this as a prompt--it fits Ebenezer and Bess so well! Plus, I'm definitely more than just a tad bit COMPLETELY OBSESSED with these two. Which is... very different for me. I have fic ships that I think are cute and sometimes swoon over but this one... WHOA, NELLIE.🥵 I've never been down so bad for a pairing before; THEY MAKE ME SO FRICKIN' SOFT AND FLUFFY AND MUSHY I WANNA DIE!!!🥰🤭 They are just so cute and sweet and soft and hot and sexy and completely, die-hard in love with each other! UGH!!! Writing these little "filler" ficlets are sustaining me as I work my way through their actual story. Because they haven't even met yet in it (close though)! And even when they do, the juicy stuff doesn't happen for a while. Slow-burns, man, slow-burns. (That reminds me--gotta come up with a ship-name for them. Hmm...🤔)

As I suspect will become a bad habit with these two, this got way more sexual than I originally intended. For some reason, this crooning, dashing, debonair English gentleman of a reformed cranky old miser just makes me throw inhibition to the wind. Ebenezer's got me wrapped up so bad for him, it ain't even funny!😭

So, that said: MINORS, DNI. 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Innuendo, sexually charged acts but no actual sex, mentions of varying sex acts though, mention of genitals, groping and heavy petting, idiots in love who can't keep their hands and lips off each other (Bess starts it--the little vixen), shirtless Ebenezer (would be more of a warning if I could actually draw art to do with this), sort of subby!Scrooge into more dominant!Scrooge at the end, Scrooge-whimpers--a lot of 'em.

And this gif always makes me snicker. EHHehehehehehehehe! Bess is gonna boop his schnozz so much, and I can't frickin' wait!

Well... I've added music to every other little ficlet, so why stop now?

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Bess was in one of her most preferred places: cuddled up with Ebenezer. The couple was stretched out together on the library lounge, tucked in beside each other so perfectly they could have been puzzle pieces. They always fit together so well, in almost every aspect, though you'd probably never guess it by looking at them; she, a fiery and brash young American yank, and he, a reserved and thoughtful aged English gentleman. But beneath it all, they slotted together almost perfectly.

Eyes closed and head snuggled into the crook of her husband's neck, his scent enveloping her as much as the blanket that was draped over them to ward off the chill of the spring night, Bess could have purred with satisfaction. She'd never been so comfortable. As far as she was concerned, this was the best place to be; her body pressed flush to Ebenezer's as she laid half-atop him, their legs gently twined together, her arms wrapped around his torso, one of his curled around her waist, his large hand strumming gently and lazily against her side. His head was angled slightly against hers so that his lips ghosted against her brow as he read to her from his beloved Robinson Crusoe, the well-worn and battered copy being held in the hand that wasn't stroking her. His voice was quiet but still so full of emotion and wonderment for one of his favorite stories. It was quickly becoming one of Bess' too, if only because it led to such snuggly situations as this, and she would now forever associate the novel with her beloved husband's smell, voice, and touch.

Nuzzling deeper into Ebenezer's solid warmth, Bess cracked her eyes open and tilted her head the slightest bit in order to gaze up at the man she positively adored. She watched how his beautiful slate-blue eyes ticked steadily back and forth as they scanned the pages of the book; how his thin, smooth, pale-pink lips formed every word, phrase, and syllable; how his mouth curled up into a subtle smile, causing little creases to appear over his face; how his nostrils twitched and flared ever so slightly as he breathed. The man was downright mesmerizing! He was so remarkable in fact, that Bess honestly sometimes wondered if he truly existed. Maybe she'd hit her head and was lying unconscious somewhere, Ebenezer and this beautiful life they'd built together nothing more than some heavenly, comatose dream. If it was, she hoped to never wake.

Lifting a hand up, Bess brought it to cup the far side of Ebenezer's neck, gently caressing his smooth, warm skin with her palm's own. She lightly pressed her thumb to his jugular and felt his pulse throb against it: Steady, strong, slow--matching the sound of the heartbeat against her ear. A perfect heart that beat only for her, just as hers beat only for him. Bess's eyes slipped from her husband's face down to the expanse of his chest stretched out before her. There was only the thin material of his undershirt separating her from his flesh, his waistcoat long since ditched and splayed across the back of the lounge and his suspenders hanging loose about his waist. That was the one thing that kept this experience from being perfect; they were still clothed. But it was still much too early in the night to risk nudity, especially when the library had no door. If there were merely servants to consider, that would be one thing, but there were children and animals in the house as well, and they were the real hazard.

Bess' gaze came to hold on the neck of Ebenezer's shirt. With his cravat discarded and his top two buttons undone, the woman was blessed with a small triangular window of chest to view. It was hardly an inch of bare sternum, but it was more than enough to make Bess' heart flutter. And the little curls of hair protruding through the window to shine in the fire and candlelight made her fingers itch to run through the forest they were part of hidden beneath the fabric. Without hesitation, the woman slipped her hand down her husband's chest and brought her fingers to the buttons, setting about unfastening them.

With deft, practiced precision, Bess undid one button then flitted her eyes up to her husband again, to see if he'd noticed. He hadn't: He was far too engrossed in his book. The woman smirked. She slid her hand to the next button and undid it: Still, Ebenezer took no notice. So she undid the next and the next. In seconds, the triangle had not only become bigger, but it had opened up entirely, the length of the man's torso bared to the world: A truly tantalizing sight. Without a second to spare, Bess slipped her greedy hand into the opening, her palm skimming against the expanse of Ebenezer's warm skin. She sighed contentedly, the heart of his bare skin against hers making everything seem right with the world. Absolutely perfect. Crooking her fingers, Bess gently scruffed them through the patch of chest hair she'd so been longing to touch. Her nails scratched lightly at Ebenezer's chest.

The broad ribcage beneath her expanded suddenly with a sharp intake of breath. Her smirk broadened, and Bess once again looked up at her husband who, unsurprisingly, was no longer reading. Nor was he looking at the page; his eyes were focused solely on her. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she recognized that beautifully dark glimmer flashing in Ebenezer's gaze. Flattening her hand, she smoothed it down the man's chest and abdomen. She bit back a giggle when she felt his muscles twitch under her touch and heard him try and stifle a squeak: Adorable, ticklish man. The American reached down until her fingertips brushed against the waistline of his trousers, drawing forth more ticklish reactions as she did so, then stroked him all the way back up to his neck again. She tickled her nails over the tender spot under his jaw.

Ebenezer shuddered, a whimper escaping him. He gulped, screwing his eyes shut and breathing slow and deep to calm himself. His hand that had been caressing her ribs had stilled and now gripped firmly at her waist. He tried to ignore the heat blooming not just over his face, but also in his lower belly. The little vixen! She always knew just how to rile him up, and his blasted willpower failed him every bloody time!

"You're distracting me," he muttered after a moment. He tried his best to sound controlled when he felt anything but. Cracking his eyes open, the Englishman just dared to look down and meet his young wife's gaze with a playfully accusatory sneer.

Bess snickered mischievously back at him. "Am I now?" she taunted, caressing his chest again. Reaching across his torso, she began gently scraping the nail of her middle finger against his far nipple, causing it to stiffen. Ebenezer squirmed against her, his mouth contorting as he fought to keep calm. "I'm merely petting you, my love. Just as you pet me from time to time." She had the audacity to wink at him as she pressed the warm pad of her thumb down upon his erect nipple and massaged it.

Ebenezer couldn't help how his head rolled back, a quiet moan escaping him. Criminy, that felt good! "Sweetness, please," he rasped, hoping it didn't sound too much like a plead. He didn't know what he would be pleading for anyway: For her to continue? For her to stop? For her to do more? Do less? Do something different? To satisfy him? To torture him until he couldn't take it anymore? He didn't know. He just knew how good her touch felt and how it was far too quickly dragging him down into pleasure.

Bess chuckled darkly, watching how his adam's apple bobbed with his groans and harsh swallows. "You enjoy that, Wolf?" she murmured in the sultry tone she knew he liked. She rolled his peaked bud between her thumb and index finger, pinching gently.

A shuddering sigh left the man. "More so than you enjoy the book apparently," he said, trying to sound irritated. He knew he didn't. It was difficult to sound anything but pleased when the woman you loved was playing with your body in the most delightful ways possible. Ebenezer yet possessed enough thinking power to dog-ear a page and snap Crusoe closed before stretching out his arm and depositing the book on the ottoman. Clearly, there would be no more reading tonight. Not in the book sense anyway.

Ceasing her onslaught on his nipple, Bess went back to smoothing her hand up and down her man's bared torso. She pressed a series of kisses along his sternum, nuzzling into his chest hair and breathing deeply his scent. She felt euphoria begin to set in as his distinctive musk filled her lungs. "I assure you I enjoy the book, Ebenezer," she stated pulling out of his hold and shifting so that she came to straddle the man's lap, both hands coming to roam his chest now, as his hands came to grip her thighs. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, Ebenezer shrugging out of it to help her along. Their combined efforts quickly left the man bare-chested, his marvelous upper body--slender but finely muscled and generously covered in well-groomed, salt-and-pepper hair--exposed to the world. Well, exposed to the world that was the Scrooge household anyway.

Bess couldn't help but leer appreciatively at her distinguished English gentleman husband, admiring him for a long moment. She didn't feel she would ever tire of ogling him--he made her drool every time. (And not just from the mouth.) Her eyes flashed up to catch his briefly as she added in a sensual tone, "I just enjoy drowning you in love and affection even more."

Tossing the shirt over her shoulder as if it offended her, Bess let her gaze fall back to Ebenezer's body. Her hands returned to the pleasant pastime of feeling him up. "I just can't help myself with you, Darling; can't keep my hands off you." She leaned in close, pressing her breast flush against the man's, and growled shamelessly in his ear, "My big bad wolf is just so sinfully handsome, he makes his she-wolf want to be bad, too." The woman ran her tongue along the shell of his ear and gently nibbled at the cartilage. Her chest swelled with pride as she both heard and felt the sharp breath the man took as well as the shiver that quivered through him.

Ebenerzer's eyes slammed shut against the erotic sensation of her mouth and the tension it was further helping to build down south. His strong fingers tightened around her legs, digging into her trousered thighs. His heart was thundering in his chest, his mind spinning but not really thinking about anything as he was simply awash in the intoxicating sea of bliss. If he could focus on anything, it was his beautiful wife with her exhilarating touch and soul-caressing words. She was nothing short of a marvel--a perfectly wondrous marvel! "Bess... Sweetness... I... I don't... I-I'm not...." He had no idea what he was trying to say.

Whatever it was, Bess seemed to understand. "Hushhh," she quieted him, pressing delicate kisses to the tender skin beneath his ear. "Yes, you do, my darling, and yes, you are. You are an absolute work of art, Ebenezer, and you deserve to be admired." As if to accentuate her point, the woman gently trailed her hands up and down her husband's quivering sides, never lifting them from his heated skin. "Let me--please?" She waited for some sort of reply; it came in a shuddering, resigned sigh and the barely imperceptible nod of Ebenezer's head that she felt more than she saw. Smiling, the woman pressed a lingering kiss at the very corner of the man's temple, right beside his ear. An unruly wisp of his steely hair tickled her nose as she snuffled at his sideburn. She breathed in another deep lungful of him, her mind growing hazier. Lord what she would have given to have his smell in her nose all day every day! "Thank you, Beloved," she spoke directly into his ear's cavern, her lips hardly brushing against him. "I promise you won't regret it." She pecked one last kiss against his ear.

Massaging slow, intricate patterns along his ribs, belly, chest, and shoulders, Bess sat back to once again admire her husband. Slowly dragging her lusty, dark blue gaze over her man's mouth-watering physique, she eventually brought her eyes back to his face. He was blushing red hot all the way up his ears, his eyes dark and trained on her, nostrils flaring and lips parted with anticipatory breaths. The raven-haired beauty suddenly felt a bit shy, as she always seemed to whenever he centered her in that heated gaze of his. Her own cheeks flushed a brilliant pink. Biting her lip, she fought the urge to pull away and hide her face, though she did let her eyes slip away to stare at his chest again for a moment as she collected herself. She giggled as butterflies tickled through her insides. God help her, the power this wonderful man had over her without even trying: He left her a flustered mess almost every day! And, pathetic as it may have been, she loved him all the more for it.

Bess trailed her hands up Ebenezer's neck and cupped his face between them, his 'chops tickling her palms. Slowly she lifted her gaze to meet his, then she was leaning in close enough to nudge his prodigious nose with her own. For a moment midnight blue held slate-blue. Then they were veiled from each other as lips finally met in a soft, slow, but no less passionate caress.

Ebenezer instantly melted. Moaning into the kiss he brought his arms up around his young wife, one clutching at her back to pull her closer, the other snaking up so that he could weave his long fingers into her mass of flowing hair, bunching it up out of the way of her lovely face. He sank off the armrest down flat into the cushions of the couch, hauling the woman down with him until they were flush against each other. His grip tightened on her as if he were trying to assimilate her form into his. From the way she was gripping at his head and beginning to kiss him with such force she was pushing him down into the cushions, it appeared Bess wanted to do the same.

When he felt her tongue prod his top lip, Ebenezer eagerly obliged her silent request and opened his lips, allowing her to plunder the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. He sucked at her tongue as it came to play with his own. His hand on her waist slipped lower and came to grope her clothed ass: He gave a cheek a squeeze. A thrill of pride and desire jolted through him as she whined appreciatively at his actions.

Finally the pair had to part for breath. They lay there, chests heaving against each other, mouths centimeters apart and panting hot and heavy into one another, foreheads pressed together as they held half-lidded gazes again, noses slid in close beside each other. "I love you," Ebenezer breathed after a moment, the words coming of their own accord. Not that he had any desire to stop them. He twined his hand deeper into her hair, never wanting to let her go, never wanting to leave this moment. He tried to burn it into his memory; her drunk-in-love appearance; the way she looked at him like he was the center of the world; how her coal black tresses felt tangled around his hand; how her eyes were so deep and dark a blue they could have been windows into the very depths of the ocean; how her hands gripped onto him like she was afraid he'd disappear if she let go; how her rump fit so perfectly in his hand; how all of her fit so perfectly against him; how she weighed him down into the lounge, and how marvelous it felt to be trapped under her warmth. He didn't even have her a bit naked yet, and he was already so enraptured by her! Witchcraft--he must have been bewitched! He hoped to never break out of it.

Ebenezer's reverent eyes shone with just the slightest hint of moisture as they usually did whenever he and Bess found themselves in a slow, passionate act of love. Try as he might, the man could never help it: He loved this gorgeous-in-every-possible-way woman from the very depths of his soul. After a lifetime of living in secret fear that he would never be able to feel that way about anyone ever again--never mind the idea that someone else could ever feel the same for him--the fact that such miracles had happened touched something uncontrollable deep within him. And though they weren't always shed, the tears always came. "I love you, Elizabeth Felicity Scrooge." There was the slightest of quivers in his voice.

Bess smiled softly, nuzzling against his nose and cheek. As always when he said those three little words to her, her heart swelled and felt as though it would burst from her chest to fly away. The fact that someone could love her as endlessly and unreservedly as he did... it healed every ache and pain in her soul she'd ever experienced (and there had been a fair number). It made her feel flawless--scarless--both physically and in her soul. The young woman stroked her love's cheeks with soothing thumbs, the faint sting of tears in her own eyes. "I know, Ebenezer," she whispered. "I know." She tenderly kissed his upper lip, gazing deep into his eyes as she did so.

With that Bess pulled back a bit and stretched up to plant more soft kisses along the gentleman's hairline. When she'd trailed her lips across and back, she moved lower, pressing three more lingering kisses across his forehead. Then she kissed his temples. Then his eyebrows and eyelids. Moved down and peppered his cheeks, rubbing the smooches in with her thumbs as she did; sucked tender, nibbling kisses to his chin, making the man squirm and whimper again. (A pleasant shiver ran through her at that.) Then Bess moved back up and paused, smirking down at Ebenezer's nose. "Hello, my lovely Norbert," she purred, pecking a barely-there kiss to the pointed tip of the appendage. She pressed another, firmer smooch further up his bridge, then another even further up between her man's eyes before slowly sliding her lips back down to press another loving kiss to the tip. She tilted her head slightly and kissed a nostril. Then further up the side. Then the other side. Then the other nostril. She came back to almost suck at the tip before softly pecking her way back up the bridge again.

Ebenezer had held it in as best he could the whole time she'd kissed his nose, but now that Bess was apparently planning to repeat the process all over again, the man couldn't hold back the laughter any longer. Chuckling deeply, he brought both hands to cup his wife's lovely face and gently pull her off, holding her head so that he could meet her eyes again. His heart just about broke seeing the boundless, unadulterated love shining down at him. Lord, if he could just swim in those deep blue pools of hers forever, he would die the happiest of men. "I will never understand your fascination with my nose," he chortled at her.

Bess gave him a comically serious look. "Norbert," she said insistently. "He has a name, Ebenezer." The faintest hint of a smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, betraying her grave facade.

Ebenezer rolled his eyes and snorted in amusement. Bess could be so strange when she wanted to be--but that's what made her his Bess, and he loved her all the more for her middle-class American unconventionality. "Oh, I do apologize--Norbert." He chuckled and shook his head at the brilliant grin of victory that beamed across his Yankee wife's face. Silly girl, he thought. But my silly girl. My silly, beautiful, wonderful, perfect girl. The man gently pulled the woman's face down to his again, tilting his head forward so that he could reciprocate the kisses she'd left across his brow. He lazily trailed his lips across her skin, his heart melting with each little contented sigh she breathed at his touch. When he'd finished, he loosened his grip on her and let her pull back so they could lock eyes again.

Ebenezer watched the color deepen across Bess' cheeks once more as he gazed unwaveringly at her, her own gaze flickering away from and back to his intermittently as she found herself unable to hold it. He quietly wondered if she had any idea just how pretty she looked when she was all flustered and blushy like that. An angel couldn't have been more captivating. His right thumb began stroking her freckled cheek almost of its own volition, the warmth of her flush akin to smoldering embers beneath his touch. He watched her eyes slowly drift closed as she reveled in his affection. His other thumb trailed down to trace her perfect, silky, full, rosy lips.

After a moment the man felt more heat as well as moisture as the woman's tongue peeked out of her mouth just enough to grace against his callused pad. A new wave of heat flooded through him. He swallowed hard, his pants becoming even more uncomfy. (Bess had to be feeling him against her thigh now--there was no possibility that she couldn't!) He was sorely tempted to plunge his finger right into her mouth and order her to suck: She clearly wouldn't object, as she was already willfully parting her lips further to more easily lap at his digit. He felt the flat, hard surface and edges of teeth as the tip of his thumb came to be held between pursed lips, that hot, velvety, dexterous muscle of hers rolling against his pad in a near sinfully skillful way. (Good God, it reminded him of how she liked to slurp at his cock!) When she gently nipped him, Ebenezer couldn't stifle his groan. God above--she had to know what she did to him, didn't she? The mischievous glint flashing through her eyes as they snapped open again and the way the corners of her mouth turned up in a puckish smirk certainly seemed to indicate that she did. "Bloody hell, She-Wolf...!"

Bess closed her lips around the thumb in her mouth and sucked a slow, wet kiss to it, drawing forth yet another whimper from the man trapped beneath her. She closed her eyes again in silent triumph. "What's so hard to understand about it, Wolf?" she addressed his prior statement as she released his finger. She angled her head a bit to press a kiss further down the digit. "I'm completely fascinated with everything about you." Another kiss on the meaty heel of his palm. "Why would I not be fascinated with your nose?" She nuzzled his palm and nipped at his flesh. "It's a very prominent part of you, after all. Such an alluring asset to your face with its lovely and-" she grinned lasciviously, "-satisfying shape. Why any man with half a decent brain would be envious of it! I can't tell you how many times I've seen women stare at you when we walk by them in the street, even those hanging off the arms of other men."

"Well, I do still have something of a conflicting reputation yet, Sweetness."

Pulling from Ebenezer's grip (admittedly a bit reluctantly) and sitting up again, Bess looked down at the gentleman and shook her head. "That's not why they stare, Wolf, trust me: I'm a woman--I know. I see the way they look at you, how long they'll gaze at your nose before they realize I'm watching them and look away. I can see the fascination in their eyes--the wonder--all the silent questions we women dare not speak aloud except in the most private of settings with our closest acquaintances." The woman's mouth curled into a deviant sneer that Ebenezer couldn't help but think was as much Yankee in nature as it was Bess in nature. (It certainly seemed bold and brazen enough to be characteristic of the Americans in general.) Bess' dark blue eyes flashed even darker. "When they look to me after you, I know what they want to ask me," she remarked factually.

Sitting up on his elbows, Ebenezer smirked back at her. "And what might that be, my love?" he pressed, raising an eyebrow.

With a deep chuckle rumbling from her chest, Bess, leaned back down to be face-to-face with her husband again, her arms braced on either side of him. She touched the tip of her nose to his nose. "They want to ask me if that handsome beak of yours really belongs to me," she stated, tone bordering the line of innocent and devilish. She slid her nose in alongside his, pressing another brief kiss to it. Slightly tilting her head, her eyes gazing salaciously into his. "And..." she breathed slowly, voice hardly above a whisper, lips ghosting over his"... they want to know if your nose feels as good as it looks... when it's buried against my cunt." She pulled back to witness the gentleman's reaction in full.

Ebenezer felt like he was trapped in a pot of boiling water he was so hot: He knew his complexion had to be that of a beet! The southward tension pulled tighter and he felt an unmistakable twitch inside his pants, along with distinct moisture. One second his mouth was dry and then the next it was overflowing with saliva at the thought of Bess' pretty, pink, fluttering, satiny little snatch and the memory of how it tasted. Lord above, he was a mess for her! What would Jacob ever say if he knew his old employee and business partner's thoughts about his daughter, wedded or not? What would he say if he saw and heard them?! Ebenezer really hoped his old boss, in his endless ghostly traversing of the globe, hadn't decided to take a stroll through their library just now. (Because Ebenezer could swear Marley did stop by for visits on occasion; it was almost like he could sense the old boy's presence sometimes.)

"And... does it?" the Englishman croaked after swallowing hard. He prayed he didn't resemble Prudence with drool pouring out the corners of his mouth if only so he could retain some scrap of dignity. Perceived scrap anyway; the honest truth was, this remarkable little vixen had stolen it all from him ages ago when she'd fallen in love with and chosen to become his. He was completely at her mercy.

Bess's blush deepened; she was almost as red as her husband now, her pretty freckles becoming even more prominent. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in a way she knew drove Ebenezer crazy. "Well... I did describe Norbert's shape as-" she lifted a hand and skimmed a teasing finger down her husband's nose before flirtatiously booping the tip, "-satisfying" did I not, Dear Husband?" She quirked up a dark eyebrow as she leered down her nose at him.

That expression stirring up his playfulness, the man moved to sit up, wrapping his arms around his young wife's waist and pulling her closer to him. "Ah, come to think of it, you did," he played along, returning her mischievous look. "But you know me, Darling--I like things to be precise. So I'd be very interested in knowing precisely just how satisfying the shape of my nose is."

"Norbert."

"Ah, yes, Norbert. Again, my deepest and most sincere apologies."

Giggling, Bess slipped her arms up to drape them around Ebenezer's neck. Just a few years ago, she never could have guessed she would ever be this happy or this in love: Now she was so awash in both that she hardly knew what to do with herself! "Well," she sighed with playful dramatics after a moment, "I suppose I could describe it to you." She ducked her head and gazed up at the Englishman in her arms through thick, dark lashes, midnight blue orbs glittering. "But maybe... a demonstration would be better."

Ebenezer's slate-blue eyes blew completely black at that, his nostrils flaring, his mouth running like a waterfall. The uncomfortable tent in his pants was all but forgotten as the idea of having his head clamped tight between his lover's thighs, devouring her, making her scream into the night until she pleaded for mercy invaded every single thought. A pleased growl rumbled from deep within the man's chest. His arms tightened possessively around Bess as he tugged her flush against him, his forehead pressed to hers as he glowered into her eyes, his now-untidy coif tickling both their faces. He let one of his hands teasingly slip lower, down over the woman's posterior and further down and under, between her parted thighs. He crooked his fingers and tickled the apex of Bess' thighs through her trousers, making her gasp and wiggle against his touch. He watched in fascination as her eyes drifted shut, brows slightly pinching together, mouth dropping open as she arched into him, instinctively trying to give him better access to where she wanted him. The man could feel she was molten hot for him already, even through the thick, woolen textile; doubtless, he'd find a sloppy, wet mess waiting for him when he finally stripped her down. He sneered at the thought: Needy, insatiable woman!

Ebenezer rubbed her clothed sex more firmly, and Bess keened at the pressure, her head falling back. "A demonstration you say, Dear Wife? Hmm...." The man smiled wickedly. "I think I rather like that idea." He nuzzled his nose under her jaw and down her graceful throat, leaving behind little pecks and licks that made her gasp and giggle. Still stroking her, he brought his other hand around and up to the buttons of her fetching lavender-gray blouse, carefully undoing them. (There would be no ripping away at this frock--she looked much too pretty in it.) He trailed his nose down her chest into her heaving cleavage that just peeked over her shift and corset, breathing her scent deep into his lungs. He growled again: God above, she always smelled so heavenly! Lifting his face from his love's breasts, Ebenezer's lips parted in that big bad wolf grin Bess always found so exciting. "And I'd say Norbert likes it as well."

They. Are. SO FILTHY AND CUTE! UGH!!! Okay, okay. Now I need to focus more on the actual fic.

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Romeo, Scribbs, I think Genie, and Connie, and Bess should get together and compare notes about their respective Ebenezers. Wouldn't that be an interesting pastime?

Imagine giving your f/o little kisses all over their face. Maybe there’s a part of their face they are self conscious about, or they had a rough day and need cheering up. They laugh as your lips tickle their face with your affection, happy to have you to help pick them up when they��re down.

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