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"About last night..." for any of my muses that Ben hasn't defl.owered thus far asjnsajfnjffj feel free to ignore this if you're not feeling it xD or idk if you want an alt. timeline for anything, feel free to dive into that too (twss?)

Send "About last night..." for the m.orning after our muses had a one n.ight stand. / @torytendencies

The first thing Ben was stricken by was a pleasant warmth -- not from the fire on the hearth, nor the woolen blankets upon the inn’s bed, but a soft, slender form pressed welcomingly into his side. With a drowsy hum, he rolled toward that warmth, seeking, yearning, before subconsciously curling his arms around a lithe waist and brushing his lips over the smooth curve of a shoulder.

All at once, his eyes snapped open. Despite the bleariness of his gaze, a spike of panic rippled through him once he realized he was very much entangled in a woman’s arms. Although normally, that would have delighted him -- amidst his muddled thoughts, he could almost hear Caleb’s snarky congratulations -- but this...this was not a woman he was supposed to lie with, nor even deign to touch.

Swallowing, Ben’s heart leapt into his throat and wobbled for a moment, then plummeted downward to knock between his ribs as he drew back and gazed upon Harriet’s soft, peaceful expression. He couldn’t quite remember what happened -- he knew she’d been restless, so he’d caved and taken her from her room to chaperone her in a tavern, and then...well... Flashes of hungry mouths crashing together, harsh and needy, and the seeking of moremoremore as he dizzily stumbled over her threshold came to mind, followed by him lifting up her skirts and dropping to his knees, eyes dark and wild before his mouth seared along her inner thighs. And then...

Ben swallowed back his nausea, pressing a hand over his mouth. Fuck. Oh, God, how could he have let this happen? B.illy L.ee was sleeping in the room next door...was it possible that he heard?

Immediately launching upward, he shakily disentangled himself from Harriet’s arms and drew in several sharp, frenzied breaths, his limbs trembling as he peered around him in search of his clothing. The disarray of his shirt, breeches and coat were strewn haphazardly across the floor, and Harriet’s own garments were not far behind.

Far too anxious to look over and accidentally see something he shouldn’t -- and sober, this time -- Ben anxiously debated on whether or not it was safe to stumble out of bed and...well...flash her, for lack of a better phrase. “Miss C.ustis,” he weakly greeted, his voice raw with sleep, “would you mind keeping your eyes closed, please?”

Just pretend it didn’t happen, he inwardly begged. He had to be her first, didn’t he? Oh God, he was undeniably her first! A fresh wave of guilted panic washed over him then, and Ben dropped his face down into his hands, groaning as his ale-induced headache suddenly became wholly tension-based.

MONTY + FAMILY LINE (ft. the n.obleman's g.uide to s.candal and s.hipwrecks)

OH.

another fucking thing my roommate does!!!

she constantly looks at my laptop screen!! like. blatantly. looks at what i’m doing. not a passing glance. not a flicker of the gaze. no. i’ve seen her with my other roommate’s laptop where she stopped mid-stride & leaned closer to read what was on her screen. it was just a huffpo article but where the FUCK are your boundaries??? where the fuck is your respect for other peoples’ privacy??

the worst is she’ll fucking COMMENT on what you’re reading / watching. sometimes it’s innocuous, sometimes it’s super judgy & condescending. i was eating dinner once at the kitchen table watching an episode of s.candal & she walked by, looked at my screen, & scoffed like “hah, more s.candal?” & now i don’t eat at the fucking kitchen table anymore if she’s in the apartment lmao. 

i don’t give a shit who you are. it’s fucking obnoxious & once again i deserve a lot of credit for not ripping her eyes out.

I’m watching S.candal for the first time and like tag urself???? I’m Quinn bc I too am confused all the time and 100/10 would bang G.ideon W.allace.

Faye, watching S.candal for the first time: why does the only red head have to be so annoyingly judgemental, you're settin' us all way back how dare you.

BREAKING: Bill Clinton’s S.candal Just Took A Whole New Ugly Turn

@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins | continued from (x) 

The problem with gatherings was Ben had never particularly liked them. Despite his affable nature, he much, much preferred the company of books to pompous ratbags, and that sentiment was no truer than now as he and Lydia immersed themselves inside a T.ory gathering.

Even though he always strove to keep his wits about him, Ben made the mistake of imbibing early on. Any time one of these stuffy, out-of-touch half-wits made a disparaging remark about the r.ebels or W.ashington, Ben found himself taking a generous swallow of port. Even with Lydia at his side, sweet and demure and grounding, he wasn’t able to fully curb his temper. He supposed this was precisely why he typically didn’t assume the role of a.gent.

One of the men in their immediate circle -- a cloth m.erchant named Timmons -- kept l.ewdly describing his f.emale c.lientele and making light of the latest f.ashions. Although Ben would normally find this sort of discussion repulsive, his mild inebriation coupled with Lydia’s alluring, low-rising neckline made his topic shift to a more s.candalous sort.

After he’d whispered his s.ordid confession into her ear, he withdrew and took another sip of port, noting the way her cheeks flushed a pretty pink within the candlelight.

❝ And what do those dreams consist of-- Mr. Bolton? ❞

Ben hummed a moment, not having anticipated the follow-up. Although there wasn’t anything fully u.ntoward about this sort of discussion between a husband and wife, they were presently standing within a circle of at least eight people. Slowly, a smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “What would you like to know?” he asked.

Discreetly, Ben lowered his hand to Lydia’s wrist and gently pressed, the motion subtle, but almost possessive in its grip. “You were quiet, compliant, and readily at my mercy...not too far different from our present situation.”

All around them, the other men and women in the circle were vehemently arguing about what P.arisian f.ashions were best, so Ben felt free to disengage for just one moment. Sliding his hand down to grip at her own, he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I recall something about you t.ouching yourself...” Lightly, he toyed with her middle and index fingers. “You opened yourself up and showed me precisely what brought you the most p.leasure.”

Righting his stance again, Ben drew her hand to his lips for a quick, but ardent kiss to her knuckles, his mouth grazing along her skin before he returned his attentions to the group around them. They were all still arguing about the damned f.ashions, so he smiled and lowly added, “I’m always a fan of e.ducation, wife, so maybe whenever the situation finally presents itself, you can give me a true demonstration.”