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Bridgerton Kink Meme - Issue 1


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(frozen comment) Re: Simon/daphe/any (siena? Ofc? Omc?)

(Anonymous) 2021-02-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
SIMON/DAPHNE/OFC PART 2

Daphne hears the door whisper shut behind her. She turns to see Simon with his hand still resting on the handle, eyes fixed on her with an unmistakably fascinated expression.

Aurora has moved to the bed and begun to busy herself with smoothing the linens and adjusting the lace on her robe, which seems to be a pretext to allow her guests to speak among themselves.

“You are sure of this?” Daphne asks, moving to Simon’s side and slipping her hand into his.

“Am I sure?” he asks with a laugh. “My dear, if only you knew...” His eyes sweep over her appreciatively and he presses a kiss to her gloved hand. “My love, are you certain of this?”

Daphne’s gaze strays back to the woman on the bed, the way her dark curls frame her face as she admires a ring on her right hand, held out before her—perhaps a gift from another such encounter. “I believe I am...I do not know...”

“If you change your mind, you can to tell me,” he says, pulling her towards him by the waist. “But I believe our hostess will be gentle with us.”

Daphne sees him catch Aurora’s eye—how strange it is to be jealous of him, and not her, and replies, “I am not certain how much gentleness I will require.”

With a wolfish smile, Simon leads her towards the bed and she takes a seat beside Aurora.

“My dear,” Aurora says, “you are quite overdressed—it is a lovely gown, but I imagine you are even lovelier beneath it.”

Daphne blushes, unable to keep her gaze from straying to the curves beneath the other woman’s robe. “Not as lovely as you.”

“Nonsense,” the woman says, “We each are beautiful in our own ways, but your husband and I are in agreement in this, I believe—you are stunning.”

It is the type of compliment Daphne is used to receiving, but the setting is markedly different. She slips her shoes off, looking to Simon as she asks, “Shall I undress?”

“Allow me,” Aurora says, and begins to remove one of Daphne’s gloves finger by finger. Daphne shivers as the woman’s touch lingers on her inner arm, and she sees the smile on Aurora’s face deepen at the way she trembles.

She turns her shoulder so the buttons on her dress can be undone, and Simon settles between her knees to begin to remove her stockings, taking more care than even he was used to. He’s taken his coat and waistcoat off, and the cravat he wears is loose at the neck, exposing a sliver of his chest where his shirt falls open.

A shudder runs down Daphne’s spine as the gown falls from around her shoulders, though is is more from the hands that attend to her than any chill—the room is quite comfortable in every sense.

Unable to help himself, Simon surges forward to press a passionate kiss to her lips, then falls back as Aurora begins to kiss the curve of her shoulder, her neck, her ear. It is so very different to being kissed by Simon—softer, but just as welcome. The longing it sends pulling through her belly is both familiar and strange.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Simon asks, beginning to remove his shirt and boots, a bit more clumsy than before, his eyes flicking between his wife and the woman in whose arms she rests.

“Yes,” Daphne breathes, and turns back towards Aurora, pulling her into a kiss.

The other woman’s breath is warm and sweet, her lips linger there for a time, simply enjoying this first new experience. Then, she feels the desire deepen, and opens her eyes to meet Aurora’s gaze.

“Your husband is a lucky man,” Aurora murmurs, looking up at Simon through heavy lashes. “And you, I warrant, are lucky as well.”

Daphne reaches out a hand for Simon and he accepts, allowing her to draw him onto the bed. He sits just at her feet, within reach of Aurora but hovering on the edge of the circle they’ve drawn.

Daphne pulls her husband into another kiss, then looks between him and their companion. Both seem to be hanging on her next words, more focused on her than on each other. It sends a swell of premature satisfaction through her.

“I have but one request,” she says, turning to Aurora first. “I wish for all of us to find satisfaction tonight…repeatedly.”
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