If his brother hadn't been running late to dinner, he wouldn't have been forced to go with Anthony to Benedict's studio apartment. He wouldn't have gotten bored as Anthony attempted to hurry Benedict along and wouldn't have snooped through his brother's desk and laptop. He would have never have found the folder labeled Pen and never would have clicked on it. If Benedict had been ready on time and had been sober and not had left his laptop open for a snooping brother to find, he would have never stumbled upon the pictures his brother had of his best friend Penelope...in lingere.
Colin couldn't stop staring, god has she always been this stunning? All lush curves wrapped in lace and silk? All that milky skin covered with freckles? Yellow lace, pink lace, purple silk, green silk, freckles dotting her shoulders, red hair spilling across the bed sheets, piled high on her head, lips in a sultry red that he didn't ever expect her to wear, other pictures having her in a familiar soft pink lipstick that graced every letter she ever wrote.
He closes his eyes but the image of Penelope in yellow has been burned into his skull.
He could die a happy man with that image on his mind being his last thought.
He clicks through the photos- Penelope on her back, on her side, standing, bent over, sitting on a chair, mid-laughter, a smile on her face, and not just any smile but the smile she normally gives him and suddenly the feeling of lust he has turns into jealously.
Why was his brother have these?
Are he and Penelope together?
His brother and his best friend?
Sweet Penelope and his dumb ass brother?
Together? Kissing? Fucking? Seeing her in lingere?
He's seeing red and it takes all his energy to not punch Bendeict as he and Anthony come out of his room.
Benedict's eyes widen when he sees him near his laptop and rushes over to close it.
"We're going to be late."
"Where was this concern half an hour ago."
"Sorry, I had a session run late."
Colin tries to appear casual as he glares at his brother's head, "What kind of session?"
"Boudoir."
Colin clenches his jaw as Anthony guides them all into the car and then drives them to the restaurant.
Everyone is already there and Anthony hurries to his wife's side, kissing her as they has been apart for centuries and not an half an hour. Colin looks away and his eyes land on Penelope and Eloise, the two of them giggling. His eyes narrow as Benedict sits across from them, ruffling Gregory's hair and shooting Penelope a look, whatever he says making her laugh and Colin finds himself marching to his chair, next to Penelope, pissed. He sits down with a loud thud and reaches for his drink, giving everyone a tense and dull nod.
Penelope places a hand on his arm and he turns to give him a tight smile.
"You okay?" He nods and he feels bad as her face drops in disappointment at his lie. But now is not the time for this conversation.
Colin doesn't say much during dinner, too busy poking at his dinner with a fork, trying to keep his mind from wandering.
Penelope is wearing a dress and he finds himself wondering what she is wearing under the dress.
He wants to find out.
He wants to find out what she's wearing if she has freckles other places, what sounds she would make if he kissed her, if her blush would travel down her body if he asked her to sit on his face.
Only Brought This Dress So You Can Take It Off 1/
If his brother hadn't been running late to dinner, he wouldn't have been forced to go with Anthony to Benedict's studio apartment.
He wouldn't have gotten bored as Anthony attempted to hurry Benedict along and wouldn't have snooped through his brother's desk and laptop.
He would have never have found the folder labeled Pen and never would have clicked on it.
If Benedict had been ready on time and had been sober and not had left his laptop open for a snooping brother to find, he would have never stumbled upon the pictures his brother had of his best friend Penelope...in lingere.
Colin couldn't stop staring, god has she always been this stunning? All lush curves wrapped in lace and silk? All that milky skin covered with freckles?
Yellow lace, pink lace, purple silk, green silk, freckles dotting her shoulders, red hair spilling across the bed sheets, piled high on her head, lips in a sultry red that he didn't ever expect her to wear, other pictures having her in a familiar soft pink lipstick that graced every letter she ever wrote.
He closes his eyes but the image of Penelope in yellow has been burned into his skull.
He could die a happy man with that image on his mind being his last thought.
He clicks through the photos- Penelope on her back, on her side, standing, bent over, sitting on a chair, mid-laughter, a smile on her face, and not just any smile but the smile she normally gives him and suddenly the feeling of lust he has turns into jealously.
Why was his brother have these?
Are he and Penelope together?
His brother and his best friend?
Sweet Penelope and his dumb ass brother?
Together? Kissing? Fucking? Seeing her in lingere?
He's seeing red and it takes all his energy to not punch Bendeict as he and Anthony come out of his room.
Benedict's eyes widen when he sees him near his laptop and rushes over to close it.
"We're going to be late."
"Where was this concern half an hour ago."
"Sorry, I had a session run late."
Colin tries to appear casual as he glares at his brother's head, "What kind of session?"
"Boudoir."
Colin clenches his jaw as Anthony guides them all into the car and then drives them to the restaurant.
Everyone is already there and Anthony hurries to his wife's side, kissing her as they has been apart for centuries and not an half an hour. Colin looks away and his eyes land on Penelope and Eloise, the two of them giggling. His eyes narrow as Benedict sits across from them, ruffling Gregory's hair and shooting Penelope a look, whatever he says making her laugh and Colin finds himself marching to his chair, next to Penelope, pissed.
He sits down with a loud thud and reaches for his drink, giving everyone a tense and dull nod.
Penelope places a hand on his arm and he turns to give him a tight smile.
"You okay?"
He nods and he feels bad as her face drops in disappointment at his lie. But now is not the time for this conversation.
Colin doesn't say much during dinner, too busy poking at his dinner with a fork, trying to keep his mind from wandering.
Penelope is wearing a dress and he finds himself wondering what she is wearing under the dress.
He wants to find out.
He wants to find out what she's wearing if she has freckles other places, what sounds she would make if he kissed her, if her blush would travel down her body if he asked her to sit on his face.