Old Love, New Love (closed for havinfun50)

[Mignonette]

It was a stormy day, with the wind and the waves making the passage from France to England not only slow, but also uncomfortable. One young woman sitting in one of the cabins of the boat had no mind for the storm outside however. Instead her eyes were scanning over the hastily written lines of the letter in her hand. She had read it so often already that she almost knew the words by heart, yet she still could not believe their content.

It was a letter from her dear twin Bessy, beseeching her to come to Essex to visit her, for she was in dire need of help. Her words were so desperate, that they had tore at Emma's heart. Her sister's writing also lacked its usual elegance and detail. Instead the words had been carelessly written, with crossed out lines and spelling mistakes. This only made Emma worry more, for her sister wasnt known for such inattentiveness.
What could have happened to cause her beloved twin such distress? Was she not happily married to the man she loved, with three adorable children?

Sadly Emma had to admit that she had never met her nephews and nieces. Last time she had been to England was at her sister's wedding about four or five years ago. Bessy had been only eighteen, but she had always dreamed of being a wife and mother. And with her beloved Colonel, she had found the man who would make those dreams come true.
Emma on the other hand always dreamed of adventures. And her father, a liberal and open man, had indulged his daughter by allowing her to accompany him on his travels. A scientist and a man of politics, Mr. Stanton visited the grand houses of Europe, as much as he traveled to exotic places such as Morocco or India.
Emma had just spend the last year at a court of a great Raja, where her father had been dispatched as an English diplomat. Ever curious, Emma had enjoyed her time in the foreign land immensely, learning the culture and religion. The trip had been cut short by the letter which arrived so unexpectedly and had caused her to hurry back home to England.

Three days later, her carriage arrived at the splendid manor in the Essex countryside that her sister called her home. As one of the servants helped her step out of the carriage, Emma noticed that she was already expected. Her sister, as well as her three children were waiting outside for her, but when her eyes fell on her twin, Emma wanted to gasp. The woman in front of her, who should be like her own reflection, looked nothing like she remembered.
Where Emma's teint was still rosy and fresh, Bessy's face looked ashen and sunken. Her red swollen eyes had lost all their spark and her light brown eyes looked tired. She had also lost weight, Emma noticed and her hands seemed to be trembling.
During their youth, both girls had always been praised for their full dirty blond hair, but while Emma's still fell in thick waves when wore open, Bessy's looked thin and dull.
Even though both wore their hair in the exact same bun and wore similar gowns, tailored in the most current fashion, nobody would mistake their identities as it had so often happened in the past. Bessy simply looked years older than her sister.
Still, Emma tried not to show her shock and put on a smile as she walked towards her sister to embrace her.
Only when she was holding her sister close did her nose catch the scent of wine on her twin.

Not wanting to bring up such an issue during their greeting, she kept up light conversation, before turning to the children. There was a girl, about four years old, and two boys, twins, a year younger. The children looked eager to play, yet also intimidated to do so.
"You have such lovely children, Bess.", Emma complimented her sister, gently stroking the girl's golden locks.
"They are little devils.", came the unexpected comment. "It is a miracle they are so quiet now."
Emma was at a loss for words. Had her sister at least spoken with some kind fondness or teasing, she could have made a joke in return, but Bessy had sounded deadly serious.
"Come, there is much we need to discuss. I do not have much time for my carriage will be here in a few hours."
Emma raised her eyebrows. Carriage? Was her sister leaving?

The two retreated into the parlour, while the children went to play in the garden and the servants brought Emma's belongings into the guest room.
The next hour was full of shocks for Emma. What her sister revealed to her was more than she could grasp so suddenly. Apparently motherhood was nothing like her sister had envisioned it to be. Anna, her daughter, was a trouble maker. A loud and bratty child, as her sister described her. And the twins were even worse, even though Emma could barely believe it. The children had seemed perfectly lovable in her eyes.
All the while she also worriedly watched her sister empty three glasses of wine, her hands shaking as she held tightly onto the delicate glass in her hands.
"I need a break.", Bessy had finished. "Mother suggested a mountain retreat in Switzerland. She knows a good doctor there and she is willing to take the children for a month. But I need someone here to take care of the estate...as well as the children if they become too much for mother...You will do this for me, Emma, right? You wont abandon your sister."

How could Emma refuse? This was her sister and she desperately needed help.
"Of course I will help you, Bes. But what does your husband say to all this?", she asked.
At the mention of her husband, Bessy scoffed and looked away. "Not much of a husband anymore. He does not support me anymore. Doesnt love me."
Once again Emma could not believe what she heard. She remembered the man from the wedding. How he had looked at Bessy as if she was the most precious woman in the entire world. Could such love really fade after a mere four or five years?
"Im sure he still cares for you deeply, Bes. What makes you say he doesnt?", she asked hesitantly, only to receive a glare from her sister.
"He sticks up for those brats. I tell him every day that the children are driving me mad and that they deserve to be punished, but he doesnt believe me. He says Im exaggerating and should be kinder to them. But he doesn know! He doesnt see them when they scream, cry, run around me and tear at my nerves!"
Unexpectedly her sister suddenly broke down and cried. In that moment, Emma was sure that the retreat in Switzerland was indeed much needed.

The carriage came soon after and the servants carried out Bessy's bags and trunks. Only an hour later another carriage arrived to pick up the children to bring them to their grandmother in London, leaving Emma alone in the house.
She used the time to settle in and unpack her bags, telling the maid that she would be able to manage on her own. It also gave her time to think the entire situation through again.
For dinner she changed into a delicate light blue gown that complimented her light skin and fair hair. It fell gently, but was tight around her bust, complimenting the round orbs. A hint of cleavage was on display, but not indecently so. Just enough to make a man dream, but not enough to give him foolish ideas about the lady's honor.
Her hair was changed into a more casual style, with several locks escaping a carefully tied bun. She looked young and fresh and every bit a charming lady, who would attract more than one gentleman's attention.
When she moved to the dining hall she was surprised to discover that the servants had set out tableware for two.
When the butler caught her confused look he smiled: "The Colonel has just returned."
Just in that moment the very man entered from the other door and Emma smiled a little.
He had not changed as much as her sister had and it was good to see at least something constant.
"I am so sorry about Bessy...", she whispered after they had exchanged greetings. She wasnt quite sure whether this was something he truly wanted to talk about, so she waited for him to either continue or change the topic.

 

[havinfun50]

Colonel Charles Danby entered his chambers after spending another day sorting out the affairs of the Manor in town. The work of country life never seemed to end. There was always something that needed to be done, some repair or improvement to the estate that needed his attention. He’d hoped upon his retirement from the Coldstream Guards that he could live his life managing his land in a leisurely fashion. Sadly,with his current staff it appeared that would not be the case in the immediate future. Damn that Dansforthe for poaching away his best man. Never trust an artilleryman to be a gentleman.

As the third son of a wealthy merchant family, he knew from an early age that inheriting the family fortune and business was not to be his destiny. The first two boys worked with their father from a young age learning and managing the business, but Charles was sent off to military school almost as soon as he could read and write. His career and accounts slated from a young age by his father, his commission purchased as soon as he was eligible.

Sadly, a life of order and discipline did not provide adequate training for Manor living, nor for family affairs as it turned out. His young wife Bess, radiant in her beauty and desire for living when he married her, had quickly grown bored and then bitter with life in the country. He’d tried humoring her with entertaining guests and trips to the shoppes. He even indulged her early desire to be known as a popular hostess by hosting event after event on the grounds. Nothing however seemed to satisfy her.

After their first child, Anna, was born, Bess seemed to only become more restless and short tempered. Their marital relations becoming less and less frequent as time passed, he was surprised to find that the Twins were on the way so shortly after the birth of Anna. He never suspected her of infidelity, but such was the infrequency of their night time visits that he did take a moment to run the math before being satisfied that the children were his. Were Bess to become with child again, however, there would be no doubt of infidelity. It had been well over a year since he’d bothered to visit her chambers, such was the disdain she gave him at every opportunity, he spent most of the past six months avoiding her.

Had she been a member of his command, he would have swiftly and soundly corrected her behavior. As his wife, however, he was at a loss as to how he should respond, so he just gave up. His energies focused upon the workings of the Village and the Manor occupying most of his time.

He did remember that today was the day his sister in law, Emma, was to arrive. The plans for his wife’s ‘vacation’ and the disposition of his children with his mother in law for a month were all executed without his input. A merely informative request of an already decided event was made of him several days ago. He had no choice and little desire to deny her.

As he straightened his dinner jacket, he looked into the mirror and decided that he was presentable. A mote of dust picked from his lapel making the decision final. He wondered idly how the years had treated Emma as he wound his way to the Dining Hall. As Bess’s twin, he remembered her as strikingly beautiful. Such was their similarity, he’d almost made a complete ass of himself on the very eve of his wedding. But after five years of traveling the world, it was quite possible that she’d fared no better than Bess.

Entering the Dining Hall he was stunned at the sight of what could have been his wife under different circumstances. He knew it was Emma, but his mind only saw what could have been had Bess taken to country life differently. He greeted her warmly and appropriately, until she whispered, "I am so sorry about Bessy..."

Breaking contact, he proceeded to hold her chair out for her to sit. “Yes… well, Country living has not treated Bess as well as world travel seems to have suited you. Hopefully the Doctors in Switzerland can get her put to rights again.” Taking his own seat across from her, he continued, “So, tell me of your adventures around the globe. I’ve not traveled much since moving here. Tell me what happens outside of our merry village."

 

[Mignonette]

Emma nodded her head in gratitude when he helped her into her seat, like a proper gentleman and smiled kindly when he asked about her travels, moving away from talking about his wife. She would accept his wishes and not mention her sister again for a while, for it seemed a topic that bothered him greatly.
"I have spent this past year in India, for father has been dispatched as a diplomat there, as you know. The raja of Kalkutta is a most gracious host! I have never seen so much luxury before. Everything he wears is covered in gold and gems.", she began to recount excitedly, her eyes sparkling vividly as she talked. "And his harem, oh I know, most improper, is filled with the most beautiful women I have ever seen. They of course are also covered from head to toe in the finest silks and jewels."

She talked a little more about life in the raja's palace and how some of the customs there were most improper to her eyes, while others, such as the little shrines to their exotic deities in almost every room in the palace were most interesting.
Emma was a lively and talkative young woman and had seen so much of the world, that at times she forgot how rude it was in their english society for a lady to talk for a good hour without so much as taking a breath to pause.

"I apologize.", she quickly said, as she noted her mistake. "Here I am, boring you with too much talk. And I have yet to ask you how you have been since we have last met."
The smile returned to her soft and youthful features, her pretty lips curving upwards as she looked at him. The servants were already carrying away their empty plates and the two of them rose to move to sit in the parlor to talk some more. The room was bright and offered comfortable seating for conversation.
"Now tell me, dear brother in law, how have the last years treated you?... Apart from the situation with Bess."
She had noticed too late that she had directed the conversation onto sad grounds again, but luckily she quickly found a way out again as well.
"Ive had the joy to finally meet my niece and nephews. Twins in the family again! You must be quite proud that its two sturdy boys. One of them will surely follow your military footsteps and successes."
Children were always a safe topic, she felt, while she thought of other issues they could speak of which would not remind him of the painful changes in his wife.

As they conversed, the sun outside filled the room, making Emma look even prettier, as it gave her already light hair an extra shine and only underlined the intensity of her light brown eyes.
She held herself like a proper lady, sitting straight and proper. Yet at the same time she was also leaning forward a little, showing her earnest interest in the conversation...and unknowingly giving the Colonel a perfect view of the glimpse of cleavage her dress was offering.

She rarely ever thought back to the night before her sister's wedding, when he had surprised her. She had simply sought out a book to read, for sleep would not find her, when suddenly she had felt a pair of strong hands on her bosom, squeezing them most deliciously, as hot lips had descended on her neck. A first moment of fear, had been replaced by a spark of lust and then shock when she realized the identity of the gentleman. They had parted with only a quick apology on both sides and had never spoken of the event again. Emma had never been angry at Charles, for she knew how easily people had mistaken Bessy and her all the time. Though there had been nights, when she had also envied her sister for such an intense lover. As a proper lady she should not entertain such impure thoughts, but as a woman of the world, who read more than some women considered appropriate, she was far more open to ideas and feelings than her society would allow.

 

[havinfun50]

The Colonel nodded thanks to Footman who brought the soup for their starter, serving a ladle full for both Emily and himself as she began her tales of travel and adventure.

"I have spent this past year in India, for father has been dispatched as a diplomat there, as you know…”

He listened intently as she regaled him with news from India, her descriptions of the Raj’s lavish lifestyle causing a small smile to grace his lips. Her delicate dancing around the topic of his Harem and other ‘improper’ customs caused him to blush slightly. Though he was no stranger to some of the ‘improper’ customs of faraway lands, he found himself slightly embarrassed for her as she discussed them so freely. He also found himself wishing that she would elaborate more, as it had been a very long time since ‘improper’ thoughts had occupied his imagination.

The footmen cleared and served the courses as she continued to describe her travels. Never in his life had he seen a woman so monopolize a conversation, but he did not object. In fact, he found that her energy and enthusiasm was a welcome change to the sullen and hostile atmosphere that had permeated the house for so long. It also gave him an opportunity to study her without fear of rapprochement.

Her hair, still full of body and luster, was done up on a bun with a few skillful strands of her long locks floating free. Her skin was smooth and healthy, a bit of color indicating time spent outdoors, but not so much that one would think her needing to labor in the sun. Her lips, lush and full of the pink of life, were not drawn tight in a grimace, and there was a twinkle in her light brown eyes that he’d not seen in her sisters face for many years. Looking upon her was so familiar, and at the same time so different than looking upon his own wife of late. He felt a rising nostalgia for the woman he’d married and a pang of sorrow for the woman she was today.

"I apologize. Here I am, boring you with too much talk. And I have yet to ask you how you have been since we have last met."

As the footman cleared the last of the service, they adjourned to the Parlor to continue their discussion.

"Now tell me, dear brother in law, how have the last years treated you?... Apart from the situation with Bess… Ive had the joy to finally meet my niece and nephews. Twins in the family again! You must be quite proud that its two sturdy boys. One of them will surely follow your military footsteps and successes."

Noting her sudden change in conversational direction after mentioning Bess’, or Bessy as her sister referred to her, condition, he decided to address the elephant in the room head on.

“It’s been a very difficult few years Emma, I won’t tell you otherwise, because you already know the crux of the matter. Bess has been bitter and resentful of me and the children for a very long time. Why? I can only speculate. She wants for nothing. She has been cared for in every possible way I can imagine, but her fondness for the grape may be part of the problem. With luck the Doctors in Switzerland will get it sorted and she can return to life at the Manor as she had before.”

Though Emma was sitting as a proper lady should, he could not help but notice that her attentive lean into his words exposed a bit more of her cleavage then she may have intended. The blue neckline of her dress providing a delightful, if distracting, view of her charms. Unable to will his eyes away from the forbidden sight on his own, he rose from his chair, and made his way to the Sideboard.

“Yes, the children are a joy to me. Their tutors report that they are bright and intelligent, if a bit high spirited in class, but I must say I don’t see evidence of that when they are here. When out and about they seem to enjoy themselves and the staff reports to me some of the hijinks they get themselves into around the place, but in the house they are very subdued.” Pouring a snifter of Brandy for himself, he inquired of his guest; “Can I interest you in a Port or a Brandy for the evening Emma?”

 

[Mignonette]

Emma's eyes saddened as Charles recounted how difficult the last years had been for the family. She had been completely oblivious to her sister's undoing, having been too focused on her travels and adventures. Silently she wondered whether she could have helped in any way had she stayed in England.
"I have spoken with Bess but briefly this morning, but I barely recognized my own twin. ", she admitted, folding her hands almost nervously. "She used to be like my reflection, yet when I saw her..." She wasnt even able to put the shock into words. "I also could not understand how she could speak so cruelly of the children. I have met them but for a short time, they seem most lovely, if slightly intimidated by their mother."
Was Bess truly so strict? Again, Emma could not image in. Their parents had been incredibly loving and liberal, allowing all their children the occasional mischief. It gave character, her father always used to say.

"Children always cause a little trouble. If they are playful, even more so. But it also gives them a chance to discover the world...and learn early from their mistakes.", she spoke, before nodding to his offer for a drink.
"I'd have some Brandy as well, thank you"
Ladies usually didnt consume such strong alcohol, but having spent so much time with her father, she had picked up on some of his evening habits as well, which usually included a good book, or a deep philosophical or political conversation and a small glass of good old Brandy.
She stood up to take the glass from his hand, their fingers brushing for a moment, before Emma returned to her seat. She smelled the liquor and then took a small sip, enjoying the strong taste.

She leaned back, taking on a more relaxed position. She was almost tempted to put her feet up as well, but remembered that she was in company and almost instantly straightened up a little.
"Forgve me, I have been out of England for too long. I am almost forgetting my good manners.", she joked and laughed, the sound vivid and honest.
"I will expect you to correct me whenever I do not behave like the lady I am supposed to be.", she spoke again, her voice still holding a note of fun as she raised her glass to him in a toast.
"Here is to Bessy having a swift recovery. And to me not causing the manor to crumble into dust while I manage it for her."
She knew about the basics of running a household, but she wasnt as refined and organized as her sister had been. Still, Emma was confident that she would manage somehow.
"I hope you do not mind that I will be staying here. Bess had never mentioned whether my extended visit had been discussed with you..."
She wouldnt want to impose on him after all, even though she had to admit that she found the Colonel's company refreshing. There was something about him that was interesting, even though Emma could not decide what exactly it was.

 

[havinfun50]

As Emma recounted her brief visit with her sister, the Colonel stood swirling his brandy. Her tale of Bess’ description of the children did not surprise him. He’d often overheard her describe them as ‘hellions’ and ‘brats’ to any who would sit long enough to listen; though of late, very few were trapped more than once. Her request for a Brandy caused him to raise an eyebrow. He had fully expected her to have a Port, but he really could not fault her for the choice, the Brandy was excellent.

She rose as he handed her the crystal snifter, their fingers brushing as the glass changed possession. His skin tingling at the brief touch, as he mentally chastised himself for his untoward reaction. For God’s sake man, she’s your Sister-in-Law, pull yourself together. Composed again he regained his chair opposite her as she did the same.

“I can’t say I’m surprised by your impressions of Bess today. Indeed, when I entered the Dining Hall this evening, I was a bit taken aback myself. It was as if I was looking at a ghost of what might have been.” He pondered a moment, swirling the strong liquor in its glass before looking back to her, “Though a lovelier ghost I have never heard the likes of before.” Raising his glass to her in silent toast. “As for the children, I agree. Children are made for mischief. Without a little of it they don’t learn.”

He took a small sip to accompany hers as she relaxed back into the chair as if she’d lived in the Manor all her life, but she quickly straightened up realizing that she was a guest and not in her own home. Perhaps her experiences abroad had allowed her to relax her manners, but a proper English Lady never forgets them.

"Forgve me, I have been out of England for too long. I am almost forgetting my good manners. I will expect you to correct me whenever I do not behave like the lady I am supposed to be."

The idea of correcting her for unladylike behavior caused a strange mix of reactions in him, but again he chastised himself for his ‘impure’ thoughts. Reminding himself that he was a gentleman, and some things were just not proper.

"Here is to Bessy having a swift recovery. And to me not causing the manor to crumble into dust while I manage it for her."

Raising his glass to hers, the fine crystal rang a pure note as their snifters touched, “To a speedy recovery. I’m sure your guiding hand around the Manor will be more than welcome by the staff.” Giving her a warm smile.

"I hope you do not mind that I will be staying here. Bess had never mentioned whether my extended visit had been discussed with you..."

Leaning back in his own chair, he took another small sip of his Brandy. “I only learned of this trip a few days ago myself. However, I’m happy you’re here. If nothing else, I will surely enjoy your company and we can exchange tales from far away lands. Please feel free to consider the Manor your home for as long as you stay. As acting Lady of the house, you’ll have full reign and I expect you to enjoy it as much as possible.” He paused and gave her a bit of a devilish grin. “Except for the acquisition of Jewelled Robes...we’ll leave that to the Raja and his Harem.”

 

[Mignonette]

It was a great relief to hear that her presence in the manor would not be a burden to the master of the house. And Emma swore to herself that she would do her very best to manage the estate to the best of her abilities until her sister's return.

When her brother in law joked with her, she responded by laughing in earnest.
"Me dressed as a Raja's courtesan? How scandalous!", she joked in return, laughing once again.
"Although I do have to admit that curiosity compelled me to try their exotic garments once. They truly are most indecent. Not even English ladies of ill repute show so much skin."
Though of course, one had to take the differences in weather and temperature between the two countries into consideration when judging their clothes.

Emma drank some more of the Brandy, enjoying the strong taste as it rolled over her tongue and then down her throat and she even lightly licked her lips to enjoy some more of the flavour.
"Perhaps once Bessy has recovered, the two of you could join us in India? My father will still stay there for another year and perhaps seeing some more of the world will help you two to overcome the shadows of the past.", she suddenly suggested, looking right at Charles. "And it would give you an opportunity to glance at some pretty harem ladies.", she added with a small spark of mischief in her eyes.

Again, she was not behaving like a proper lady, but Emma did not necessarily mind. The role of the prim and proper daughter had always been filled by Bess, allowing her twin to act far more adventurous. And her father had always encouraged her freedoms, saying that Emma had a spirit that should not be tamed by restrictive social rules. And so he had allowed her to flirt and be flirted with during their travels, though always making sure Emma never risked her purity and reputation.
And quite honestly, the young woman had enjoyed it. There was no harm in words and little kisses exchanged without any false promises for more, in her mind.
Though of course, none of those thoughts entered her mind when she looked upon her brother in law. He was family and she still remembered him as the man who had loved her sister.
Still, there was something so intense about the way he was staring at her at times, that made Emma very conscious about her body.

"Do you play cards, Charles?", she suddenly asked, sitting up a little straighter in her chair. She needed to choose a more civilized activity or she would forget her manners entirely by simply talking in a far too relaxed atmosphere.

 

[havinfun50]

"Me dressed as a Raja's courtesan? How scandalous! Although I do have to admit that curiosity compelled me to try their exotic garments once. They truly are most indecent. Not even English ladies of ill repute show so much skin."

It required all his years of Military training and an iron will to keep a straight face at her words. A fine Lady such as Emma, dressed as a courtesan? Her father, Stanton, was a good man. A bit more liberal than he in matters of politics and such, but a man of England nonetheless. How could he allow his daughter Emma to dress as a courtesan to the Raja? A practitioner of deviant pleasure! A woman of untoward sensibilities and appetites! Even in jest, such things were just not done!

Yet, it’s impossible to have been in the Military as long as he had without seeing paintings and drawings of such things as well as tales of decadent nights and depraved days. He’d seen much ‘harem art’ over the years, confiscated from soldiers indiscreet enough in their desires to get caught, and the drunken tales of fellow officers returned from the Far East and the Subcontinent were enough to make a common whore blush. To think of Emma, whose body was already uniquely familiar to him through her twin, dressed in such a fashion, exposing so much skin to any who cared to gaze upon her, also titillated his imagination in such a way as to make his sitting position a bit uncomfortable.

After swirling her Brandy and quaffing a healthy slug, she licked her lips to chase the flavor of the liquor. The sight proved to be too much and he was forced to adjust his seat in the chair to avoid embarrassment. Her invitation to visit India went almost unnoticed as she teased him in response to his own jest. However, the smile that graced her face was more radiant and devilish than Bess’ had ever been as she uttered; "And it would give you an opportunity to glance at some pretty harem ladies."

He laughed with her in a good natured fashion. The action allowing him to readjust his position in the chair without appearing unnatural. “Yes… well a trip to the Subcontinent has always been on my list of things to do. Thank you for your invitation, and the motivation as well!”

Suddenly straightening in her chair and sitting like a proper English lady, the Colonel was surprised when she asked, rather quickly, "Do you play cards, Charles?"

“Why yes Emma, I do. It’s been some time since we’ve been invited to an evening of Cards, but Bess and I used to enjoy rounds of Cassino and Loo with other’s in the area.” Taking a rather large swallow of his own Brandy to regain his senses, the Colonel continued politely and formally. “The evening is yet young, do you fancy a round or two?

 

[Mignonette]

"I would love to play very much.", Emma replied with a short nod. "During our travels, especially by sea, father and I would spent many hours playing cards, for there was little else one could do, confined to a ship for days.", she explained as they rose to move to another room. It was usually reserved for larger gatherings and it held the typical entertainment of a wealthy manor. There was a pianoforte in the room, as well as books and tables for guests to either chat or engage in card games.

Emma took a seat and waited for Charles to bring and deal the cards. The short transition from one room to the next had offered her enough time to calm her thoughts and remind herself of her position as an english lady. But it was so suffocating at times! And was she not in the presence of family? Surely she wouldnt have to act like a distant acquaintance to her brother in law! So far he had not reprimanded her yet and Emma even had the impression that he enjoyed her carefree nature in a way.

She watched him shuffle the cards after they had agreed on a game and asked: "I hear soldiers also play a lot of cards. I daresay that you know more tricks than I."
Again her voice was laced with humor and teasing, as the pretty natural smile returned to her lips. "I also heard that you often play for wagers in the army. Tell me, Charles, have you lost or gained a fortune through the games?"
She was testing the waters, trying to see how casual she could be with him, hoping that he would respond positively. He must have been used to impeccable manners from Bess, who had always known when it was appropriate to approach certain topics and when it was not. Emma still remembered how surprised she was to find her twin capable for talking with a gentleman about nothing else than the weather and the number of guests at the gathering for more than an hour!
It was in times such as these that she had wondered whether she could ever consider herself a true lady at all.

Her smile grew slightly wider as her thoughts moved towards an evening in Moscow, where she had played cards with a group of ladies and gentlemen who had all insisted on wagers. And they were not of material value either. Having had a most lucky hand that particular evening, Emma had lost but once, resulting in her having to share a most passionate kiss with the handsome Russian officer sitting to her left. The man had been skilled, to say the least, making her entire body feel weak and trembling. The encounter had however not gone beyond that. Instead, of that Emma was sure, the delicate Lady Tatyana had warmed his bed that night after having lost more than just a few games.

 

[havinfun50]

As they rose together from their chairs, she explained how she and her father would wile away the hours of travel playing cards. The Colonel drained his Brandy and stopped for a refill, adding a dollop to Emma’s near empty snifter as well, before they headed to the Drawing Room.

“Yes, the tedium of travel,” commiserating with her, ”I am all too familiar with it. Cards can be an amusing diversion from the banality of long journeys. However, a good book can also pass the time.”

Collecting a deck of cards from a side cabinet, he jokingly addressed her insinuation that he might know more ‘tricks’ at cards than her. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate to use the terms ‘trick’ and ‘cards’ together in the same sentence my dear. Some might get the impression that I’m a cheat?!” Smiling at her jest, “However, since you’re family, I’ll let it pass.” Taking a seat at the small table across from her, he shuffled the deck, noting the pleasant return of a devilish twinkle in her eye and a teasing lilt to her voice as she inquired; "I also heard that you often play for wagers in the army. Tell me, Charles, have you lost or gained a fortune through the games?"

He gave her a conspiratorial smile as he dealt the cards, “Well, an Officers wages can only take him so far in life. One must do what one can to supplement finances. Why this very table, and some other pieces in this room I believe, were financed while preparing for the Battle of Barrosa.”

Relaxing in his chair as they played, he noticed her smile from time to time as they traded hands. She played shrewdly and with skill, trapping him more than once in points or trumps. He held his ground, however it had indeed been a very long time since he played seriously and he was sorely out of practice. After several rounds he noted that she held a significant lead,

“It appears Emma, that you have significantly downplayed your talents with cards!” Letting his enjoyment of her company and the pleasant effects of the Brandy guide him, “I wonder what other skills and talents lie hidden beneath you pleasant charms?”

 

[Mignonette]

"A gentleman in France once assured me that all good players have a few tricks. There is no shame in it, but simply an art of the trade, as he called it.", Emma remembered with a chuckle, as they continued their game. She never boasted about it, but she had an incredibly good poker face, always smiling as if every card in her hand was just as it should be.

She won quite a few rounds, as she continued to joke with him about wagers and winning fortunes thanks to them.
"I say the army paid off for you then.", she observed. "You returned with honor, glory and full pockets. There isnt much more a military man can ask for."
Apart from a loving wife, and a warm home and marriage bed upon his return of course, but Emma did not mention those things.

Charles commented on her skills and talents, making Emma laugh. Whie she knew how to giggle like a lady, she was far more open and honest about it in private company. Her delight was pure and real, showing that she had a sense of humor.
"When a woman travels as much as I have, she is bound to learn skills and talents most dont expect a lady of my standing to have.", she just replied mysteriously, giving him the freedom to interpret her words anyway he liked.
She watched his expression closely as he took her words in and suddenly could not help but tease: "You must think your dear sister in law a very lecherous and scandalous woman. First the stay in a harem, then the exotic clothes and now such liberties..."
Again she laughed. "Though I may assure you that my skills and talents are all of a more innocent nature."
Apart from the kissing maybe, but he would not have to know about how fond she was of such contact and how she had learned the art of it from several most gracious tutors.

"I apologize, I should not be teasing you so.", she suddenly said, with an almost rueful smile. "I forget that english gentleman are not as...accustomed to such conversation." Though conversation was perhaps the wrong word, seeing as it almost bordered on shameless flirting. And surely, as his sister in law, she should show far more restraint and modesty.

 

[havinfun50]

Her reassurance that she was not insinuating he was a cheat was couched appropriately to the jest it was meant to be. ‘An art of the trade,’ he considered the interesting description for what he always considered to be the strategy and tactics of cards, but when looked it from a layman’s perspective he supposed there was a kernel of truth to her words.

Her praise of his career being successful and providing all he could want was apt but wanting. Honor, glory and full pockets were all very well and good, but without a companion to enjoy them they were hollow indeed. His children, of course, were a source of pride, but Bess and their tutors had handled most of their upbringing while he worked in the Village and on the Manor.

At his playful questioning of her hidden talents, she let out a loud and full laugh that truly expressed her delight at his gentle tease. He found himself pleased that she should respond in such a fashion, and was delighted with her playful and mysterious response.

"When a woman travels as much as I have, she is bound to learn skills and talents most dont expect a lady of my standing to have."

What possible talents and skills might she have acquired abroad? His mind flashed immediately to an image of her in harem garb, scantily clad in silks and jewels, but little else. His mind wandered back to the incident in the Library on the eve of his wedding. Remembering the feel of her breasts beneath his hands, and the taste of her flesh as he kissed her neck. Only this time she was not dressed as a proper English lady in a library, but as a Courtesan to the Raja.

His face must have betrayed his thoughts as she continued to tease him in a most delightfully naughty fashion.

You must think your dear sister in law a very lecherous and scandalous woman. First the stay in a harem, then the exotic clothes and now such liberties… Though I may assure you that my skills and talents are all of a more innocent nature."

How could she know he was imagining her in the harem and dressed as a Courtesan!? No, surely it was a coincidence, but regardless his cheeks flushed red in mute reply. Her assurance that her real skills were of a less ‘exotic’ nature was somewhat less than reassuring. Interestingly, he was not offended by her forward banter, or her playful demeanor. In fact quite the opposite. It had been far too long since he had engaged in such delightful conversation with anyone, let alone a beautiful and entertaining woman.

"I apologize, I should not be teasing you so. I forget that english gentleman are not as...accustomed to such conversation."

Fearing she may retreat back into her proper shell, the Colonel realized he did not want the comfortable light air between them to end.

“No, no. There is no reason to apologize. I have told you to make yourself comfortable as if this were your own home, and while I admit you did so more quickly than I imagined you would, I assure you that I have quite enjoyed your company this evening. As well as our playful, if somewhat ‘improper’ banter. It’s been a refreshing change, frankly, and if you don’t mind my saying it… most entertaining, on many levels.”

He hoped his response not not too forward in it’s own right, but he was reluctant to give up their easy back and forth without at least a bit of a fight.

 

[Mignonette]

Emma let out a sigh of utmost relief at his words and relaxed her rigid sitting position ever so slightly. She still looked elegant, but without the stiff demeanor that was expected of english ladies.

"I am truly glad that you find it so.", she said, the same relief also showing in her voice. "While I am in no position to criticize proper english etiquette, I find it so unnecessary between kin and true friends. Do you not agree?", she asked.
Acting like a lady during social gatherings and balls went without saying, but having to uphold such manners in front of her family seemed ridiculous to her.

"And I am most enchanted that you find my company entertaining. I too am enjoying myself. Though I do have to admit that I have yet to manage to make you lose your countenance.", she continued with a smile. "For you see, Colonel, many men have looked deeply uncomfortable at some of the things I say, yet you have up kept a most admirable poker face at all times. It makes me wonder, does your military training allow for such self control or are you truly not shocked by my words?"

It wasnt that she had tried to deliberately provoke him, but she had been rather amazed by how he had kept in control at all times. While she had seen his thoughts wander here and there, she had never seen a true sign of utter shock she had witnessed so many times before.

She placed down her cards as she won yet another round.
"I feel like Im having a very lucky day... Perhaps we should consider wages after all? As a young lady of standing I have no other source of income than my father and one day perhaps my husband, so gaining a few coins through fair means would be rather welcomed."
She took the cards and began to shuffle them expertly herself, showing yet another skill she had picked up during her travels.
"Unless of course we wish to play for more innocent rewards?", she suggested. Money was serious business after all and she didnt want to ruin the light mood.

 

[havinfun50]

Her sigh of relief and visible relaxation at his words made his emotions swell. He had not realized how much he was hoping that she would accept his words as they were meant, until she sighed.

“Yes. Though in the past, I fear I might not have always felt that way. Lately, however, I find the whole need for being proper all the time quite tiring. Perhaps it’s the pressures and stress the household has been under these past years, but I find myself tonight thinking that I truly miss just enjoying good company as well as playful exchanges.”

Taking another sip of his Brandy, he tried to relax himself a bit as well, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the light fuzz the Brandy evoked on his thoughts.

"And I am most enchanted that you find my company entertaining. I too am enjoying myself. Though I do have to admit that I have yet to manage to make you lose your countenance. For you see, Colonel, many men have looked deeply uncomfortable at some of the things I say, yet you have up kept a most admirable poker face at all times. It makes me wonder, does your military training allow for such self control or are you truly not shocked by my words?"

He cocked his head while looking at her, considering her words for a moment. Initially relieved that she had not noticed her impact upon him, he did, however, notice several tendrils of blond hair that had escaped her bun shimmering in the light of the room. He also noticed her brown eyes, again, sparkling in that mischievous way she had; almost as if she were daring him to be shocked. Further, he considered her cleavage, so familiar, yet also so forbidden, as his mind once again pictured her in harem garb as she sat across from him.

He worked to put an amused look on his face before leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner. “Rest assured Emma, your tales have indeed made an impact,” smiling and giving her a playful wink as well, “but you will have to try a bit harder if you’re trying to break my countenance. Afterall, I’ve given orders amidst the chaos and devastation of cannon fire, one can hardly expect me to break at the telling of a bawdy tale.”

As Emma handily won yet another round, he dutifully marked the score card and saw he was hopelessly defeated for the evening.

"I feel like Im having a very lucky day... Perhaps we should consider wages after all? As a young lady of standing I have no other source of income than my father and one day perhaps my husband, so gaining a few coins through fair means would be rather welcomed."

Watching her shuffle like a Mahjong dealer from the Far East, he was impressed, but also a bit suspicious now that she’d mentioned playing for wages.

"Unless of course we wish to play for more innocent rewards?"

He smiled and looked her directly in the eye, taking a small sip of the Brandy for courage before replying. “How’s this for a wager… If I win, you tell me your most outlandish tale from your travels, and If you win, I’ll tell you mine.”

 

[Mignonette]

For a moment Emma seemed to consider his words, but eventually she nodded enthusiastically. "A story for a story then? I do like it. Soldiers never reveal the full truth about their times in the field to us ladies. I would be most curious to discover some hidden truths."

She spoke as if she was already sure she would win. Considering her past winning streak however, such confidence was almost justified.
To Emma's dismay however, fortuna seemed to have abandoned her all of a sudden, leaving her with rather poor cards from beginning to end.
Resigning herself to the fact that this game was lost, she reached for her glass of brandy and took a few sips, trying to find a story that would be interesting for him.

A mischevious smile spread over her lips as she found just the one. He seemed most enchanged when she had spoken of her time at the Raja's palace, where she was a frequent visitor in the royal harem to converse with the women there. But it was also the place where she had had her most exotic experiences.

She watched as Charles leaned back in his chair, brandy in hand, as he expected her to start her story.
"As I have already revealed to you, I have once had the privilege to try the harem garments worn by the ladies in India, but the story had not finished there. I had asked Bhatu, the Raja's main wife to teach me a little about their culture and the first things he had done was to bring me clothes. They were beautiful green silk, feeling cool and smooth against my skin in the heat and covered in golden threads and gems. There were also bracelets covering my entire wrists, which tingled with the sweetest sounds when I moved my arms. They outlined my eyes with khol and tinted my lips red with a mixture I have never seen before..."

She trailed off for a moment as she remembered looking upon her reflection for the first time once Bhatu's servant girls had finished with her. Emma had scarcely recognized herself! The top of the garment barely covered her breasts, leaving her taunt stomach exposed, before a billowing skirt, ever so slightly sheer covered her legs. The maids had let down her hair, allowing it to cascade down to her mid-back in dirtly blond waves. Covered from head to toe in golden jewellery brought from Bhatu's personal collection, she had looked every bit a princess.
Realizing that perhaps she had been lost in memories too long, Emma continued her tale:
"The change of clothes was only the beginning however. They wanted to teach me their dances. Oh, I have never thought I would dare to try them! I watched some of the harem girls do the steps and I was a little shocked. No lady should move her hips so provocatively and twist her body into the most scandalous ways, but...and perhaps I should be ashamed to admit, it was fun. I was not as graceful and confident as the other girls of course, but it was a most liberating experience."
She had began to turn and twist and swing her hips to the rhythm of the drums and flute and it had given her a sense of freedom she had not experienced before.

"Alas, I didnt realize that one of the Raja's sons had come to the harem to visit his mother. No man should have caught me in the state of undress I was in and certainly not in such a dance, but I noticed him watching most fascinated. Whatever modesty I had left swelled inside of me and I fled the scene like a scared doe flees a hunting party."

She stopped her tale there, smiling at her brother in law. "There, was this tale to your satisfaction, Charles? Was it outlandish enough for your tastes?", she asked with a small laugh, before raising the glass to her lips again to take sip of her brandy.

 

[havinfun50]

The wager was on. Emma seemed confident in her victory, already hinting that she would like to hear some ‘real’ tales from the battlefield. Though he could understand the fascination, certainly anyone with any real experience in battle would tell you those are tales best left untold. However, playing her words back in his head as she dealt the cards, he realized what she had actually said was “...Soldiers never reveal the full truth about their times in the field to us ladies. I would be most curious to discover some hidden truths."

Could she be hinting about some of the more nefarious and libidinous tales that followed the troops? Possibly… he briefly considered which tale to tell. There was the Corporal who had engaged a camp follower, only to discover, mid coitus, that payment was expected for the services being rendered. The misguided soldier bursting into the Duty Officers tent with his pants around his ankles demanding her arrest for misrepresentation! Or, the tale of the Sentries who happened upon an ‘enemy encampment’ during patrol, returning with reinforcements to capture the enemy scouts. Their raid ruined by the discovery of a group of Officers who had set up a ‘Remote HQ’ for some of their more… adventurous evening ‘missions.’ As Commander, he was obliged to hear and pass judgement upon all such carnal events as well as actual infractions of the Military Code. Ribald tales from the field were not something he would be in short supply of anytime soon.

As the cards turned, the Colonel watched his hand go from middling to good, he smiled inwardly. Fortune in cards, he knew from many years of play, was at best a fickle mistress. The previous rounds were never an indication of the next. It appeared that chance was smiling upon him when it mattered most. He was very interested in what tale Emma would consider to be her most ‘outlandish.’ She had already shared the story of her time in the Harem. For most English ladies, this would be beyond the extreme, however for Emma, he thought it might just be the tip of the iceberg.

They played in silence for most of the round. Ema’s normally joyful expression from the previous rounds fading slightly as the cards played themselves out. Discarding and drawing, bidding and challenging as appropriate, his good hand was slowly emerging into a great hand. A final draw of a Queen cinched the round in his mind as he called “Ah Ha!, I believe I have you at last!” Laying down a near perfect hand, he smiled. “I believe that is points, set and game!” Gently chuckling at the furrow that briefly appeared in her brow as she read his cards.

Leaning back in his chair, he lifted his Brandy and gestured for her to tell her tale and make good on their wager. He was surprised she started retelling the story of the Harem, however it was quickly revealed that trying on the diafionious garb was only a prelude to a bigger adventure. Her detailed description of the garments and jewels that adorned her body painted a vivid picture in the Colonel’s mind.

Her brown eyes highlighted by the khol, her newly ruby’d lips contrasting against her pale English complexation, her blond hair cascading across her shoulders and down her barely concealed back all coalescing in his mind upon the image of a body he remembered intimately. He could hear the tinkling of her bracelets as she moved, imagine the sway of the soft sheer fabric as she walked. They both fell quiet for a moment as each conjured the pleasant image in their own minds eye before she continued.

"The change of clothes was only the beginning however. They wanted to teach me their dances. Oh, I have never thought I would dare to try them! I watched some of the harem girls do the steps and I was a little shocked. No lady should move her hips so provocatively and twist her body into the most scandalous ways, but...and perhaps I should be ashamed to admit, it was fun. I was not as graceful and confident as the other girls of course, but it was a most liberating experience."

Though he had not been to the Subcontinent, he had seen the Gypsy shows that traveled around the Continent looking for lonely men whose funds could be easily parted from their purses. Imagining her hips moving and swaying in such a fashion made a deep impact upon him. He found that he needed to adjust his position in his chair accordingly as she continued detailing her embarrassment at being spied by the Raja’s son.

My god, what a woman! To live life in such a way, and yet be able to affect the manners and proper demeanor a Lady of Society needed, was something out of his experience. Why could her Sister not have possessed such passion? Surely if their there had been more Emma in Bess, the situation as it stood now would never have come to pass.

"There, was this tale to your satisfaction, Charles? Was it outlandish enough for your tastes?”

Breaking his countenance completely, he smiled a broad grin, laughed out loud and slapped his hand upon his thigh in merriment. Picturing her hightailing it out of the room, her hands and arms trying to conceal as much as possible from the intruding son had truly tickled his humor, among other things, and he found he could no longer maintain a facade with his dear Sister in Law.

“Indeed Emma, indeed.” Taking a moment to catch his breath, “Though at first I feared you would cheat me with a tale already told. I realise now that your depth of adventure is deeper than one might imagine. I fear there may be even more to this tale than you have told so far, but I will allow you to save it for another wager, should the opportunity arise.” Wiping a small tear from his cheek, he realized he could not remember laughing so hard as to weep in recent memory.

 

[Mignonette]

His reaction to her tale was everything Emma had hoped for. What he was showing her was genuine delight and she could not help but join him in his laughter. She found liking the strong sound and preferred it over the trained chuckles so many gentlemen usually showed.
When he mentioned that the tale probably contained much more, she smiled almost a little ruefully.
"You expect a hidden romance between an english lady and a prince of an exotic land?", she asked him, almost sweetly. "While this would be an adventure indeed, I will have to disappoint your imagination."
Emma was shocked that she almost sounded sad about it herself. After that rather embarrassing meeting, she had met Khamal several more times during feasts and audiences, but they had never been able to exchange more than glances.

Although her part of the wager was already over, Emma decided to satisfy the Colonel's curiosity.
"We never received the chance to even speak properly. I have seen him lurking around the harem a few more times, but either of us was always whisked away before we could be introduced. While the Raja likes my father and respects him as a gentlemen, I dont think he would approve of his son fancying an english lady."
She had found India to be open to many of the english customs and goods, while on the other hand still rejecting much of it, sticking faithfully to their ancient traditions and culture.
Emma took a sip of brandy and then looked at Charles again, repeating once again: "So you see no illicit affair started from this one meeting. However, the day I left to come here, I found a gift from him on my bed. It was the very same garments I had worn when he had first seen me dance, including the precious jewels. I know I should not have kept such a scandalous and immensely valuable gift, but I could not leave it behind."
So she still owned the exotic garb, safely stored away in one of the many trunks she had brought all the way from India.

She laughed a little as she decided to end the story on a more mischevious note. She had seen him shift almost uncomfortably in his chair and could not help but tease a little. Of course she knew she shouldnt. This was her brother in law, husband of her beloved sister, but Emma saw no harm in just words.
"Besides, I have found the men in India to be very respectful of the women living in the harem, treating them like proper princesses. The men at the russian court however are all rakes, I tell you. Most improper, indeed!"
It was as if she was about to start another story, but she did not. Instead she left the promise of a more indelicate story hanging in the air.
"Another round of cards then, Charles? Or would you prefer to retire.", she asked, putting her arms on the table and leaning slightly forward, once again giving him an unconscious glimpse of her two globes.

 

[havinfun50]

Still reveling in his good humor, the Colonel, smiled as she revealed that there was nothing more to be told between her and the Raja’s son. He understood her thoughts about the Raja not condoning a friendship, let alone anything else, between his son and any foreign woman. Children were powerful tools for the aristocracy the world over. They were used to broker peace, bargain for power or to consolidate interests. They were not allowed to squander their value by taking up with commoners from any land.

He emptied the last of his snifter as she continued.

"So you see no illicit affair started from this one meeting. However, the day I left to come here, I found a gift from him on my bed. It was the very same garments I had worn when he had first seen me dance, including the precious jewels. I know I should not have kept such a scandalous and immensely valuable gift, but I could not leave it behind."

He almost spit the smooth smoky brandy across the room. The garment was here! Here in his very house!? It was one thing to imagine her garbed in such a fashion half a world away. It was quite another to know that the same garment was here, mere rooms away. The thought that she could adorn it again flooded his imagination. She wouldn’t though. He knew in his heart that he would never be as lucky as the Raja’s son and see her atired so provocatively. However even a glimpse would be worth whatever embarrassment or scolding he might endure. “No… I could see where such a rare and valuable keepsake would be hard to resist.”

"Besides, I have found the men in India to be very respectful of the women living in the harem, treating them like proper princesses. The men at the russian court however are all rakes, I tell you. Most improper, indeed!"

Of that he had no doubt. He was familiar with a number of Russian Military commanders, he doubted their court differed much. Though an affable lot, they were often drunk as well as quite loud and misbehaved, especially with the serving girls and staff at the receptions they had attended.

"Another round of cards then, Charles? Or would you prefer to retire."

“I think another round of cards, brandy and conversation would be in order. It would be most inhospitable of me to retire early on your first evening here.” Casting his eyes to his empty glass, “and… if I’m to be frank, I’m quite enjoying your company, and am reluctant for it to end.”

 

[Mignonette]

Emma saw his expression change when she told him of the garments. The obvious surprise, as well as interest, was hard to miss, no matter how much he tried to hide it. Had she been a more devious woman, she would have teased him with it directly, but instead she just let it go and continued the conversation as if she hadnt noticed anything at all.

He agreed to another round of cards and assured her that he was not ready for them to part company for the night. A sentiment, which she returned wholeheartedly. When she had first met Charles before the wedding, she hadnt thought much of him. He was a stoic military man in her eyes, if charming around Bess. She had never engaged in many conversations with him however and thus knew very little about the man who was now her brother in law.
This evening, she had learned more about him than during all these years that he had been part of her family. And Emma had to admit, that she was pleasantly surprised by Charles and finally understood why Bess had fallen head over heels in love with him. At the same time, it also made it incredibly hard to grasp, how her sister could suddenly develop such a distaste for this man.

Emma shuffled closer to the table again as she watched Charles shuffle the deck for another round.
"You only agreed to another round, because you feel you can win another wager.", she accused him, though it was not said in a malicious way. Instead, she was teasing him again and chuckled. "I cannot blame you however. If fortuna was smiling on me, I would also continue the game.", she admitted, finishing her brandy as well and setting the glass aside to leave more room for the cards.
"Same wager as before, or do you wish to become more daring now that the cards seem to favour you?", she asked, staring directly at him. "I would not mind to increase the rewards. If I win... I want your military jacket. I have always been fascinated by uniforms and it would be a true honor to own one myself."
It was asking for a lot, she knew, for the garment was probably his pride and honor, but Emma decided to be bold and try her luck.
She also wondered what he would ask in return. Or if he would not agree to her proposal at all and insist on sticking with trading stories for the night.

 

[havinfun50]

Shuffling the deck with a quick efficiency born from many late night games, though with not nearly the flourish Emma had shown previously, the Colonel dealt the cards as she teased him for only playing further because he had won. True, there is a certain satisfaction in knowing you’ve just won a big game, but he truly did not want the evening to end yet. He found that though he’d never really known Emma well before, he was happy to get to know her better now.

As he finished shuffling and dealing, she finished her brandy as well.

"Same wager as before, or do you wish to become more daring now that the cards seem to favour you? I would not mind to increase the rewards. If I win... I want your military jacket. I have always been fascinated by uniforms and it would be a true honor to own one myself."

His face froze at her words. This was a major raise in the stakes. His formal Full Dress jacket was an essential part of any formal event he might attend. Without it he would be scandalised. His field jacket while important, would not be nearly as devastating to lose. Though it held many memories of various campaigns, he supposed he could wager it, but the reward for him must be equally high.

“My Field Jacket? I could not possibly wager my Dress Jacket, but as long as it’s in the family, I could risk it. But these are very high stakes you propose. Your risk would have to be commensurate.”

Leaving his cards unlooked at, he gathered both their snifters and proceeded to the cabinet for refills. “What could possibly be as valuable for you to wager?” Returning with both of their drinks, he sat back and looked at her closely. Her creamy cleavage catching his eye and his imagination. “Perhaps you’d show me your souvenir from the Raja’s son?”

 

[Mignonette]

Emma nodded when they decided on the details of their wager.
"Yes, your field jacket. I would never dream of separating a military man from his dress jacket.", she said quickly. Besides, she had wanted the piece of clothing that came from a life of adventure, risk and danger over the jacket that had seen nothing but fancy balls and gatherings.

When he suggested his win, Emma could not fight the smile that spread over her lips. "My stories have affected you more than you have let on, Charles.", she pointed out casually, cocking her pretty head at him. Of course he wanted to see her in such clothes. Most men probably would, but Charles would be given a chance.
"Here is what I propose.", she started, leaning over the table as if she was about to exchange some secret information with him.

"On my way here I have gathered that there is to be a parade and festival in the village in three days. Give all servants half the day off to attend it and in their absence, I shall dress for you in the concubine garb. Is that a deal worth considering?" She would not dare run around the mansion in such attire with servants running around everywhere. If she was to manage the house during Bess' leave, she needed the staff to respect her, which would never happen if they saw their lady's sister frolic around in scandalous clothes.
At the same time she knew that three days were also a long time to wait, though she was sure that her dear brother in law could muster enough patience... if he won.

They started playing again and Emma was pleased to see that her luck had improved. The game stretched for a long time, but in the end Emma was certain that she had a winning hand. She presented her cards to him with a victorious smile and sparkle in her eyes. When he laid open his hand however, said smile vanished for a second. She could not believe it. She had been certain of winning, yet he had outmatched here by a mere two points.
"Fortuna really has been seduced to your side for the night.", Emma admitted defeat with a sigh, but then focused her light brown eyes back on him.
"But I am not a sore loser and I am a woman of my word. In three days, I will present myself as an indian harem girl to you for dinner. As long as this will remain our little secret of course."

The next days passed rather pleasantly. Emma and Charles spent a great deal of time together, whenever they were not attending their duties. They rode out on horseback, where Emma proved that she was quite an accomplished rider, not fearing a daring race through the fields at all. They also spent their evenings drinking brandy and exchanging stories. Emma managed to coax some of the more indecent stories about military life out of him, laughing in delight when he shared some secrets with her about how the men under his command would misbehave.
They were having a great time and even the servants could sense the change of atmosphere in the house. The manor was once again filled with laughter and Emma proved to be a nice lady, who would even stop to converse with them rather than just bark orders. While it was horrible to admit, Bess' presence was not sorely missed.

Finally the day of the festival arrived and close to the afternoon the staff began to leave. They were a little nervous about leaving the manor entirely unstaffed, but Emma assured them that it would all be fine. She also lied that the Colonel would be visiting a friend of his in the evening and that there was really no need for them to miss out on the festivities. It had all been a carefully constructed plan to arouse as little suspicions as possible and suddenly Emma felt very naughty indeed. As if she was about to do forbidden things with her brother in law. Well, technically she was, she had to admit to herself. In society's eyes, she was being most improper, while to her, it was all just good natured fun.

Once the last servant had left, explaining to her that dinner had been set out for her already, Emma did not go to the dining hall to enjoy her meal, but rather made her way to her room, where she took out her hidden treasure from one of her trunks and changed her clothes.
Once ready, she stared at her reflection with a smile. She looked stunning, despite the lack of khol and red taint on her lips. She turned, and her bangles tinkled enchantingly at the movement, as her open hair moved almost as smoothly as the thin fabric of her almost sheer skirt.
Satisfied, she began to descend down the stairs, her feet bare against the cool floor and her body perfectly on display. She wasnt sure whether Charles was there yet, for he had ridden out to take care of some business, but she was eager to see his expression upon setting his eyes on her.

 

[havinfun50]

To say that he was excited by her acceptance of his suggested wager would be a considerable understatement. He’d thought perhaps he’d gone too far, and that she would demure from risking what would be a completely inappropriate display. However the twinkle in her eye suggested that she was not only not scandalised by his suggestion, she indeed welcomed it.

"My stories have affected you more than you have let on, Charles. Here is what I propose.”

Leaning in as if to share an intimate secret, her bodice again gaped, exposing much more of her than it should have, but this time he could not help but gaze upon her and drink in the curve of her breasts in a new light. Such was the distraction of his view, her proposal sounded as if it were a long way off in another room.

"On my way here I have gathered that there is to be a parade and festival in the village in three days. Give all servants half the day off to attend it and in their absence, I shall dress for you in the concubine garb. Is that a deal worth considering?"

After a moment to allow her words to register with his brain, he looked up at her and captured her dazzling green eyes with his. “Indeed, it sounds like an excellent deal, and if I didn’t know better, I might suspect you’d planned the festival just to suit your needs.” Smiling broadly at her he picked up his cards to take a first look at what chance had dealt him.

The game went on for quite a while and though he felt his hand was strong, he knew it was going to be close. The way she played was similar to earlier in the evening when she had so thoroughly trounced him. Her smile played delightfully across her lips as she finally laid out her cards in what she assumed to be victory. He held his hand for a moment, realizing he’d won the wager, and slowly coming to terms with its implications, he laid down his cards.

"Fortuna really has been seduced to your side for the night. But I am not a sore loser and I am a woman of my word. In three days, I will present myself as an indian harem girl to you for dinner. As long as this will remain our little secret of course."

“Of course. Our little secret”

The next three days passed with Emma and the Colonel getting to know one another better. Whenever he was not engaged in town or in some matter regarding the Manor, he would seek her out. He was happy to show her the grounds and walk through the gardens together. They shared their meals and even went on a long horseback ride together. Her confidence in the saddle led to a spirited race through the fields and her exuberant smile at the finish melted his heart.

Their evenings were spent laughing and talking over brandy. He finally relinquished under her steady barrage of questions about his time in the Guards, and told her some of the more amusing anecdotes of life in the Military. They played more cards, however wagers were not brought up, and neither mentioned that the day of the festival was quickly drawing upon them.

He could not help but notice how everyone and everything at the Manor seemed to work better. The staff seemed to go about their tasks with a new purpose, projects around the property started getting completed without complication, and even his dealings in the Village seemed to go smoother. He thought it might have something to do with the unexpected half holiday he had bestowed upon them, but he suspected there were other reasons as well. If pressed on the matter he had to admit that his wife’s absence was scarcely noticed, and Emma’s adoption of the role of Lady of the Manor seamless and welcomed. He sighed, thinking back on the last few years and wondered how different life might have been had Emma been his wife instead of Bess.

On the day of the Festival he needed to go to the Village and discuss his accounts with some of the tradesmen. He knew if he waited too long in the day they would all be shuttered for the festivities, plus it gave him a chance to get out of the house for a bit. He knew that if he stayed, his excitement over the afternoons events would surely be noticed and commented upon by the staff. He did not want to give them any reason to come home early, and he even instructed his head man to give each member of the staff a few extra coins so that they could enjoy themselves without worry.

Returning to the Manor he entered through the back servants entrance like an errant schoolboy out after curfew. He checked to see that all was quiet and that in fact the staff had departed for the evening. Satisfied, he climbed the stairs the main floor and made his way to the Dining Hall.

Pausing at the closed door to the room, he put his hand upon the knob and took a deep breath as he slowly opened and entered the Hall. He half thought she might not show, half expected that reason would take hold and she would either not be there, or would be dressed normally. However all doubts were immediately erased as he caught a first glimpse of her standing near the table with her back to the door.

Her long blond hair hung richly from her shoulders, covering parts of her back that the dress did not. Her hips, unmistakably silhouetted by the closely draped silk, exotic in their newly exposed role. Her legs, barely concealed by the sheerness of the fabric, outlined in all their exquisite glory, her feet bare against the hard floor. Her arms, exposed but for the gold bangles adorning her wrists, and her skin exposed across the small of her back beautiful. His breath caught as he realised that he was having an immediate reaction to her ensemble, and he had not even seen the front yet!

As she slowly turned to greet him, He could not help but gasp. “Emma… you look… you… are… stunning.”

 

[Mignonette]

Emma was standing with her back to him, although this hadnt been planned at all. The large dining room had two doors and she had fully expected him to come through the other. Still, the effect of not seeing all of her instantly played to her advantage.
Hearing footsteps from behind, she froze at first, almost expecting a servant having returned after all. But just a second later she relaxed and turned.
Her skirt floated at the movement and her bangles jingled.
Where she looked stunning from the back, the front view was even more enchanting.

The golden necklace was pointing invitingly towards the valley of her breasts, displayed most advantageously thanks to the emerald silken blouse, trimmed with golden thread, which ended just below her breasts.
The intense color only made the alabaster color of her skin more delicate and her bared stomach looked soft and ready to be touched.
The skirt was set dangerously low on her hips, but it was tied tightly and adorned with a golden belt, which also tingled ever so slightly as she walked.
One of her hands was on the back of the chair, while the other was hanging gracefully at her side. She had considered placing it on her hip, but such a pose would have been too much.
Her smile, sensual and honest, seemed to intensify as she saw his expression. She had managed to stun a trained Colonel, she realized. A man who was trained to approach any situation with a clear head and pokerface was spellbound by her mere presence. It stroked her vanity and female pride more than he would ever know.

She took a few steps towards him and performed a traditional indian greeting, by placing her hands together and bowing a little. "Welcome, great Raja.", she spoke, her voice playful. "I am most honored that you decided to join me for a meal this evening." She was playing the role of a concubine, her eyes twinkling with delight and mischief.
The table was only set out for one, seeing as the servants had expected Emma to dine alone, but she didnt mind. If needed, she knew where the kitchen was to fetch some additional cutlery and plates.
"Will you not sit down?"
She had a hard time holding back a laugh, as she watched her brother in law still utterly enchanted by her.
"Shall I drop the act, dear Colonel? For it seems my appearance has shocked you to the bone.", she suddenly asked, unable to contain a chuckle at this point.

They took a seat together at the table, surveying the small meal that had been set out. There was bread and pieces of meat, as well as cooked vegetables. Nothing grand for sure, but Emma had a feeling that Charles' mind was not focused on the food anyways.
"Is this everything you had imagined?", she asked boldly, sitting in the chair across from him with a bright smile on her face. The golden embroidery and jewels shimmered with every movement she made, followed by the sweet tinkling sound of her bangles. Despite the light hair and skin, she looked every bit an exotic princess, ready and eager to please her husband and lord.

 

[havinfun50]

As she turned around, he stood transfixed by her beauty. Never in his wildest dreams did he believe such a vision could possibly appear in his own Dining Hall. The front of her costume was far more enticing than his initial view from the rear. The rich green top accentuated her English tone, the heavy gold necklace and delicate filigree trim drawing attention to her exposed cleavage. The soft tinkling of the gold that adorned her provided a sultry musical accompaniment to her movements, highlighted by the billowy fabric. Her midriff, exposed to an indecent level along the line of her sensuous hips, inviting more than a mere gaze.

So much of her on display, yet so much artfully concealed. He stood slack jawed as she took a few musical steps toward him, bowing slightly and greeting him as if he were royalty himself and she truly fulfilling her role as a concubine. Gracious and gorgeous, she guided him to a table for one. Was she set on feeding him as well? Was she not to join him for the evening meal? His mind whirled in fantasy. Would she feed him from her fingers as he had heard tell on so many occasions during late evenings with other Officers? Would she kneel beside him as he ate, ready to obey his every wish and desire? So many unexpected images whirling through his mind he almost missed her ask;

"Shall I drop the act, dear Colonel? For it seems my appearance has shocked you to the bone."

“No… no… please,” his voice rough with emotion, “as you wish... as you wish. You’ve just… I mean… I’m just caught a bit off guard is all. It’s all right. I’ll be fine in a moment.”

She took her customary seat across from his and sat lightly upon the cushion. He could hear the fine silk swish as she moved. Delicate exposures of different areas of her body making all too brief appearances before the folds concealed them once more.

"Is this everything you had imagined?"

Her smile radiated confidence and her eyes twinkled in devilry. Was she serious? How could he possibly answer without forever being condemned in her eyes as a lecherous fool? However, thinking back over the easy camaraderie, even the burgeoning fondness they had shared while in each others company, he realized that Emma Stanton was not a woman who played against her own grain. There was only one logical reason she was here in this garb, playing the role of concubine to his as Raj, teasing him with flirtatious designs. One reason that did not go against her grain; she wished to do it.

With the sudden understanding that the woman before him was not there out of duty or propriety, or even honor to her word, she was there because she wanted to be, and for no other reason. He settled in his chair, confidence returning to his mind, the initial shock of her beauty now wearing off. He knew he could engage her on her terms without fear. Giving breath to his true thoughts and feelings would not diminish him in her eyes. Rather, quite the opposite was likely. Emboldened, he looked her directly in the eye and replied.

“No… it is not dear Emma.” Pausing as he gathered the courage to push on, “It is so much more than I imagined. So very much more.” Allowing a twinkle to enter his eye, a hint of a smile to grace his lips. “You have been so very much more than I could have ever imagined.” Taking her hand in his and rising to stand next to her, “So no Emma, it’s not everything I had imagined… you have shown me how small my imagination had become.” Leaning down he pressed his lips against hers, allowing himself to be swept up in his desires, if only for the moment, and letting his heart lead him where he knew he wanted to be.

 

[Mignonette]

He was stumbling over his own words, unable to take his eyes off her, even if he wanted to. Emma was both amused and surprised by how much the Colonel was fighting for composure in her presence right then. All of it only added to her confidence however, making her sit up straighter and more graceful in his presence. When the Raja's son had come upon her in this garb, she had fled the scene instantly. Now in front of Charles, she was parading the clothes proudly, fully aware of her feminine beauty and charm.

As she sat across from her brother in law, studying his features, she noticed the subtle changes in his expression. Confusion and hesitation began to give way to something more confident and determined. The spark in his eye was almost dangerous, or at least Emma had been warned about gentlemen who looked upon her like this, but she didnt mind. He desired her, she realized, reading his expression correctly and while she knew she should end this game at this point, she could not. Truth was, she didnt want to as she felt a sudden heat rise within her. Just a little further, she thought, her daring and adventurous side taking control. She would just continue this game a little longer to see how far this could go.

The answer to her question brought her back to reality for a moment, making her blink at the Colonel. This was not what he had expected?! Just a moment later he amended his words however, drawing an inaudible sigh of relief from her. And then she saw it again, the lust and longing in his eyes as he stood from his chair and walked over to her place.
Emma followed him intently with her eyes, fully aware of every step he was taking. Now was the time to stop the game, a part of her mind screamed, but another still wanted to see what he would do.
He stood before her now, their eye contact intense and then she saw him lean towards her. Now, now was most certainly the time to put an end....
But she never finished the thought as his lips pressed against hers. There was no hesitation in the gesture and the way his lips moved made Emma shiver pleasantly. There was no doubt that her brother in law was a superb kisser and the last resolve to pull away and stop this melted away from Emma. Instead, she began kissing him back.

Passion was getting the best of them and when Emma felt his tongue against her lips, she did not hesitate to open her mouth to grant him entrance.
There was desire and urgency in his kiss as he tasted her and the young woman reveled in the need he seemed to be showing for her.
To make the position more comfortable for both, she rose from her chair, never once breaking contact with him, now standing close to his body as their mouths kept exploring each other.
Subconsciously, Emma's hands went to rest on his shoulders, giving her more support in her position. She could also feel his hand on her lover back, his fingers caressing over her bare skin and sending shivers down her body.
The game had gone too far, she knew. She was kissing her sister's husband! And what was worse, she was loving it and didnt want to push him away.

Eventually they did have to pull away to breathe, but Emma did not step away from him, her hands remaining on his shoulders as she looked up at Charles, her cheeks flushed and her eyes reflecting how much this kiss had aroused her.
She expected him to be the one to pull away, to remind her that this was foolish for he was married to Bess, but none of them spoke up.
Instead, their faces gravitated towards each other again, as they met in another kiss, giving each other the silent agreement that this was what both of them wanted. The second kiss was as urgent and passionate as the first and Emma could feel that Charles had not received such attentions from a woman in while now. His skill as a kisser made the young woman seriously wonder thought how her sister could deny herself such pleasure.
His hands on her hips suddenly drew her closer to him, her chest pressing against his and their hips meeting. Their bodies began to rub against each other, even if only subtly so, but it was a clear proof of the desire both were feeling.