Same Time, Next Century (closed)

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Lady Amelia cried. "I do not wish to wed that man, Laurel." Laurel was Lady Amelia's lady-in-waiting. And despite their use of titles, Laurel was the older one, fifteen years older than Amelia.

"Don't cry," said Laurel. "I'm here."

"But you won't be here," said Lady Amelia. Tears ran down her cheeks. "When I wed, they'll take everything away from me. I know it."

"There, there," said Laurel. She didn't know what else to say. Laurel had looked over Lady Amelia like her own child, for eighteen years. The last two were especially wonderful and heartbreaking, as she felt herself longing for the young woman in a manner no person of her class should for one above her. And Laurel knew that, when Lady Amelia came of age to be married as a family alliance, that they would part, never to see each other again. Laurel brushed her fingers through Lady Amelia's hair. "You must wed that man for the good of the family."

"For the good of my mother!" Lady Amelia cried. "She never liked me and only thought of her power! Must I marry a man more than twice my age? A man I never met?" She was sobbing now, her tears freely flowing onto Laurel's simple top. Lady Amelia looked up at Laurel and touched her face, her hands holding the woman she loved. "Kiss me. You must kiss me, Laurel."

They had kissed before, they had loved before. They needed to do so again. But it would be the last time their own lips would kiss.


OOC: A short guide to characters and honorifics:

Mother: Lady Dalrymple
Daughter: Lady Amelia
Nanny: Laurel

http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/honrific.html


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"Kiss me. You must kiss me, Laurel."

Laurel smiled sadly, her heart aching in her chest. Lady Amelia was so young and beautiful, and Laurel loved her dearly. Deeply, far more than she should. More than by class and age, their love was forbidden by sex. But neither could deny it.

It was never meant to last. Now, Lady Amelia would wed and join proper society. It would be better for her. Her husband was much older than her, even older than Laurel, but he was a kindly man, and wealthy.

"My Lady Amelia, my sweet little lady." Laurel brushed her tears away with one hand, Amelia's smooth skin warm to the touch. "No more tears, my heart." "We knew this day would come."

Laurel leaned down to kiss Amelia on the forehead, then knelt in front of her. She leaned up, pressing her lips to Amelia's, tasting her sweet, warm lips, the faint hint of salty tears on them. Barely parting she whispered, "Be happy for the love we've had, My Lady." "And for this one last night together."

 

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Laurel's words resonated within Amelia's breast. She cried, kissing Laurel with lips tight, to keep herself from sobbing. They sat next to each other in bed, but now there would do more. Amelia pulled Laurel on top of her, their lips and mouth now open, more fervently kissing each other. "Oh, Laurel..." Amelia said, in a soft wanting voice. She held Laurel tight, and could feel her breasts against hers through the fabric of their clothing. Amelia raised her knee between Laurel's legs, signaling her desire to feel Laurel press her body deeper. Amelia's desperation became a writhing of need. Her kisses became more demanding, as her wet lips hungrily devoured Laurel's mouth, and tongue sought warm flesh.


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How she would miss this! Her lady's sweet lips on hers, the firm softness of her young body pressed to her, breathing urgent, hands romaing and caressing. Laurel moaned softly into Amelia's mouth as the younger woman's knee ground into her most private of places. God! God forgive her for what she had done, and what she would do tonight. It was sin, but she could not refuse her love.

Laurel say up, straddling Amelia now. She smiled down at her lover, her hands reaching up and removing the pin that held her hair in it's prim bun. Raven locks fell down around her face, the contrast with her pale skin striking. Those same hands then went to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one until she pulled her blouse open, exposing her chest to the night air and to Amelia.

"Oh, my sweet," she breathed as Amelia's hands cradled her large breasts. She purred throatily as the younger woman squeezed and caressed her tits, then bit back a moan as Amelia took a nipple in his mouth, licking and nipping lightly at it.

 

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But a single tear streamed down Amelia's cheek as she pressed her lips against Laurel's. Regret was being replaced by lust, and Amelia knew what would enfold as Laurel straddled her wanting body. Laurel's hair cascaded down her body. It was a precious cherished moment, as Laurel could not reveal her beauty within the normal confines of the house. Amelia simply savored Laurel, as she unbuttoned herself and took off her top.

And Amelia could not resist. Laurel's bare bosom needed Amelia's hands, and she cupped and massaged those heavenly breasts. Warm fondling became heated passion, as Amelia's fingers pinched Laurel's nipples, and Amelia's hips began pulsing upwards. Amelia pulled Laurel down to suck on her delicious bosom, feeling her supple flesh become erect between her lips.

Amelia was frantically pulling up her skirt, to reveal her wettening underwear. She took Laurel's hand and placed it underneath, to feel the soft curls of her blossoming hair, moistened by the heat of her pussy. Amelia, too, was feeling Laurel, Laurel's sweet sex coating Amelia's fingers with the juices between her legs.

Amelia gave another moan, happily suffocated by the breasts of Laurel.


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Laurel let out a staggering moan as Amelia's fingers teased and touched her wet mound. Her lady love had such clever hands! "Oh, my Lady, My Amelia," she breathed, cradling the girl's head to her bosom.

Her hands took hold of Amelia's bloomers, yanking them down and off. She leaned the girl back to look at the glistening wetness of her pussy. Laurel's fingers ran up the slit, then spread her lips wide to reveal it's inner glory. Laurel leaned down to kiss Amelia feverishly, as she did so, her palm ground into the girl's clit, her middle finger tracing Amelia's entrance before slipping inside.

 

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Amelia lifted her hips to allow Laurel to remove her underthings. She let go a devious little smile as she felt her clothing slip away. She looked down and blushed a bit, as Laurel looked at her exposed pussy. But as Laurel ran her fingers up and down her slit, Amelia leaned back, closing her eyes, and suppressing a shudder streaming down her body. "Oh, that feels good..." she murmured, her lips lubricated with the liquids from her heated core. She then felt Laurel's kiss, and gave a low moan. Her breath was a light gasp as Laurel entered her. Her hips gradually moved, undulating along with Laurel's fingers. "Don't stop..." she said, holding Laurel close to her. Amelia's lips pressed against Laurel's and they shared their tongues in a warm wet embrace. As Laurel was fucking Amelia with her fingers, Amelia's hand was cupping Laurel's breast, then pinching it, savoring Laurel's firmness and stiffness in her palm. She then grasped Laurel's hair, and guided her to her own wanting breasts. "Lick me... please... then eat me... I want to feel your tongue... your lips... all over my body. Make love to me, Laurel... make love to me..."


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