Stormswept Heights

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

Thank you Victoria. Tooooo many Windswept threads for Old and Venerable me I guess. *L
PP

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne & George

"Anne? Anne... wake up.... Anne?"

It was a delicious dream, and she did not want to wake from it. She could vaguely see a glint of sunlight reddening the lids of her eyes, and she recognized that she was sleeping.

"Anne? Gods sake, woman... do I have to fetch a bucket of water?"

Someone was shaking her shoulder gently, and them more firmly. She whined, and rolled over, snuggling down into a hard mattress. Hard? She was not in her bed...

"Love..."

The voice was by her ear now, close and warm. Forcing her eyes to open, she stared at a wooden wall across from her. George's Loft. All the events of the previous night had actually happened.

Oh God, I spent the entire night here...

Anne snapped completely awake as the realization hit her, and sitting up in bed, she turned quickly to George, the blankets tumbling down to her waist as the bite of frosty morning air hit her body. Realizing her nudity, Anne grasped the covers, and pulled them up over her form. George seemed to laugh at the pink tint to her cheeks. It was easy for him to do. He was fully clothed.

Blushing and smiling to him, she could not hide the nervousness behind her eyes. She hoped that her absence had gone unnoticed... she could deal with the Baron's wrath, but if he were to find out about George...

She shuddered at the thought, and he sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a hand over her own.

"Anne, I will not be about for a few days..."

She looked to him with question, but he silenced any words she might have said with a light kiss.

"Do you not remember the black colt that your father has had his eye on? It goes to Market tomorrow, and the trip up will take a day, both ways." He reached forward and touched her cheek, smiling.

Placing her hand over his, she turned her face inwards and kissed the center of his palm, muttering into it. "I'll miss you..." she said. It was all she could think of to say.

It seemed to be enough. Within a few minutes, George had departed, and Anne was alone.

She had to think of a way to get back into the Manor, unnoticed...

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

Marie blushed so deeply that it seemed to seep to her bones. She hadn't expected him to see through her motives so completely... but then again, she should have known that Wood was not your ordinary "man". The politics of the nobles made their minds flimsy and illusioned. They were susceptible to being duped and lead around.

She shivered as his finger boldly moved forward to touch not her own heated skin, but the tip of her chemise, and the single fact that he did so sent a shiver coursing through her body, setting her breaths to quickening. The solitary finger hinted at something that was to come, and it was the hint that excited her... for from Wood she had always expected a much harsher approach.

So there was some mystery to the man...

Marie filled up the washing tubs as Wood set out into the dining hall to retrieve the rest of the table settings. By the time he returned on his final trip from the table, she was already half done, her black hair falling out of its knot atop her head. With each push of the rag in the dirty dishwater, she soon fell into a comfortable rythym, and only thought of his finger on her chemise.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

In the doorway to the dining room, Wood met the new mistress, lara, looking for her brother. Wood took the moment to look over the lean, but curvy lass. She was quite lovely, all decked out in pale yellow, and from his height, Wood looked down into her blue eyes and over her small but well formed breasts. "Natasha went to find him before dinner," Marie answered the miss, " but neither she nor he returned" Somewhat flustered, the new daughter, left to renew her search.

Wood returned with his arms full of dishes to find Marie hard at work, her bare arms in the water, scrubbing, her hips making that same delightful motion they had made when she was making pies. Wood slid the dishes into the water and stepped behind her, arms on either side of her small body. He slid his hands into the water, his body almost but not quite touching hers, and began to help her wash a dish.. Scooping water in his hands, he moved them up her arms, releasing the water to flow down across them. They were a working girl's arms, well formed and lean, but soft to the touch and now slick with soapy water. Wood continued to slide his wet hands up and down her arms, inches away from the full breasts bobbing between them. He moved closer to touch her body with his and bent to kiss her white neck, brushing aside the black tendrils of her hair with his lips.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

Reining in before the door of Windswept I remove the saddlebags from behind my saddle and look around for a groom or stableboy. After all the clatter of Night Wind's hooves had to have been heard.

"BOY!! I shout.

"Where's the besotted stableboy or groom," I ask myself as I look toward the stables.

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

Frozen nearly stiff as Wood bent over her, Marie tried to focus her mind at the task on hand... but the dishes were so slippery, and his fingers kept brushing against her own. She kept dropping them back into the water, a fact which seemed to amuse him.

What was this game? His hands began to slowly move up her arms, dragging with it the warm, soapy water. It was as if every tiny hair on her arms was affected by his touch, and Marie felt as if there was a tingle of static electricity between their bodies. She had felt this specific feeling once before, when she had been courted by one of the stable boys, and he had leaned in to kiss her. Her skin had felt alive.

His body was against hers, and the sensation grew overwhelming. Wood kissed her neck, and a plate crashed to the floor, shattering. Marie was too flustered to care, she simply put her hands back down into the water, leaning over the tub, and trying to keep her knees (which suddenly felt very weak) from buckling.

 

[MissVictoria]

Hobbs, Stableboy

Hearing the Earl's call, one of the several stableboys came running toward the gates of the Manor. Casting an apologetic look to the man, the boy bowed his head and took the reigns.

"Pardon me sir," he apologized franticly, "Fer takin' me time in gettin' here..." He started toward the stable, then called over his shoulder.

"Would ya like me t' tell th' Baron that yer here?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

Seeing the boy was obviously cleaning stalls and not sleeping in the hay I told him as he was busy that was understandable. When he took Night Wind's reins and began to lead him to the stable I called after him saying, "Be sure he's given a good rub down boy and feed him well. It's been a long ride.
"Here boy this is for you," I said tossing him a coin. "I'll announce myself. You just tend to Night Wind for me."

Striding up the steps I lifted the large and ornate knocker and rapped it smartly three times then stood waiting to see who would answer the door.

As I watched the boy approaching the stable, I saw a girl's figure running from it toward the manor. 'Hmmm, I wonder what Ann was doing in the stable this early in the morning,' I think to myself.

 

[Conquestia]

Lara

Not finding my brother, I had retired for the night to read. After finishing the book, I had snuck into Ann's room and opened the window, i dropped a small rope ladder from the window, hoping she'd see it, just incase she decided to return tonight.

Returning to my room I slept the night away peacefully.


The next morning I awoke to the peircing sunlight. I rose and bathed, calling upon my dressmaid I dressed in a lavished mint green dress. I headed downstairs for breakfast. Glancing outside I noticed someone had arrived, but I did not recognize the man nor the horse.

After eating I stepped outside, sitting in a swing on the porch.

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

At length, I opened my eyes. I looked around, the banked fire lay low beside me and the Baroness was still asleep in my arms. I blinked and realized the light in my eyes was the sun.

"I can't believe we dozed off here in front of the fire." Slowly, into my consciousness seeped the reason I had awakened. Someone had rapped at the door. Visitors, at this early hour?

I nudged Serina awake. "Serina, there's a visitor at the door. Why don't you head up to our room and change for the day, while I go find out who is calling."

She nodded dumbly, not quite fully awake and understanding, yet, and headed off to the master bedroom, calling for a servant as she went.

I, myself, headed towards the door. I saw Pickering about to answer it, but I shooed him off to make sure Serina is taken care of. After one quick check in the large mirror to make sure I look at least halfway presentable, I peeked out to see who it is. At first, I could only see his back, but as he turned, I realized it my cousin, Thomas Blackwood. Suddenly, my memory returned. He was supposed to be arriving today bearing gifts.

I swung the portal wide. "Cousin Thomas, welcome, I hope your travels were well."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Edward, by God you look good man. Your marriage to your new bride seems to agree with you," I say as I quickly glance down your slightly rumpled clothes.

"Has everyone settled in nicely? All well on in the manor cousin?" I ask extending my hand and as it's taken and shaked clapping you on the other shoulder with a hearty grin.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Blakely

OOC- some of us are running late, it's still the first night, but Marie and Wood, Natasha and Clay still have some moonlight delights to complete. We'll catch up,lol, but some things just ought not to be hurried.

IC:

Wood leaned over Marie as she settled on her hands in the water. Once again he drew water up her arms, letting it flow over her, but let his hands linger on her upper arms before sliding them across her soft shoulders and down over her breasts. His fingertips brushed over her soft breasts, tracing their curve slowly and gently, before sliding into her blouse. His palms moved to the side and under, cupping them gently, his fingers sliding around her hard nipples. Kissing from the back of her neck around to the soft spot under her ear, Wood whispered, "Let me take you to your bed, sweet Marie" Her gasp and silent shudder as she began to breathe again spoke more loudly than any spoken assent. Wood removed his hands from her blouse, and taking her tiny hand in his large paw, pulled her away. Wood stooped to pick up the broken plate, "Tell Pickering I broke it," he smiled, " the fool thinks I'm ham-handed anyway."

Wood pulled Marie to the dining room, retrieved her jacket and place it on her, helping her arms through the sleeve and redoing the buttons for her before leading her to her quarters. She walked quietly, her hips brushing against his as they traveled the short distance. At her door, he turned her to him and, lacing his fingers in her black hair, brought her face to his for a deep kiss.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

OOC: SOrry guys.School is a bitch. I'll try and be better though.

IC: I couldn't believe it when I awaok from where I sat in the storeroom. I had been so awkwardly tired from tne events of the previos day I had dozed on the chair in the back. Quickly I rushed and washed in my quarters then back to the main hall where I knew there was a visitor arriving.

I arrived to find the barron at the door with pickering giving me a strange look. I watched as the barron and his cousin greeted each other.

"Sir I have prepared a room for our guest and it is ready when you are." I lowered my eyes then turned to glare at Pickering who had been grinning develish at me since I strolled through the hall.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

As Edward and I are exchanging greetings and pleasentries, I see Pickering hovering in the background and give him a smile. It's good to see the auld family retainer again. I can recall him from my childhood visits.

Still conversing with Edward we begin to walk across the foyer and are approached by a delightful looking maid. I enjoyed a good look as she spoke with Edward about my accomodations and began to wonder...

I also noted the little glare she shot in Pickerings direction and a glance revealed the devilish look on his face.

I wonder just what that indicates as I recall Father, when I was older, telling me what a 'rake' Pickering was with the unmarried maids and serving girls and occasionally some of married ones according to Father.

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

She didn't seem to have much choice in the matter. Wood brushed her along, tempting and teasing her every step of the way, so that by the time they had reached the door of her modest quarters, she could feel a slick warmth on her thighs.

His hands, his large calloused hands came into her hair, combing through it as he drew her in for a deep kiss, and Marie found herself responding in turn. Her lips parted, welcoming his, welcoming his tongue, and her breaths grew intense and heavy.

But what was she doing?

Eyes widening, she pushed him away, and he seemed suprised.

"I am sorry, sir, I just... I cant." she said, and with that, she slipped into her quarters, nearly slamming the door behind her.

Leaning back against the door from the inside, she was almost panting.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

Wood looked at the door for a moment, then smiled and rapped it softly with his knuckles. " No door in this huse could stop me, girl, if I wanted to go through it. It's not me that you're afraid of, it's the way of a man with a maid. You're a lovely lass and I can taste the hunger in your mouth, but I've never been a begger, girl, for no man nor woman. When you want to be woman, child, come knock on MY door." Wood turned to walk away. It was a strange night, but it always was when the mist was on the moors.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I walked towards the staircase to ready a few more things for Master Thomas in his room. On the way I made sure to pass Pickering.

"Was our little Natasha's sweet body lonely without the Barron next to her last night" I heard him wisper over to me tauntingly as I started to acend the stairs.

"Oh, you just hush. He is a married man now and I'm fine. I've been fine here all my life old man" I turned sharply with a huff and litened to the inselted man make his way down the hall.

Indeed I had missed the company but that was no concern of mine now.

"Master Thomas, you are in the main guest suite for the duration of your stay." I called back down the stairs. I looked and noticed a change in him since the last time he visited. I was much younger and have changed since then. Then just a young girl, and now a grown woman. He probably just remembered me as the silly poor young girl who played in the gardens with Miss Annabelle in our youth.

I meandered throught the hallway towards his suite straightening the linnens and making sure things were set out and ready for him. I poured the water in the wash basins and set out a few towels for him to refresh after his long journey before turning back towards the door to leave.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Edward let me wash off the dust and I'll join you in the library shortly. Okay old man?"

Naturally he agrees, being the fine host he is, and I excuse myself and follow the maid up the stairs.

I watch from the open door as she moves about the room. I haven't been here in several years, but she looks very familiar.

As I step into the room, closing the door behind me, she turns toward the door.

"You are very familiar to me, but I can't recall your name. Have you been here long girl," I ask as look up and down her body, lingering on her breasts and hips.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I turn quickly and startled as he enters the room.

"You are very familiar to me, but I can't recall your name. Have you been here long girl,"

"I have been here as long as I can remember, since I was a young child and my mother worked here as well. My name is Natasha. You may remember my mother Lilly though" I reply softly.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Lillie? Ahhh, yes I recall Lillie very well. She was a wonderful, umm, woman.
So you're the coltish little girl who was always playing with Anne and dashing about the grounds and gardens.
My gracious haven't you become a lovely young woman.
Turn around slowly for me. Let me get a good look at you now that you're allll grown up Natasha."

As I've been speaking I cross to the couch in the sitting room and take my ease, my eyes never leaving you.

 

[papillon24]

I blushed at his comment as I started to turn, suddenly stopping.

"I..I really should get back to the household" I turn to leave passing the couch he sat on. I felt his arm grab mine and I turned to face him. I cringed slightly at the pressure on my arm. "Sir, is there anything I might help you with?" Trying to keep my calm and politeness even at his gesture.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Of course there is. You can finish doing as I've asked you to do Natasha.
And then you can assist me in freshing up. I know I'd enjoy your assistance," I say as I again look you over, "and I know Edward, that is the Baron, won't mind since your assisting me, his cousin, now would he.
Now stand right there and do turn slowly for me as I requested Natasha."

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

Running with all her speed across the back grounds, Anne envisioned herself blurring like a streak of lightning as she ran toward the Manor. Along the way she saw something that nearly froze her in her tracks:

A new horse. A tall figure beside it. And the man had looked her way.

From the distance, Anne was not certain who it was, and she was in no position at the moment to find out. Running the rest of the way to the high stone wall near her bedroom, she glanced up, heart pounding. She saw a rope ladder.

She silently thanked whomever it was, not taking the time to care at the moment who knew where she was last night and was assisting her in not getting cought.

Scurrying up the ladder, it didn't take long for Anne to climb up to her room. Drawing the ladder in from the window, she closed the panes, and just stood there for a long moment, heart pounding, hoping that whomever had seen her run back to the manor half-dressed would think her one of the servant girls.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I look up into his eys as I sloly step back.

"Yes sir." I let my hans drop to the side and turn slowly.

"Is that better?" Looking straight back at him

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

Looking up into your eyes I smile and say, "Much better Natasha. Obedient servants are the best kind. Don't you agree?"

Standing again I take your arm and lead you into the bedroom area of the suite of rooms. You given my large saddle bags, which contain a change of clothing and toilet items like my razor.

"Put these where then belong and lay out the clean clothing for me Natasha. While you do that I'll wash off a bit.
When the carriage arrives with the rest of my things you can put them away for me and have a bath prepared."

As you move about putting things in the proper place, I strip to the waist and use the water in the bowl to wash off from the waist up.

You can see several scars on my chest and back and that, for a man of my age and station I'm in very good physical condition.

"Natasha, come here. Wash off my back for me. I can't reach it all."

The cloth is lying in the bowl of still steaming water.