100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge

Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:05 pm

Drabble wrote:: When this had stopped feeling wrong, when this had stopped feeling unnatural, she didn't know.

Why did the note of endearment she had intentionally refused to translate made her feel light and alive again, she equally couldn't say.

But as the Lord Clement pulled her close, sealing their lips with a thousand words unspoken, resistance was the last thing on her mind.

If brief companionship, a small sense of hidden comfort was all Azalea could offer the Frenchman, it was his.

The world was his to claim.

Her body was his to claim.

She was his to claim.

Tig!

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:14 pm

Jacques' hand moved up to cradle her head, drawing her closer to him in that moment, as they moved backwards towards the door.

Pressing the witch flat to the wood, Jacques had lifted Azalea, her legs deftly wrapping themselves around his hips, his tongue was already devouring hers as she'd let out a soft gasp at the movement.

Fingers losing themselves in her hair, Jacques pressed his body against hers, his other hand moving to her thigh to steady her in place. Jacques breathing was uneven.

No matter how many times they'd done this.

It filled his body with life.

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:22 pm

Drabble wrote:: Some of their meetings were fraught with conversations, others with convivial silences.

And others still were like this, where his raw need surpassed all barriers of courtesy snd foreplay.

And as guilty as Azalea felt afterwords, in the heat of the moment, her weary body relished it. Being pushed against the doorframe, his long fingers tangling in her wavy hair, his hand purposeful against her thigh, it brought back memories of what it felt like to live.

To truly be alive.

The witch let out a soft moan as his tongue probed deep, his manhood ready.

His need painfully clear.

Tig!

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:33 pm

The soft moan was the key, the hand from her hair disappearing between them. Fumbling for a moment, two, the Lord Clement would waste no time in binding them together.

His lips parting in only a murmuring of something uncouth, French, that depicted him as nothing more than a man and not the Lord he was depicted to be.

The kiss would linger.

Eyes meeting.

Reassurance, the man's eyes would show the need for a reassurance -- of what, he'd never been able to tell. But whatever Azalea's gaze held, it was what he'd always needed as he pressed forth again.

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:41 pm

Drabble wrote:: Brown on brown, how had she never noticed their eyes were an exact colour match until recent years? Perhaps because she had never allowed herself to fully see how he saw her.

How his gaze sought permissions his words never could, never needed to.

Her breathless gasp as he entered her was swallowed by his own lips, determine to devour every bit of her.

And as he moved inside her, Azalea's body harmonized in kind, pulling him in and moving with him.

Her undergarment a torn and forgotten memory on the floor.

Her slender frame shuddering with equal desire.

Tig

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:47 pm

Their hips moved in a unison he would never understand. Their bodies far too attuned for a couple not meant to be. But Jacques had never paid that mind, instead losing himself in the intoxication both real and imagined.

Losing himself in the one woman who understood.

The year would not be kind to him as they were to her, but Jacques found himself with a youthful exuberance in her company that he couldn't find with others. Explanation weren't necessary though, as he pressed himself inside Azalea with a vigour belying his years.

Soft moans peppering his lips and hers.

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 8:55 pm

Drabble wrote:: These were the moments she liked best.

The hot, hurried, heated moments that left no room for thought. The moments in which he wasn't the Lord Clement and she wasn't the grieving widow or the estranged mother.

They were simply Jacques and Azalea, two opposite poles of a magnet that attracted by their very base nature. And came together so decisively as if it was their last time, every single time.

It wasn't love for Azalea, that emotion was reserved for another, wether he drew breath or not.

But this, whatever it was, was getting very dangerously close.

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 9:00 pm

The crescendo came as it always did.

Much too soon.

Much too explosively.

But with a clarity of the mind Jacques had never been able to find anywhere else. No bottle could bring it. No spell could. No potion.

Only her.

As quickly as it came, between heated breaths, ragged and gasping for oxygen, it could escape him if he let it.

The man's head rested against Azalea's neck as he breathed her in. Not wanting to move, for he knew that would break the spell.

Not letting go, because he didn't know when he'd get this moment again.

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 9:07 pm

Drabble wrote:: Her body sang into his, moving to a beat rising higher and higher, until they both crashed like waves on a beach, with full force until they were still.

Receding into the complicated sands of reality.

Yet he remained where he was.

Not letting her go.

She could never tell him how much that meant to her. How it stripped all her years and layers away just to be held like that by someone again.

How she would keep up this arrangement for a hundred more years of he let her.

All to feel his spent breath on her skin.

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Subject: Re: 100 Word Tag Drabble Challenge Tue Jun 18, 2024 9:16 pm

"Tu m'as tellement manqué." Jacques whispered against her skin. French the refuge he sought for things he couldn't speak so freely, even in the respite of his own chambers.

When he'd slipped in to the habit he didn't know, but it felt like the best compromise he had.

Jacques would shift between her legs, his hands moving to steady Azalea as he stepped away from the door and instead towards the bed. His aged body wasn't what it once had been...

And yet it was all hers.

Laying Azalea down, Jacques laid with her, nuzzling her neck gently.

"Merci..."

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