Who: Lady Donna and Lord Dean (feat. Lord Alec) What: Dean comes home from a while ‘at work’ When: August 8 Where: Their house Rating: low
Donna had gotten used to the rumours that would fly around every time Dean left for work for long stretches. People seemed to think that the Baroness had been tricked into marriage, but Donna knew better - she loved Dean and she was certain he loved her back. She was the sort of woman secure in herself that she let the others blow hot air about themselves and remained happy herself. The only thing she would agree on was that the big house they had felt much more empty when it was just her. Thankfully their son Alec came to visit a bit more often than most other grown children which she was happy for.
Today Dean was due home and so she was in a bit of a tizzy as she walked around ordering the servants to have everything prepared. Is favourite foods would be ready, of course, and Donna had swapped her more modest dresses for the frocks Donna knew her husband much preferred - the sort that showed off her ample bosom quite nicely.
She was speaking with one of the maids when she heard the door. She gave a little jump of excitement before she got a hold of herself, smoothed out the skirt of her dress and headed for the foyer at a pace that wasn’t a run, but was hurried. When she appeared by the parlour doors and saw her husband, she clasped her hands together. “You’re home!”
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Dean had fallen in love with the wide open seas way before he had ever met Donna, which was unfortunate. He was aware of all the rumors that circulated in regards to his fidelity and the way he felt for Donna, but they were all wrong. Well, most of the rumors. Sure, he had a wandering eye and a penchant for busty females, and while he was more than happy to chat them up and keep their company, that was where it ended. Usually. Yes, he had his moments of weakness, where his need was so overwhelming that he couldn’t help himself. He was still a man with needs, afterall. Having their son with them did sometimes put a damper on things, but thankfully, he was distracted often enough by his female companion.
Each time he set sail there was always the possibility it would be the last time seeing Donna, so it was always a pleasure when he stepped through the doors of their home. There had been a skirmish just before leaving the port with their goods and Dean had been injured, his wound covered with a piece of cloth wrapped around his upper arm. “My love, how I have yearned for the warmth of your body.” He sang out to her with a smile, his arms open and outstretched as he walked towards her. “You look absolutely ravishing,” he remarked with a crooked grin, his gaze dropping to her chest. He closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
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Donna let out a soft series of giggles that was feminine though perhaps a bit more youthful than someone her age should indulge in. She couldn’t help it though. Dean had a way with words and the way he looked at her always made her feel like she was young again. And his kisses? Donna swooned under his kiss, thankful he was strong enough to steady her as her own arms wrapped around him too. How anyone could say no to this man, Donna had no clue.
Her face flushed when their lips finally parted, she didn’t move away from how close they were. She had missed him too. “I’ve missed you.” He always looked a bit more lively when he returned than when he stayed for a bit and felt the itch to leave. It was the best time, really. “You had a good journey, I trust?”
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He held her tight in his arms, one hand reaching up to run through her hair with a smile. “Yes, it was a great success.” Dean nodded in agreement, sometimes wondering how he could be so foolish as to walk away from all that he had. Then again, he greatly enjoyed the homecoming parties she threw for him. “You didn’t run into any problems while I was away, did you?” He picked up the glass of wine from the servant and swallowed about half, picking up a few of the delicacies prepared for him to pop into his mouth.
Despite his wife’s wealth, Dean wasn’t one to walk around ostentatiously, and much preferred the casual comforts of his clothes he wore at sea. Though he couldn’t always get away with dressing so casually, he did so as much as possible. Even if the mates made fun of him for it. “Oh! I almost forgot,” he finished off the wine and set the empty glass down on the tray, digging into his satchel for something. With a cheshire like smile, Dean presented his wife with a stunning ruby and diamond necklace. “What do you think, do you like it?” He moved behind her to place it around her neck and fastened the clasp before turning her to face the mirror so she could get a better look.
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“Not too much. One of the horses broke its leg.” So naturally it had to be put down and replaced, which she had done. Donna was weary of mentioning a run in with one of the gossips in town. Lois had a way about her. Donna was used to the usual rumours of how Dean only liked her because of her money or the women, but Lois had mentioned off-handedly this run in that Dean was a pirate. Donna explained very adamantly to the annoying woman that just because a man went to sea for his living did not make him a pirate.
The nerve of some people.
“I had meant to have a new dress for your arrival, but it’ll be here tomorrow instead.” This was the other ‘problem’ Donna decided to announce instead of the other. “And, of course, I missed you terribly. I often wonder why I have such a big bed until you remind me of its benefits.” Yes, that was Donna flirting while also speaking the truth.
She gasped suddenly as he revealed the necklace and her eyes widened. “It’s beautiful!” It was one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry she had ever seen. She turned and let him place it around her neck and when she saw the necklace on, she couldn’t help running her fingers over the stones. “It’s wondrous. You always find such remarkable things, Dean.”
Lois would be quite jealous of this too, she imagined.
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“That’s unfortunate about the horse. It wasn’t Pepper, I hope. Though, he is getting up there in age.” Dean noticed a slight hesitancy before his wife informed him that the dress she had ordered failed to arrive in a timely fashion. All concern quickly went out the window at the reminder of their shared bed, and a grin spread across Dean’s face. “You, my dear, look good enough to eat.” He growled against her ear, his hands moving to cup her breasts against the fabric of her dress.
In a display of masculinity he placed his arms around her and lifted her from the floor to carry her in his arms to their bedroom. “You don’t have to ask me twice to enjoy a roll in the hay with my gorgeous wife.” He carried her up the stairs and down the hall, ignoring the looks from the help as he did so. Dean pushed the door to their bedroom open and tossed her onto the bed. “How about I just cut those clothes of yours right off so we don’t have to wait another twenty minutes for you to undress?”
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She let out a happy Yelp when he picked her up - she was always amazed at his strength - and then giggled as she was tossed into the bed. She hoped they'd always be like this, able to have fun and not turn into old curmudgeons.
"I'll let you in on a little secret… I didn't put on my petticoat just for you." Which was scandalous, but she hadn't left the house today so was it really? She had only enough layers to make sure she looked good for her husband's arrival.
"Help me with the dress -" it was far too expensive a colour to destroy "- you can have your way with my other layers." Which were arguably less expensive.
Something that Dean had coaxed out of her through their marriage was how expressive Donna could get in bed. Or perhaps it was a testament to how good Dean was in bed. At the beginning she had been embarrassed and often sent her servants on errands, but now she had gotten used to it. The servants would just have to deal with it. The servants also knew that when they retreated to the bedroom on a day of Dean's return, that they should not be disturbed for quite some time.
This was probably why it was the new girl who walked in after it had sounded that they had finished thanks to Donna's particularly vocal expressions. However Donna had just climbed on top of her husband and was kissing him as an interlude for another round when the maid walked in.
"Ma-"
Donna let out a surprised cry and fell to one side of Dean, reaching hastily for the blankets to cover her up.
"... I'm sorry." The maid was red as a beat. "It's just - your son's arrived?"
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Dean grinned mischievously upon hearing that bit of information. "You naughty little minx." He buried his face in her bosom and then let out a groan of protest, though he would comply with her request. It was a beautiful dress, and it wouldn't hurt him to wait another minute. At least, he didn't think so.
He made sure to remove her dress carefully, and properly, setting it down over a nearby chair in the room. The other layers were not removed as delicately and were soon all over the floor in shreds, Dean having torn them from her body.
He wasn't sure if his wife was aware, but after their first few times in bed together, he had easily picked up on her hesitance to let anyone hear them. Which meant that he had only gone more wild, pleasing her in ways she never thought possible, always trying new things to get her to be even louder. She was cute when she blushed, and he may have been addicted to the way his name sounded, bouncing off the walls from her pleasurable cries.
He had seen the door open out of the corner of his eyes, but had hoped whoever it was would make a hasty retreat upon seeing they were in bed together. While his wife cried out in horror, he couldn't care less. Donna fell off to his side and he moved to sit up, not bothering to pull the covers up over his chest. The maid was attractive and part of him was tempted to invite her to join in, but he refrained for multiple reasons.
"I'm not really sure why you thought our son's arrival was so important that you had -" rather irritated with the interruption, Dean tossed the covers back and happily gave the maid an eyeful as he got out of the bed. "Next time, if you happen to see my wife on top of me, get the fuck out and tell whoever it is that we're busy." He growled angrily, grabbing his pants to pull them on.
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The maid had definitely not been ready to see Dean completely naked. She turned beet red and turned around while he yelled at her.
Donna took a moment underneath the covers while she heard Dean berating the new hire. She had been embarrassed, yes, and while Dean had definitely satisfied her in several ways, she was left still wanting more. Could one be addicted to ones husband?
“I’m sorry sir! He - He insisted I - “ The maid realized she should just stop talking. “Yes sir. Sorry sir!” The maid scurried away like her life depended on it, though mercifully closed the door.
Donna sat up from under the covers finally, taking in a breath of fresh air, then exhaled with a soft sigh. “Don’t be too cross with him.” She meant Dean with Alec. If she knew their son - and she did - it sounded as if he purposefully sent up the new girl for exactly this sort of reaction. He probably wanted to mostly prank the maid.
She slipped out of bed and went to the closet. She would pick out something less complicated to greet her son in. Something that wouldn’t require time or destruction to get out of again when she needed more time from her husband too.
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“Really? You want me to take it easy on him? When he knows good and well what happens when I return?” Dean huffed in annoyance, working furiously to button his shirt, though he had half a mind to march down the stairs in his birthday suit. He had interrupted their loving making time and she actually expected him to not to be too hard on him? Not that he would care much anyway. Their son was often a royal pain in the ass and Dean believed he should have been a little tougher on him growing up, but Donna babied him far too much. “Maybe I can get him to go away.”
Finished with buttoning his shirt, Dean moved to the door. “He probably just wants to be annoying, as usual.” He stated before walking out of the room and heading down the stairs to greet his son. “Alec, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company on this fine afternoon?” He greeted his son with a cheery disposition, arms outstretched, as if he couldn’t be happier to see him. “I’m sure you have much better things to be doing today. Don’t you, son?”
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“He simply has your sense of humour, my love.” This is what Donna thought, at least. Plus as their only child - despite all the trying they did - Donna had a habit of indulging him. She did admit that she was going to have to tell him that the days of which his father returns should at least be off limits as she was still very much in need of some ‘welcoming home’. She began to get dressed while Dean left to go see what Alec wanted.
Alec knew better than to hug his father and yet it would have looked bad had he done so, so despite feeling like it was a trap, Alec embraced his far-too-happy-to-see-him father. “Father! Sorry to intrude -” Well, not really. Alec thought it was amusing as fuck. “I came to check on mother like a good son. You know how lonely she can get.” Okay he was really here for something else, but it did have to do with his mother.
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All Dean wanted to do was wrap his hands around Alec’s throat and wring his neck for disturbing them in the middle of sex. He stiffened in the embrace, thrusting Alec back after a few seconds. “You know good and well that I was to return home today, and your mother wouldn’t be lonely.” He replied sternly, looking at his mini-me with a vicious glare. “Before you say that it must have just slipped your mind, you should be aware that you failed to seem surprised upon seeing me. Therefore, you can shovel your bullshit elsewhere, son.”
He often wondered if they had been blessed with a second child, if Alec would have been different. Less aggravating, perhaps, due to less doting on by his mother, given she would have had to spread her attention. “Your mother is just fine. Will that be all?”
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He spread out his arms as if to say ‘who me?’ or maybe to say ‘can you blame me?’ Either way, he was both admitting he had some blame, but also trying to not commit to it too much. “I also came to ask mother for an address of a friend of hers. Cassandra Dumont, to be exact.”
“And why do you need her address?” Donna appeared in a dress that was still flattering, but meant to be worn at home which meant less layers, though still with ample viewing for her husband. Her eyes suddenly lit up. “Are you going to ask to court Cassandra?” It’d be nice if Alec settled down, after all.
“I was… considering the potential of it, yes.” Not really, though considering was noncommittal enough not to be really lying. What he really wanted was one of Cassandra’s dresses for profit, not that he’d mention it. His heart belonged to another.
“Isn’t that sweet dear?” She looked to Dean.
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Oh, he was going to kill that little bastard of his. “Yes, it’s wonderfully sweet.” He replied dryly, looking at Alec with a glare. Dean knew good and well that their son had no intention of doing such a thing, but there was a code to adhere by as pirates and he wasn’t about to burst her bubble. He walked away swiftly to the desk for a sheet of paper and a quill so he could write down the address and send his son off as quickly as possible.
"She isn't the most attractive woman, so I'm sure you'll have no trouble winning her over." He commented idly, writing out her name at the top. "Her address, my darling dearest?"
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Alec simply continued to smile at both of them like he had no idea that Dean would know what he was doing while Donna said the address for her husband. Once Alec got the paper from Dean, he did a little dramatic bow as a thank you. “Thank you, good father and kind mother.” He looked up and winked at his mom which got a small giggle from Donna. Donna always thought Alec got his humour and charm from Dean, after all. “I shall take my leave and let you two get back to welcoming father back home.”
Donna was torn between asking Alec to stay and wanting to go back upstairs with Dean. This was a normal conundrum since she loved both the men in her life a lot. Since Alec seemed to be going to a woman’s house with the intention to court, though, Donna decided it’d be better for him to go there. “Good luck, Alec. And Cassandra is very pretty.” She lightly smacked Dean on the shoulder, but there was no heat in it. Cassandra was a big homely, yes, but encouragement was key.
Once Alec left, Donna turned back to her husband. “Can I convince you to carry me back up the stairs… and maybe lock the door this time?”
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It took everything in him not to call his son a slew of horrible names as he handed over the paper. Of course, he didn't truly despise his son. He was just beyond irritated with the little cock block. He had arrived at port a few days earlier and had plenty of opportunity to ask for the address while he was still away. "Yes, best of luck indeed. Though I'm sure your honorable intentions will not be in vain."
Dean stood stiffly, watching his son finally leave again. "No, you can not convince me, as I had already planned on doing so. Whether you wanted it or not." He growled deeply, sweeping her up into his arms to carry her back up the stairs. "I suppose I could lock the door…though I did enjoy the horrified expression on the maid's face." He chuckled in amusement and closed the door behind them to continue the festivities.