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lucy petrelli is always a queen of narnia (theinnocent) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-05-18 09:18:00

Entry tags:

abigail_mountford-miles, edith_mountford-miles, eward_mountford-miles, incest, nc-17

Subject: A sister's comfort
Where: Eward's study
Who: Abigail Mountford-Miles
Warnings: NC-17 later on; Incest
Open to: Eward Mountford-Miles, possibly Edith later on?

Abigail hadn't seen her brother in quite a few days. The house was quiet, tense; the atmosphere colder than usual. Edith still didn't seem to be talking to Eward, and he didn't appear to want to speak to any of them at all lately. Abigail couldn't help but worry. She knew that he still came and went, receiving visitors and going off to see this person or that or whatnot. Still. She missed him; she couldn't help it.

She had just come in from the garden, bringing her roses back to her room and setting some up in the dining room-- she just loved how they brightened up the table, even if nobody else seemed to notice. And then, because she hadn't even heard from Eward in a few days, she thought she would check up on him. The servants had said that he hadn't even come out for breakfast, so she fixed up a tray, thinking to bring it in to him. She couldn't have him starve on them, could she?

It wasn't long before she had it ready, and she approached his study, adjusting her hold on the tray as she brought a hand up to knock lightly on the door. There was no response at first, so she turned the handle and stepped inside. "Eward?"

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	theinnocent 2008-05-18 05:33 pm UTC (link)
	"Please, Eward," she whispered, moaning as he thrust into her. "I-I'm so...So..." She gasped as he hit that spot just right and she found her release, crying out for him as her legs tightened around his waist. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lord_eward
2008-05-18 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Eward was finally in control, fucking instead of being fucked and he loved the sensation. The feeling of power, that he could have her like that, was too good to miss and he felt himself again. As soon as she tightened around him Eward came, the final few strokes as he released being sporadic and pulsing - just like Abigail.

With shaking arms he leant his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily onto her skin as the feeling passed leaving him drained but completely satisfied. "I love you, my dear darling Abigail..."

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