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Moonlit secrets

He looked to her and sighed before snapping the box shut. "You hate it." He said before he sighed and looked to Agatha. "Bring out some regular necklaces, we can have them engraved later." He said. With a satisfied and haughty smirk Agatha left and returned soon after with a stack of trays spreading them out she showed numerous simpler necklaces and chokers.
 
While Agatha was in the back, Lestelle did something drastic. Leaning up to him, she placed her hands on either side of his face. Her sweet, sweet lips pressed against his; just for a few seconds in a tender kiss. Pulling away, she slid back down onto her feet. Her hands now resting on his shoulders. She blushed softly, voicing her opinion, "I am not used to recieving gifts, Edmund, especially such lavished things... It will take some getting used to before I can clearly express my feelings. I do not hate it, in fact I find it fasinating... the colors are amazing while the design is so very intracit! I've never actually seen something like it before." Her hands now fell from him, as she looked to the floor, waiting for his reaction.
 
His lips pressed back to hers and his arms slid about her as he kissed her in reply savoring the taste of her on his lips before he pulled back breaking the kiss and slowly licking his lips. "Mmm" He cooed softly before running his fingers through her hair. "I understand my dear." He replied to her before pulling her close and kissing her in reply before Agatha came into view. Looking over to the trays he smiled. "Well, you can pick another then." He said slowly with a flourish.
 
Lestelle happily hugged his arm, "If you insist~" It really was nice to have such a large choice of things to have. Her eyes wandered over the much simpler chokers. They were all very pretty, but she had something much closer to home... She was left with a pendant which had been constructed out of silver and a diamond that had multicolors to it. She attaches it to ribbions and laces and makes necklaces that approve for her outfit. But... here he was, offering to by her something.

Then... she saw it gleaming. Letting go of his arm, Lestelle swayed off to an older disply case behind the counter. Crouching down, she mooved the dusty window, and pushed her petite hand in. She stole it from its decapitated pedistool, and held it up in the light. Fabricated out of white gold and a large sum of diamonds, the chocker looked as if it were lace. No one had purchased it because it had been made a bit too small, but Lestelle was deteremined to wear it.

Swaying back over to Edmund, she looked up to him, "May I have this one, please?"
 
"Ma'am that's not for sa..."Agatha began but Edmund held up a hand to stop her. "Its ok" He said slowly before he sighed and looked down. "You sure you want that one?" He asked her.The entire time his face was somewhat grim and he looked down to the floor rather than at her. "Its on display to show craftsmanship...I mean the jeweler in his age couldn't make another like it. My piece was made around the same time as that one." He continued.
 
"O-oh..." Lestelle blushed a little, looking to the beautiful piece of work in her hands... It was simply devine! But the pain it caused Edmund was unknown. Lestelle set the choker down, so he had made the necklace for another? She sighed a tad, before smiling, "No, no... if it is a problem, I will choose another..." She ran her delicate fingers over it one last time; as if saying fairwell. How wonderful it would look around her pale skinned neck, shimmering in all of its glory. But alas, it was just a display of craftsmenship. She gave a last little sigh before walking up to Edmund. She took his arm again, "I don't really need jewlery." She gave him one of her sweet smiles.
 
"No...it would look nice on you." He said slowly before he sighed. "It was made for someone I was rather close to...but she vanished before I could give it to her." He said slowly before he ran his fingers through his hair and looked about the room. "She was my nanny of sorts, my mother was very sick and I had to be cared for, my father hired her. I rather liked her." He said softly. "But...anyway." He aid before he looked to her and slowly walked over lifting it before he placed it about her neck. He did it slowly, carefully, feeling it press to flesh with slight force due to its size.
 
Then the sound happened, click!The latches shut on her, and as she turned around, it sparkled happily in the light. What a lean neck she had... It was designed for another, yet here she was fitting it comfortably. She smiled to him, "Well..?" She tilted her head, her red curls brushing against the shimmering stones. She gave a smile, taking quick strides up to him. She wrapped her arms around him lovingly, as she pressed her cheek to his chest. She whispered softly, "Thank you, very much Edmund,"
 
He smiled as he looked to her and nodded his approval. "It looks lovely on you." He simply said to her before stroking his fingers along her back holding her close to him. Holding her he took the opportunity to wipe a tear from his cheek. "No problem my dear you deserve it." He said before he pulled back. "So did you enjoy letting Ludwig play with your feet?" He asked as he leaned back to look to her a knowing smirk on his lips.
 
"Eh?!" She blushed terribly at his question. What did he mean asking her something like this in such a public place. She looked away, trying to avoid the question. She mumbled softly, "Should you pay the old woman for the purchases?"
 
"I went to pay him and found him reeking of vanilla when he hugged me in thanks, don't worry about Agatha, she has to read lips to tell what I'm saying." He said with a snicker. "Why would I pay dear?" He asked her slowly as he leaned in closer. "Answer the question."
 
She looked up with large grey eyes, O! How small and petite she was when he looked down upon her. She played with her fingers, summing up the courage to answer his question. "W-well, I mean, you may have payed before when you comissioned them... I just thought, that the way consumerism worked was that someone makes a product, and another buys it, the money then goes towards making more products... and..." She looked up to him, "It really that obvious, was it...?"
 
"I own this store dear, if you haven't caught on, my family owns several stores, its the reason I didn't pay Almia either." He said with a soft snicker. "Yes it was that obvious, there's only one thing that'd make the old man that happy. He said with a slow snicker before stroking his fingers through her hair his eyes staring into hers.
 
"O-oh..." She looked down bashfully, what an idiot she was. All of her inteligence were sent into those large bossoms of hers. She fumbled more with her fingers until she felt him playing with her hair. Tilting her head up, she stared up to him with those adorible youthful eyes of her's. She blinked, then blushed, registering what he had said. "... W-well, it wasn't so bad..."
 
"Its fine darling most people don't know I own it." He said to her slowly befre stroking his fingers through her hair again then stroked down under her chin. Leaning in closer he kissed her lips, a lingering slow kiss. Behind them Agatha could be heard clucking in disapproval as he wrapped his arms about Lestelle. "Mm so long as you had fun my dear." He cooed into her ear before he moved back from her and looked to Agatha. "Your opinions matter not to me."
 
It was the clucking from the old woman that made Lestelle realise she was giving into the lustful inhibitions of her beloved Edmund. Blushing furiously, she stood away from him, her fingers fumbling nervously. Oh, how they had been caught. She shyly looked up to him, as if expecting to be punished. The two left the shop, and hopped up into the carriage. How careless she was! Who knows what was next to happen...
 
Once the carriage began to move he was across it and pressing to her lustfully. His lips pushed to hers, his arms wrapped about her in the dark interior as it headed back up the lonely street towards his estate. His hands stroked slowly along her thighs as they slipped beneath her dress and his lips slowly ran along from her lips down to her throat kissing softly at the expanse.
 
      • Her voice! O, it was as sweet as an angels as she was forced into the corner of the carriage. His hot, hot breath teasing her skin. Just his presence was titlating, but having his broad chest pressed against her rather cushiony one made her blush. Her head dropped back as her mouth was left to mouth the words that described such sensations. His hand, smooth as a snake's skin, began to slither its way up into her dress; this woke her from her coma. Blushing terribly, she grabbed her dress and held it down. Looking up to him with her large eyes, she questioned,
        "P-please, Mister Blackwell... I do not see it fit for you to be doing such actions,"[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He looked to her and slowly kissed along her throat, he didn't move back as she held down her dress but rather stroked his fingers up and along her large mounds. "Yet Ludwig gets to play with your feet?" He cooed to her softly. "you telling him you like him more than me? Don't worry, your maidenhead will be saved for our...er...your wedding." He said slowly before he gave a slight if only split second blush as he realized he'd admitted his intentions befoe he leaned in to kiss her deeply his fingers stroking along to the hand that held down her dress while he pulled her closer. "No need to blush dear." He said to her slowly before his lips once more met hers.
 
"Oh please sir," she began. How was she to word this? Her lips clung to his for that last kiss before she looked up to him with her large eyes, "It is that I am too fond of you, Mister Blackwell, and being such a tender person, I am easily sweaped up in the moment... So may we refraine?"
 
He laughed softly as he stroked his fingers through her hair, his eyes glinted with slight lust but showed his deep affection for her. "I see dear, permit me one last kiss then?" He asked her in a slow husky voice his lips brushing slowly along her's before he strokes his finger down along her side.
 
How could she say no? Blushing fully, she looked to him as he spoke in such a handsome, lurring voice. She was a timid lamb wasn't she? Her breath so hot escaped her lips as he cooed to her nature. Tilting her head up, Lestelle's moist lips pressed against his. Her eyes closed, one last kiss, right? Who knows, it could last all the way up to the house. Her small hands came up to gently touch his cheeks.
 
He smirked and slipped back with a knowing grin breaking the kiss earlier than he knew she expected it. "Oh, I want to kiss a whole nother set of lips dear." He said to her slowly before he stroked his fingers along her throat slowly under her chin. "mmm or are you a liar?" He asked slowly while he leaned in closer his lips then kissing along her collarbone and starting to head lower. His hands gently raised the edge of her dress while he moved in closer.
 
Lestelle's pretty little face grew pale as he spoke. She had been clueless to what he ment by "kissing another set of lips". Did he intend on kissing other women, or even men, after this? O! What a dirty person he was to believe that she was a character from Tom Jones, deary no! Her cheeks had blushed once more, for his smooth lips felt wonderful on her skin, but! Alas, she felt the need to protest. She watched him pushing up her skirt, reveiling her ever so smooth legs, but when it came to her knee, she put her hands on his. "S-sir, please stop this... if you are so permiscuous now, then won't you be after your marriage?"
 
He looked to her and sighed before he ran his fingers back along her flesh till they broke contact. "I see, you must think me terrible." He said before the carriage began to slow. "Its fine Lestelle, it won't happen again." He said before he moved back to his side of the carriage once more. Once the carriage stopped he didn't wait for the footman he simply made his way out the door hopping to the ground and strode quickly up the stairs and into the house. As he went he undid his shirt and pants casting them aside as he did simply leaving them on the ground before he made it to his room now just in his breeches. Locking the door behind himself as he entered he went to his bathroom before turning on the pipes full blast.
 
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