Show Me, chapter 2
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scripsiTitle: Show Me
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1666
Chapters: 2/3
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Explicit sex, spanking
Summary: Sophie needs Fabien Marchal to survive, but she is not prepared to let him dictate all the terms.
AN: This chapter only grew longer and longer, so I decided to cut it in two and make this a three-chapter story instead.
(Chapter 1)
At Fabien’s words, Sophie took a step back in surprise. She had expected something like this, but she still hesitated.
“So, it was just pretty words without meaning. What did you think I would do- recite love poems?”
The contempt was back in his voice and Sophie could feel herself shrink under his cold glare.
“I know you don’t like me”, she said, her voice wavering a little.
Fabien shrugged. “I feel nothing for you. And I don’t trust you.”
He wouldn’t, Sophie knew that, but she had no other choice than to trust him. She needed him and she had to make sure he would not discard her. If he decided she was not useful for him, the best she could hope for, were the streets. She was not so sheltered she didn’t know what would happen to her there. But Fabien might as well kill her. The threat of meeting the same fate as her mother would always hang over her. Safety was a fragile thing, wholly dependant on the man before her.
Sophie’s chin went up again as her resolve hardened. Her fingers fumbled with the jewelled clasp of her belt and opened it. There were nothing else to keep her gown closed, and now it slid down over her shoulder. She shrugged the gown off, letting it pool around her feet. A shiver went through her, not solely caused by the cool air in the room. The low-cut corset left most of her breasts bare. Even if her chemise covered her nipples, the fabric was so sheer it was almost transparent, and Sophie resisted an urge to cover her bosom with her hands. It would only provoke another snide remark, so instead she raised her arms and removed the hairpins, shaking her long black curls free.
Almost as if he couldn’t help it, Fabien reached out a hand and touched her hair, running his fingers through the silky length.
“You are beautiful”, he told her. “There is no denying that. And there will be a lot of men who will want to worship your beauty. Even love you.”
“This is not about feelings. This is about learning.”
“So you say.”
Fabien took her hand, turned it and softly kissed her palm. It was an unexpectedly tender gesture, and Sophie draw her breath sharply. He pulled her closer, his hands softly caressing her arms, then her neck and down over her chest, his fingers finding their way inside her chemise.
“Many men will undoubtedly be happy to beg to touch you like this.”
All of a sudden Sophie no longer felt cold. This differed from how it had been with Benoit. She had enjoyed kissing him, but they always turned too eager. His hands always searching her body with an urgency which had alarmed her. Fabien’s touch was slow and measured, allowing Sophie to get used to the new sensations. He walked forward so she had to step back, and when her legs pushed into the desk, he took her around the waist and lifted her to sit on it. He bowed his head, and she thought he would kiss her mouth. Instead he kissed her throat, butterfly kisses all the way down to the swell of her bosom and beyond. Her petticoats were pulled up and Fabien spread her legs apart, his hand between them.
“Oh”, Sophie murmured. Her breath quickened and without meaning to she clutched his shoulders to keep her balance. Suddenly the only thing she could think of was how it felt to have his lips against her skin while his hand continued to tease her. She could feel herself grow wet and increasingly more sensitive. Her body pressed closer to Fabien’s hand of its own accord and he responded with moving his fingers faster. Sophie tensed as everything inside her seemed to want to rush to that same point between her legs. It felt as if she was falling even if Fabien’s arm held her upright. Before she had sometimes awoke from her sleep, her body shaking with an echo of a feeling she didn’t know what to call. Now this feeling was upon her in full force and she drowned inside it. Then it drained away, leaving her oddly fatigued. She leaned against Fabien's chest, unable to find enough strength to move away from him.
“Had enough?”
Sophie found her breath and straightened, not daring to look him in the face.
“I don’t know. Is this all?”
“Hardly.”
Sophie blushed. “It was- I liked it. But-”
“But what?”
“You say most men would like this, but what about men like Cassel? They are different. I don’t think he would want to treat me like this.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
“I want to know what his kind want. Show me what men like him would like to do to me.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t think you would like it much.”
“Yes, I am.”
But despite her resolve Sophie was not prepared when his hand raked through her hair, grabbing a handful and tugging her head painfully back. She cried out and tried to shy away, involuntary pushing against his breast despite her resolve. Fabien quickly took both her wrists in one hand, holding her easily. The mouth which had kissed her so gently now bore down on her with sharp teeth, nipping delicate skin as he moved over her skin.
“They will want to hurt you. They will want to take, not have what is freely given.”
He spun her around and pushed her face forward down on the table, yanking her petticoats up, above her waist. One hand pressed down on the small of her back, rendering her immobile despite her attempt to wriggle away. It was not a complete surprise when the palm of his hand smacked down hard on her buttocks. Sophie squirmed, but accomplished nothing but getting a harder slap. She almost screamed out loud, but bit her lip instead. She would not give him the satisfaction of screaming her surrender. With no way out, she had no other choice than to bear the onslaught of strikes. It was painful, but gradually she realised that after the first sting of his palm against her skin, a wave of pleasure followed. Heat radiated through her body, and her earlier excitement returned, stronger than before. Sophie wriggled again, not to get away, but to relieve the mounting tension in her body.
“Please”, she pleaded, not quite sure if she was begging him to stop or go on. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I- Please. Touch me again.”
Fabien stopped abruptly, released her and stepped away. Sophie stayed where she was for a few moments, then she stood up on shaking legs, smoothing her petticoats down. He was once again seated, and had picked up his quill again, as if nothing at all had happened.
“Go away. I’ve shown you enough. You are as wanton as any woman. I pity the poor men who won’t be able to see beyond your pretty face and form. I doubt you will have any problem in handling them.”
Sophie picked up her gown from the floor. She felt humiliated all while her body was still screaming for more. Angrily she told herself his touch had been nothing but hateful to her, even if she knew it had not. It was not fair he had managed to send her in this state of emotion while he himself seemed completely unperturbed by what had happened. But when Sophie looked at him more closely she saw that his hand shook a little as he wrote, the letters not as smoothly formed as before. And though his face was unreadable, his colour was heightened, and he was breathing hard. Sophie smiled a little. No, he was not unaffected, he was merely better at self control than she was.
“No,” she said. Fabien looked up sharply, but Sophie met his gaze without flinching. This time it was she who walked up to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down. “No. It’s not enough. I want to know what a man like you want. Show me.”
His breath caught even if his answer was a dismissal. ”Not an inexperienced maiden, anyway.”
“Do something about my ignorance then. You told me yourself perceived innocence counts here, not what is real. And I don’t need my ignorance anymore. You have made me want you tonight, Fabien. Don’t you want me?”
He closed his eyes and his jaws clenched. For a moment Sophie thought she had gone too far, but then he pulled her down into his lap, her legs straddling him.
“I do. God help me.”
Through all the layers of clothing Sophie could feel how hard he was, then he released her enough to free himself. Feverishly she tugged at her petticoats, his hands were against her bare skin once more. He pulled her down again, and Sophie didn’t hesitate but allowed her body to go where he wanted it. She was prepared for pain, but though the first thrust was painful, she found that as she slowly withdrew and then sank back against him again how the pain quickly receded. His hands on her hips helped her find a rhythm, and as she moved faster, the pleasure increased.
Fabien groaned against her breasts and Sophie let her hands tangle into his hair and she pulled his head back. She kissed him and his grip grew so hard she was sure it would give her bruises.
“I hate you”, she whispered in his ear “I hate you.”
Over and over again she said it as their movements became faster until she lost her breath. Her body tensed and she fell again, the pleasure this time much stronger. Slumping against him she could feel his body tensing too, holding her tightly against him. He kissed her temple, and he whispered back:
“Hate me as much as you want, falcon. You still belong to me.”
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1666
Chapters: 2/3
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Explicit sex, spanking
Summary: Sophie needs Fabien Marchal to survive, but she is not prepared to let him dictate all the terms.
AN: This chapter only grew longer and longer, so I decided to cut it in two and make this a three-chapter story instead.
(Chapter 1)
At Fabien’s words, Sophie took a step back in surprise. She had expected something like this, but she still hesitated.
“So, it was just pretty words without meaning. What did you think I would do- recite love poems?”
The contempt was back in his voice and Sophie could feel herself shrink under his cold glare.
“I know you don’t like me”, she said, her voice wavering a little.
Fabien shrugged. “I feel nothing for you. And I don’t trust you.”
He wouldn’t, Sophie knew that, but she had no other choice than to trust him. She needed him and she had to make sure he would not discard her. If he decided she was not useful for him, the best she could hope for, were the streets. She was not so sheltered she didn’t know what would happen to her there. But Fabien might as well kill her. The threat of meeting the same fate as her mother would always hang over her. Safety was a fragile thing, wholly dependant on the man before her.
Sophie’s chin went up again as her resolve hardened. Her fingers fumbled with the jewelled clasp of her belt and opened it. There were nothing else to keep her gown closed, and now it slid down over her shoulder. She shrugged the gown off, letting it pool around her feet. A shiver went through her, not solely caused by the cool air in the room. The low-cut corset left most of her breasts bare. Even if her chemise covered her nipples, the fabric was so sheer it was almost transparent, and Sophie resisted an urge to cover her bosom with her hands. It would only provoke another snide remark, so instead she raised her arms and removed the hairpins, shaking her long black curls free.
Almost as if he couldn’t help it, Fabien reached out a hand and touched her hair, running his fingers through the silky length.
“You are beautiful”, he told her. “There is no denying that. And there will be a lot of men who will want to worship your beauty. Even love you.”
“This is not about feelings. This is about learning.”
“So you say.”
Fabien took her hand, turned it and softly kissed her palm. It was an unexpectedly tender gesture, and Sophie draw her breath sharply. He pulled her closer, his hands softly caressing her arms, then her neck and down over her chest, his fingers finding their way inside her chemise.
“Many men will undoubtedly be happy to beg to touch you like this.”
All of a sudden Sophie no longer felt cold. This differed from how it had been with Benoit. She had enjoyed kissing him, but they always turned too eager. His hands always searching her body with an urgency which had alarmed her. Fabien’s touch was slow and measured, allowing Sophie to get used to the new sensations. He walked forward so she had to step back, and when her legs pushed into the desk, he took her around the waist and lifted her to sit on it. He bowed his head, and she thought he would kiss her mouth. Instead he kissed her throat, butterfly kisses all the way down to the swell of her bosom and beyond. Her petticoats were pulled up and Fabien spread her legs apart, his hand between them.
“Oh”, Sophie murmured. Her breath quickened and without meaning to she clutched his shoulders to keep her balance. Suddenly the only thing she could think of was how it felt to have his lips against her skin while his hand continued to tease her. She could feel herself grow wet and increasingly more sensitive. Her body pressed closer to Fabien’s hand of its own accord and he responded with moving his fingers faster. Sophie tensed as everything inside her seemed to want to rush to that same point between her legs. It felt as if she was falling even if Fabien’s arm held her upright. Before she had sometimes awoke from her sleep, her body shaking with an echo of a feeling she didn’t know what to call. Now this feeling was upon her in full force and she drowned inside it. Then it drained away, leaving her oddly fatigued. She leaned against Fabien's chest, unable to find enough strength to move away from him.
“Had enough?”
Sophie found her breath and straightened, not daring to look him in the face.
“I don’t know. Is this all?”
“Hardly.”
Sophie blushed. “It was- I liked it. But-”
“But what?”
“You say most men would like this, but what about men like Cassel? They are different. I don’t think he would want to treat me like this.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
“I want to know what his kind want. Show me what men like him would like to do to me.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t think you would like it much.”
“Yes, I am.”
But despite her resolve Sophie was not prepared when his hand raked through her hair, grabbing a handful and tugging her head painfully back. She cried out and tried to shy away, involuntary pushing against his breast despite her resolve. Fabien quickly took both her wrists in one hand, holding her easily. The mouth which had kissed her so gently now bore down on her with sharp teeth, nipping delicate skin as he moved over her skin.
“They will want to hurt you. They will want to take, not have what is freely given.”
He spun her around and pushed her face forward down on the table, yanking her petticoats up, above her waist. One hand pressed down on the small of her back, rendering her immobile despite her attempt to wriggle away. It was not a complete surprise when the palm of his hand smacked down hard on her buttocks. Sophie squirmed, but accomplished nothing but getting a harder slap. She almost screamed out loud, but bit her lip instead. She would not give him the satisfaction of screaming her surrender. With no way out, she had no other choice than to bear the onslaught of strikes. It was painful, but gradually she realised that after the first sting of his palm against her skin, a wave of pleasure followed. Heat radiated through her body, and her earlier excitement returned, stronger than before. Sophie wriggled again, not to get away, but to relieve the mounting tension in her body.
“Please”, she pleaded, not quite sure if she was begging him to stop or go on. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I- Please. Touch me again.”
Fabien stopped abruptly, released her and stepped away. Sophie stayed where she was for a few moments, then she stood up on shaking legs, smoothing her petticoats down. He was once again seated, and had picked up his quill again, as if nothing at all had happened.
“Go away. I’ve shown you enough. You are as wanton as any woman. I pity the poor men who won’t be able to see beyond your pretty face and form. I doubt you will have any problem in handling them.”
Sophie picked up her gown from the floor. She felt humiliated all while her body was still screaming for more. Angrily she told herself his touch had been nothing but hateful to her, even if she knew it had not. It was not fair he had managed to send her in this state of emotion while he himself seemed completely unperturbed by what had happened. But when Sophie looked at him more closely she saw that his hand shook a little as he wrote, the letters not as smoothly formed as before. And though his face was unreadable, his colour was heightened, and he was breathing hard. Sophie smiled a little. No, he was not unaffected, he was merely better at self control than she was.
“No,” she said. Fabien looked up sharply, but Sophie met his gaze without flinching. This time it was she who walked up to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down. “No. It’s not enough. I want to know what a man like you want. Show me.”
His breath caught even if his answer was a dismissal. ”Not an inexperienced maiden, anyway.”
“Do something about my ignorance then. You told me yourself perceived innocence counts here, not what is real. And I don’t need my ignorance anymore. You have made me want you tonight, Fabien. Don’t you want me?”
He closed his eyes and his jaws clenched. For a moment Sophie thought she had gone too far, but then he pulled her down into his lap, her legs straddling him.
“I do. God help me.”
Through all the layers of clothing Sophie could feel how hard he was, then he released her enough to free himself. Feverishly she tugged at her petticoats, his hands were against her bare skin once more. He pulled her down again, and Sophie didn’t hesitate but allowed her body to go where he wanted it. She was prepared for pain, but though the first thrust was painful, she found that as she slowly withdrew and then sank back against him again how the pain quickly receded. His hands on her hips helped her find a rhythm, and as she moved faster, the pleasure increased.
Fabien groaned against her breasts and Sophie let her hands tangle into his hair and she pulled his head back. She kissed him and his grip grew so hard she was sure it would give her bruises.
“I hate you”, she whispered in his ear “I hate you.”
Over and over again she said it as their movements became faster until she lost her breath. Her body tensed and she fell again, the pleasure this time much stronger. Slumping against him she could feel his body tensing too, holding her tightly against him. He kissed her temple, and he whispered back:
“Hate me as much as you want, falcon. You still belong to me.”
