My Only Love, chapter 4
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scripsiTitle: My Only Love
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1197
Chapters: 4/?
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Torture, bondage, choking, knifeplay, rough sex
Summary: Estranged from Fabien, Sophie returns to Versailles, continuing her work as his spy. When Fabien decides to play a long game with Sophie as pawn, the hopes of them finding each other again, gets dangerously close to be permanently shattered. A sequel to Falling.
Sophie could feel blood trickle down her neck, but the cut itself didn’t hurt so much as it stung. Then the knife slid lower, skimming her skin without drawing blood. Instead, it cut through the laces of her bodice, its hard shell of whale bones and fabric loosening around her body. Fabien stepped around to stand in front of her, but Sophie’s eyes was blurred with tears, and she could not see his expression.
“Remove your clothes,” he told her, his voice a low drawl devoid of any emotion.
“No!”
He slapped her face, hard enough to whip her head to one side.
“Do it yourself, or I call in my men to strip you. Whatever you chose, woman.”
It was easy enough to slip out her arms from the bodice and let it fall to the floor, but Sophie’s hands were shaking and it took her several tries to untie her skirts and petticoats. When the garments finally fell down from her hips, Fabien hauled her up to her feet again, turning her so he was once again standing behind her. Sophie made no move to remove her chemise, and Fabien did not demand it of her, but the linen was gossamer thin around her body, and provided little of either warmth or modesty. Fabien pulled her closer to him, encircling both her wrist with a hand behind her back. Then the knife pressed into her chest, slightly below her breasts, forcing her to breathe in quick shallow breaths to avoid the point of the blade to dig too deep into her flesh.
“Do you know, Monsieur de Varade, how much a human being can bleed before death comes? A long time, provided one doesn’t cut through one of the major blood vessels, and with a lot of pain. I’ve made quite a study of anatomy in my spare moments, and I believe Mademoiselle de Clermont still have hours to live. But not very pleasant ones, I’m afraid.”
The knife moved, but there was no pain at first and Sophie only knew he had cut her again when she felt the warm wetness of blood soaking through her chemise. Then she felt the gash as a line of fire across her ribcage, and she cried out in pain. Her body told her to flee, but there was nowhere to go, she was trapped between Fabien and his knife. Despite the coolness of the room, her chemise felt damp against her skin, but her mouth felt dry, and it was difficult to speak.
”Stop it”, she pleaded, though she knew Fabien would not heed her words. She looked at Monsieur de Varade, who stared at her with a look of desperation in his face.
“Please, help me”, Sophie whispered. “Make him stop.”
The knife moved again, not yet cutting her, but soon it would, and Sophie couldn’t hold back a sob. Despite the futility of it she struggled in Fabien’s grip, but stilled as the knife once again pressed against her. But before anything else happened, Monsieur de Varade finally spoke:
“No more! I will talk! I will tell you what you want to know, but before I say anything, Mademoiselle de Clermont must be allowed to leave.”
Fabien let go of Sophie, who gathered up her clothes and hugged them tightly against her, as she retreated from the two men.
“Everything?”
The bound man nodded, and Fabien glanced at Sophie.
“She may go. But I warn you; if you deceive me I will not hesitate to bring her back.”
“It won’t be needed. If you promise she will not suffer any consequences of this.”
“I promise.”
Fabien returned to Sophie, took her arm arm and led her out of the room. He brought her back to his office, and as soon as the door had closed, she dropped her clothes and flew at him. As soon as Monsieur de Varade had talked Sophie had stopped feeling afraid, now she was only furious and, to her dismay, still deeply aroused. Fabien jerked back, but not fast enough; two of her sharp fingernails left red marks down his cheek. Sophie made another attempt to reach him, but this time he was ready for her. With a quick movement Fabien seized her arms and slammed her into the wall and held her there. Sophie snarled at him.
“How far would you have gone?”
“I would not have let any real harm come to you.”
“But you would have gone further?”
“Yes.”
“And you would have liked it?”
The grip around her arms tightened, and he stepped a little closer to her.
“Oh yes.”
They were both breathing hard and Sophie realised he was as much on fire as she was. She arched herself up against him, and she could feel him tremble. Fabien moved even closer, she could feel his scent and the heat of his body engulf her, but he did nothing else, he only held her. And Sophie knew he would not do more, not without her consent. In the dungeon Fabien’s power over her had been absolute; now that power belonged to her. If she told him to release her, he would. If she left, he would let her. To deny him was what she ought to do. This was how she could retaliate; to leave him wanting. A small revenge for the terrors he had just put her through. It would have been easy if Sophie hadn’t been feverish with desire herself. Her efforts to quell her longing for Fabien had never been successful, and now the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted him. Reason and sense abandoned her, and she was lost in her hunger for him.
Sophie skimmed her lips over his mouth, lingered for a heartbeat, before she kissed him. After a moment Fabien opened his lips for her tongue, but he still restrained himself from moving, though Sophie could feel it was with great effort. She held herself back for a little longer, relishing in being the mistress of the situation, before she couldn’t withstand her own need anymore.
“Do what you want with me, Fabien.”
There was no hesitation; Sophie felt like she was swept away by a mighty tidal wave when Fabien released her arms, only to tear her already ruined chemise away from her body. His hands were careless and rough, but Sophie didn’t mind when he cruelly twisted her nipples before moving down between her legs, it only inflamed her further. He thrust a finger inside her, then another one, and Sophie gasped, twisting to make it easier for him. It had been too long; her release came with abrupt haste, but she was given no respite to catch her breath. Fabien took her waist and lifted her up against the wall before entering her as savagely as he had touched her. Sophie almost screamed in pleasure and wound her legs around his back to pull him even closer. For the moment all thoughts of what had happened before was forgotten, and the only thing she could think was how this was right, her and Fabien; the way it always should be.
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1197
Chapters: 4/?
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Torture, bondage, choking, knifeplay, rough sex
Summary: Estranged from Fabien, Sophie returns to Versailles, continuing her work as his spy. When Fabien decides to play a long game with Sophie as pawn, the hopes of them finding each other again, gets dangerously close to be permanently shattered. A sequel to Falling.
Sophie could feel blood trickle down her neck, but the cut itself didn’t hurt so much as it stung. Then the knife slid lower, skimming her skin without drawing blood. Instead, it cut through the laces of her bodice, its hard shell of whale bones and fabric loosening around her body. Fabien stepped around to stand in front of her, but Sophie’s eyes was blurred with tears, and she could not see his expression.
“Remove your clothes,” he told her, his voice a low drawl devoid of any emotion.
“No!”
He slapped her face, hard enough to whip her head to one side.
“Do it yourself, or I call in my men to strip you. Whatever you chose, woman.”
It was easy enough to slip out her arms from the bodice and let it fall to the floor, but Sophie’s hands were shaking and it took her several tries to untie her skirts and petticoats. When the garments finally fell down from her hips, Fabien hauled her up to her feet again, turning her so he was once again standing behind her. Sophie made no move to remove her chemise, and Fabien did not demand it of her, but the linen was gossamer thin around her body, and provided little of either warmth or modesty. Fabien pulled her closer to him, encircling both her wrist with a hand behind her back. Then the knife pressed into her chest, slightly below her breasts, forcing her to breathe in quick shallow breaths to avoid the point of the blade to dig too deep into her flesh.
“Do you know, Monsieur de Varade, how much a human being can bleed before death comes? A long time, provided one doesn’t cut through one of the major blood vessels, and with a lot of pain. I’ve made quite a study of anatomy in my spare moments, and I believe Mademoiselle de Clermont still have hours to live. But not very pleasant ones, I’m afraid.”
The knife moved, but there was no pain at first and Sophie only knew he had cut her again when she felt the warm wetness of blood soaking through her chemise. Then she felt the gash as a line of fire across her ribcage, and she cried out in pain. Her body told her to flee, but there was nowhere to go, she was trapped between Fabien and his knife. Despite the coolness of the room, her chemise felt damp against her skin, but her mouth felt dry, and it was difficult to speak.
”Stop it”, she pleaded, though she knew Fabien would not heed her words. She looked at Monsieur de Varade, who stared at her with a look of desperation in his face.
“Please, help me”, Sophie whispered. “Make him stop.”
The knife moved again, not yet cutting her, but soon it would, and Sophie couldn’t hold back a sob. Despite the futility of it she struggled in Fabien’s grip, but stilled as the knife once again pressed against her. But before anything else happened, Monsieur de Varade finally spoke:
“No more! I will talk! I will tell you what you want to know, but before I say anything, Mademoiselle de Clermont must be allowed to leave.”
Fabien let go of Sophie, who gathered up her clothes and hugged them tightly against her, as she retreated from the two men.
“Everything?”
The bound man nodded, and Fabien glanced at Sophie.
“She may go. But I warn you; if you deceive me I will not hesitate to bring her back.”
“It won’t be needed. If you promise she will not suffer any consequences of this.”
“I promise.”
Fabien returned to Sophie, took her arm arm and led her out of the room. He brought her back to his office, and as soon as the door had closed, she dropped her clothes and flew at him. As soon as Monsieur de Varade had talked Sophie had stopped feeling afraid, now she was only furious and, to her dismay, still deeply aroused. Fabien jerked back, but not fast enough; two of her sharp fingernails left red marks down his cheek. Sophie made another attempt to reach him, but this time he was ready for her. With a quick movement Fabien seized her arms and slammed her into the wall and held her there. Sophie snarled at him.
“How far would you have gone?”
“I would not have let any real harm come to you.”
“But you would have gone further?”
“Yes.”
“And you would have liked it?”
The grip around her arms tightened, and he stepped a little closer to her.
“Oh yes.”
They were both breathing hard and Sophie realised he was as much on fire as she was. She arched herself up against him, and she could feel him tremble. Fabien moved even closer, she could feel his scent and the heat of his body engulf her, but he did nothing else, he only held her. And Sophie knew he would not do more, not without her consent. In the dungeon Fabien’s power over her had been absolute; now that power belonged to her. If she told him to release her, he would. If she left, he would let her. To deny him was what she ought to do. This was how she could retaliate; to leave him wanting. A small revenge for the terrors he had just put her through. It would have been easy if Sophie hadn’t been feverish with desire herself. Her efforts to quell her longing for Fabien had never been successful, and now the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted him. Reason and sense abandoned her, and she was lost in her hunger for him.
Sophie skimmed her lips over his mouth, lingered for a heartbeat, before she kissed him. After a moment Fabien opened his lips for her tongue, but he still restrained himself from moving, though Sophie could feel it was with great effort. She held herself back for a little longer, relishing in being the mistress of the situation, before she couldn’t withstand her own need anymore.
“Do what you want with me, Fabien.”
There was no hesitation; Sophie felt like she was swept away by a mighty tidal wave when Fabien released her arms, only to tear her already ruined chemise away from her body. His hands were careless and rough, but Sophie didn’t mind when he cruelly twisted her nipples before moving down between her legs, it only inflamed her further. He thrust a finger inside her, then another one, and Sophie gasped, twisting to make it easier for him. It had been too long; her release came with abrupt haste, but she was given no respite to catch her breath. Fabien took her waist and lifted her up against the wall before entering her as savagely as he had touched her. Sophie almost screamed in pleasure and wound her legs around his back to pull him even closer. For the moment all thoughts of what had happened before was forgotten, and the only thing she could think was how this was right, her and Fabien; the way it always should be.
