Remembrance, chapter 7
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scripsiTitle: Remembrance
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Chapter: 7/8
Word Count: 1435
Characters Sophie de Clermont, Fabien Marchal, Claudine Masson, Duc de Cassel
Pairings: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont, Fabien Marchal/Claudine Masson
Warnings: Non-con and abuse, which reference events in the show. Rape recovery. Suicidal thoughts, consensual sex.
Summary: Sophie de Clermont has fled Versailles, with nowhere to go and only her memories for company.
The whole fic on AO3
Phew! Writing smut is hard work. Hope you enjoy it! And if you don’t you can safely skip this chapter without losing any of the plot.
Sophie smiled up at Fabien, breathless over this new turn of events. She wasn’t sure what she had expected from her hasty proposal; if not anger, then most likely indifferent rejection, and certainly not this ardent admission of desire. Fabien touched her face, then cupped her chin as he leaned down to kiss her. It was a gentle kiss, but there was an urgency underneath which caused both butterflies to flutter inside Sophie at the same time it fuelled her own desire. She had never allowed herself to acknowledge in full how much she wanted Fabien, but now it seemed it focused her whole on him. Inside her stiff bodice, her nipples hardened and chafed against the fabric, and a sweet ache was growing low in her belly.
Fabien unlaced her gown, doing a much more efficient work than her maid ever had. The heavy fabric fell to the floor, followed by her petticoats, and Sophie stood only in her chemise. Fabien took a step back to remove his coat and waistcoat and feeling a little shy, Sophie half turned away and pulled the pins out of her hair. The moment the heavy coils of hair were loosened always felt like a moment of freedom; her hair flowing down her back reminding her she had, all day, held her head in a certain angle to counteract the weight of her hair. He kissed her again, his hands threading through her hair, caressing it, as the kiss grew deeper. Pressed against his body with only fine linen separating them, the butterflies in Sophie grew, for a moment overpowering her lust.
She had told Fabien she wanted a night when she wasn’t afraid; she was still terrified. Not of Fabien, but of her own reactions. When Thomas had caressed her she had not been unwilling; she had enjoyed his touch, but only up to a point. There was always something Thomas did; a caress too rough, or his body too crushingly heavy on top of her, and all desire Sophie felt went cold. The pain Cassel had inflicted on her was still present with Thomas if not as intense. Thomas never knew their lovemaking had only been bearable to Sophie because she knew he didn’t mean to hurt her. It had slowly grown better, and she had hoped she would learn to enjoy herself fully, given time, but there had never been time. Now she had invited Fabien to her bed, and she feared the same thing would happen again, even though she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life.
As if Fabien had read her thoughts, or perhaps because he was used to people who were scared, he paused.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
And she knew. Fabien, who was more capable of inflicting suffering than anyone else, had never wanted to harm her.
“Then sit down.”
Sophie sat on the edge of her bed, and Fabien kneeled down in front of her, removing first her shoes, and then her stockings. It was strange to see him in a position of supplication; the sense of intimidation his presence generally evoked diminished, and Sophie relaxed a little.
His fingers caressed her legs, a slow dance which caused her to shiver. Then his hands moved higher, gripping her hips and pulling her a little closer to him. He kissed the inside of one of her thighs, then another, each new kiss a little bit higher up. It was, Sophie found, suddenly hard to breathe. When he reached the apex of her legs, every muscle in Sophie’s body seem to lose all function, and she sank back on the bed, her legs parting even more. It had never occurred to her that this was something a man could do. There was enough force in the caresses Fabien’s mouth and tongue bestowed on her to send her into a deeper state of arousal, but it was a gentle touch too. All at once her entire world revolved around her vulva. It felt like every heartbeat sent heat away from it, throughout her body, only to return and pool back, feeling increasingly more intense. Sophie could feel fingers joining Fabien’s mouth and the one finger slipped inside her. Sophie involuntary tensed, but there was no pain, only a strong feeling of euphoria. Then another finger joined the first, pressing up and somehow the pressure paired with the caresses merged into a pulsating pleasure which caused Sophie to cry out loud.
Fabien withdrew to remove the rest of his clothes, and Sophie regained enough of her senses to move into the bed completely. She felt a twinge of disappointment that this, unexpectedly wonderful, part of lovemaking was over. For what Fabien had given her she would gladly endure the rest; she even thought she might enjoy it more than she ever had before, but the thought of a heavy body on top of her, holding her down still caused a prickle of panic to run through her. But when he climbed into bed, he only lay down beside her.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked, suddenly convinced she had done something which displeased him. She rolled over on her side so she could look at him, and Fabien mirrored her movements so he could kiss her again.
“Nothing is wrong.”
Fabien stroke her body, a calming gesture at first, but then his hands grow more eager, touching her breasts in a way which made Sophie gasp. His body pressed into hers and she could feel with no doubt he wanted her. He shifted again, his arms around her, so she rolled with him and she found herself straddling him.
At first, Sophie didn’t understand what he wanted her to do, but then it dawned on her. She raised herself slightly, Fabien’s manhood pressing urgently against her. She angled her hips, and he was inside her. It was strange to move as she liked; Sophie sank down a fraction, only to raise herself up again. The pain she expected didn’t come, and she slowly moved again, allowing more of Fabien inside her, and to her surprise, it only felt good. A little more daring she sped up, gyrating her hips at a faster pace until he was fully sheathed inside her. And it still didn’t hurt; the feeling of being filled only brought pleasure.
Sophie looked down on Fabien’s body displayed in front of her. He was beautiful, she thought, lean muscles under taut skin. Beautiful even with the marks of a hard life upon him; long healed scars on his abdomen and chest as well as many minor ones. A sudden feeling of freedom filled Sophie. Fabien could, she knew, do anything he wanted to her, and she could not stop him. But he didn’t; for all the violence she knew was within him, here and now he had submitted all his strength and power to her.
The room felt hot, and her long chemise tangled around her legs, hindering Sophie to move as she wanted. She pulled it over her head and Fabien’s eyes widened at the sight of her naked body, and his hips moved more insistently to meet her’s. His hands caressed her body, and Sophie moved faster. his hand came to rest on her hips; not to hold her down but to support. She leaned forward, her hands on each side of his head and her long hair fell around them, enclosing them in a tiny world, made only for them. She kissed him, and as she did so Sophie could feel him tense and shudder, his hands briefly tightened around her to hold her still as he reached his own climax.
For several minutes they remained like that, perfectly still as their breathing slowly returned to normal. When Sophie shifted to lay down, Fabien put his arms around her, but instead of making her feel trapped, she only felt safe. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, looking happier than she had ever seen him before. Afraid of speaking lest she would destroy the moment by saying the wrong thing, Sophie snuggled closer to his chest, and, exhausted by a day filled with emotions, fell asleep.
During the night, she woke up to find the bed empty. Fabien was standing by the window, staring out into the night. Sophie watched him in silence, unsure if she should speak to him, or not. But before she decided he came back, silently slipping in between the sheets and pulling her close to him, and Sophie soon slept again.
She dreamt no nightmares that night.
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Chapter: 7/8
Word Count: 1435
Characters Sophie de Clermont, Fabien Marchal, Claudine Masson, Duc de Cassel
Pairings: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont, Fabien Marchal/Claudine Masson
Warnings: Non-con and abuse, which reference events in the show. Rape recovery. Suicidal thoughts, consensual sex.
Summary: Sophie de Clermont has fled Versailles, with nowhere to go and only her memories for company.
The whole fic on AO3
Phew! Writing smut is hard work. Hope you enjoy it! And if you don’t you can safely skip this chapter without losing any of the plot.
Sophie smiled up at Fabien, breathless over this new turn of events. She wasn’t sure what she had expected from her hasty proposal; if not anger, then most likely indifferent rejection, and certainly not this ardent admission of desire. Fabien touched her face, then cupped her chin as he leaned down to kiss her. It was a gentle kiss, but there was an urgency underneath which caused both butterflies to flutter inside Sophie at the same time it fuelled her own desire. She had never allowed herself to acknowledge in full how much she wanted Fabien, but now it seemed it focused her whole on him. Inside her stiff bodice, her nipples hardened and chafed against the fabric, and a sweet ache was growing low in her belly.
Fabien unlaced her gown, doing a much more efficient work than her maid ever had. The heavy fabric fell to the floor, followed by her petticoats, and Sophie stood only in her chemise. Fabien took a step back to remove his coat and waistcoat and feeling a little shy, Sophie half turned away and pulled the pins out of her hair. The moment the heavy coils of hair were loosened always felt like a moment of freedom; her hair flowing down her back reminding her she had, all day, held her head in a certain angle to counteract the weight of her hair. He kissed her again, his hands threading through her hair, caressing it, as the kiss grew deeper. Pressed against his body with only fine linen separating them, the butterflies in Sophie grew, for a moment overpowering her lust.
She had told Fabien she wanted a night when she wasn’t afraid; she was still terrified. Not of Fabien, but of her own reactions. When Thomas had caressed her she had not been unwilling; she had enjoyed his touch, but only up to a point. There was always something Thomas did; a caress too rough, or his body too crushingly heavy on top of her, and all desire Sophie felt went cold. The pain Cassel had inflicted on her was still present with Thomas if not as intense. Thomas never knew their lovemaking had only been bearable to Sophie because she knew he didn’t mean to hurt her. It had slowly grown better, and she had hoped she would learn to enjoy herself fully, given time, but there had never been time. Now she had invited Fabien to her bed, and she feared the same thing would happen again, even though she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life.
As if Fabien had read her thoughts, or perhaps because he was used to people who were scared, he paused.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
And she knew. Fabien, who was more capable of inflicting suffering than anyone else, had never wanted to harm her.
“Then sit down.”
Sophie sat on the edge of her bed, and Fabien kneeled down in front of her, removing first her shoes, and then her stockings. It was strange to see him in a position of supplication; the sense of intimidation his presence generally evoked diminished, and Sophie relaxed a little.
His fingers caressed her legs, a slow dance which caused her to shiver. Then his hands moved higher, gripping her hips and pulling her a little closer to him. He kissed the inside of one of her thighs, then another, each new kiss a little bit higher up. It was, Sophie found, suddenly hard to breathe. When he reached the apex of her legs, every muscle in Sophie’s body seem to lose all function, and she sank back on the bed, her legs parting even more. It had never occurred to her that this was something a man could do. There was enough force in the caresses Fabien’s mouth and tongue bestowed on her to send her into a deeper state of arousal, but it was a gentle touch too. All at once her entire world revolved around her vulva. It felt like every heartbeat sent heat away from it, throughout her body, only to return and pool back, feeling increasingly more intense. Sophie could feel fingers joining Fabien’s mouth and the one finger slipped inside her. Sophie involuntary tensed, but there was no pain, only a strong feeling of euphoria. Then another finger joined the first, pressing up and somehow the pressure paired with the caresses merged into a pulsating pleasure which caused Sophie to cry out loud.
Fabien withdrew to remove the rest of his clothes, and Sophie regained enough of her senses to move into the bed completely. She felt a twinge of disappointment that this, unexpectedly wonderful, part of lovemaking was over. For what Fabien had given her she would gladly endure the rest; she even thought she might enjoy it more than she ever had before, but the thought of a heavy body on top of her, holding her down still caused a prickle of panic to run through her. But when he climbed into bed, he only lay down beside her.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked, suddenly convinced she had done something which displeased him. She rolled over on her side so she could look at him, and Fabien mirrored her movements so he could kiss her again.
“Nothing is wrong.”
Fabien stroke her body, a calming gesture at first, but then his hands grow more eager, touching her breasts in a way which made Sophie gasp. His body pressed into hers and she could feel with no doubt he wanted her. He shifted again, his arms around her, so she rolled with him and she found herself straddling him.
At first, Sophie didn’t understand what he wanted her to do, but then it dawned on her. She raised herself slightly, Fabien’s manhood pressing urgently against her. She angled her hips, and he was inside her. It was strange to move as she liked; Sophie sank down a fraction, only to raise herself up again. The pain she expected didn’t come, and she slowly moved again, allowing more of Fabien inside her, and to her surprise, it only felt good. A little more daring she sped up, gyrating her hips at a faster pace until he was fully sheathed inside her. And it still didn’t hurt; the feeling of being filled only brought pleasure.
Sophie looked down on Fabien’s body displayed in front of her. He was beautiful, she thought, lean muscles under taut skin. Beautiful even with the marks of a hard life upon him; long healed scars on his abdomen and chest as well as many minor ones. A sudden feeling of freedom filled Sophie. Fabien could, she knew, do anything he wanted to her, and she could not stop him. But he didn’t; for all the violence she knew was within him, here and now he had submitted all his strength and power to her.
The room felt hot, and her long chemise tangled around her legs, hindering Sophie to move as she wanted. She pulled it over her head and Fabien’s eyes widened at the sight of her naked body, and his hips moved more insistently to meet her’s. His hands caressed her body, and Sophie moved faster. his hand came to rest on her hips; not to hold her down but to support. She leaned forward, her hands on each side of his head and her long hair fell around them, enclosing them in a tiny world, made only for them. She kissed him, and as she did so Sophie could feel him tense and shudder, his hands briefly tightened around her to hold her still as he reached his own climax.
For several minutes they remained like that, perfectly still as their breathing slowly returned to normal. When Sophie shifted to lay down, Fabien put his arms around her, but instead of making her feel trapped, she only felt safe. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, looking happier than she had ever seen him before. Afraid of speaking lest she would destroy the moment by saying the wrong thing, Sophie snuggled closer to his chest, and, exhausted by a day filled with emotions, fell asleep.
During the night, she woke up to find the bed empty. Fabien was standing by the window, staring out into the night. Sophie watched him in silence, unsure if she should speak to him, or not. But before she decided he came back, silently slipping in between the sheets and pulling her close to him, and Sophie soon slept again.
She dreamt no nightmares that night.
