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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Lucy_Steel/Funny_Valentine
  Character:
      Lucy_Steel, Funny_Valentine
  Additional Tags:
      Depression, Suicidal_Thoughts, AU, Vaginal_Fingering, Masturbation,
      Abandoned_Work_-_Unfinished_and_Discontinued
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-06 Updated: 2017-05-01 Chapters: 10/? Words: 20091
****** Renewal ******
by AjApril
Summary
     She missed Stephen. She missed her home with him. She missed what she
     had.
Notes
     This is my first fic and I've always liked the thought of this
     pairing. I haven't finished writing it, but I wanted some feedback as
     to if this is a good story to continue on. I really want the
     criticism, opinions and comments. Let me know if you'd like to read
     more of this story, thank you!
***** Is *****
The trees whistled as the wind grew stronger with every passing summer breeze.
The smell of grass, fresh flowers and a hint of honey hung in the air. Up above
was strewn with beautiful, puffy clouds that adorned a bright, July sky. She
had to continually tuck blonde hair behind a dainty ear every time the wind
tousled it loose. Her facial expression was blank; unsure if she even knew how
to smile anymore.
She missed Stephen. She missed her home with him. She missed what she had.
The tiles of the roof were uncomfortable against the bottom of her feet. She
picked nervously at the lace on the sleeve of her nightgown. It was a very
light pink gown that reached mid-shin with white lace on the edge of the skirt,
collar and long sleeves; The only thing she managed to save of her memory of
her husband. She didn’t like her new life. She wasn’t grateful, there was
nothing to be grateful for. This new home felt like a prison with the only
escape being her dreams.
She bit the inside of her lip lightly, feeling the weird hardness of muscle
between her teeth oddly satisfying at the moment. She should have waited until
night to do this, but she wanted to experience a summer day one more time.
Perhaps it reminded her of Stephen. She clenched her toes for the first time
since coming onto her balcony and climbing on the roof. She looked down at her
fate. Millions of thoughts rushing in at once that she felt herself begin to
get a headache. Her brain had been so mellow and dead for the past year that
this flood of information was unfamiliar.
She had shut her eyes as the growing pain in her temple was becoming too much,
with the added pain of the powerful sun rays she wasn’t used to. She grabbed
her skirt with sweat covered hands and pulled at the fabric anxiously, opening
her eyes again. She hadn’t eaten in a while, which was a contributing factor to
her feelings of illness that she hadn’t considered. Not like she needed food
for what she planned on doing anyway.
She stared at the welcoming grass below, wondering what this was going to feel
like, if she even felt it at all. Would it be like when she falls asleep at
night?
She hoped.
Slowly she bent her knees and had a clenched hand over her heart as if she
thought it would survive the fall. One more bite to the inside of her cheek and
she felt her heart leap before she did as her name was shouted from below from
an unseen angle. She stayed still as she heard panicked people below. Her heart
began racing with the unanticipated audience.
“LUCY!” Valentine had exclaimed in his beautiful voice that she hated. She was
frozen now, all feeling in her body gone. She could hear the servants trying to
pry her locked bedroom door open in a desperate attempt to come save her. She
didn’t care about them coming anyway, she had lost her resolve the moment
people had noticed her, wishing for once she wasn’t under constant watch.
Time had gone by so quickly it seemed when she heard Valentine’s voice closer
to her, behind her now. She stiffened. He must have used his frightening stand
to get up here quickly. “Lucy, please get down from the roof” he said in a
pleading voice that at this point she wanted to believe. Anything that she
could latch onto that would make this sickening feeling in her stomach go away.
“Please leave me alone” she said quietly as big globs of tears started
threatening to overflow from her doe eyes. “You know I won’t do that” he said
in a much calmer voice, not trying to scare her away more. She knew it would be
impossible at this point to jump, he’d catch her somehow with his stand. She
had given up the moment she was discovered on the roof anyway.
She had been working for months since her last mental episode to gain
everyone’s trust to give her more privacy and less monitoring. This was the
exact moment she had replayed in her head a thousand times, only it never quite
turned out like this. She felt defeated, again. “Lucy you know I want to trust
you—“ Valentine was cut off by Lucy’s sudden, sharp reply, “THEN LEAVE ME
ALONE!” she shouted as the tears started profusely rolling down her cheeks,
thankful her back was to him. Her voice and body was trembling, both from all
the sudden rush of emotions and the state of health.
She hadn’t purposely been lying about eating all her food at every meal, she
just had lost her appetite all together. She had lost a lot of things in fact
since coming here. Her sense of time, most of her body weight, her ability to
eat, to trust people and her motivation to do anything. She knew she was
technically the president’s wife and she had duties, but Valentine never gave
her those responsibilities, knowing she wasn’t capable of them yet, believing
she would be some day.
She had only slept about two hours the night before, with all the previous
nights being no exception. Her eyelids drooped even as she stood there on the
roof, wishing she could fall asleep and just dream about her and Stephen. The
tears had stopped now, her body being too exhausted and spent to produce any
more. Her shoulders felt heavy now that her arms just rested at her sides, her
head hung low as well as she stared at her well-kept toenails. Her body hygiene
was only decent on days that she would let the maids draw a bath for her. She
doesn’t pay attention to anything except sleeping most days, trying her hardest
to escape her prison as much as possible.
She had heard Valentine take a few steps towards her, but she made no attempt
to run or move away. She honestly hoped he would carry her to her bed and let
her sleep for the rest of the day. She tensed up when his arms had wrapped
around her from behind to trap her arms by her sides in a sickeningly
comfortable embrace. He tightened his hold slightly, nestling his face into her
hair which actually smelled nice. “She must have taken a bath last night” he
thought as he felt her heartbeat quicken with every passing second. She
obviously didn’t want to be on the roof anymore and back into her room. He
wasn’t opposed to that either. “Do you want me to take you back to your room?”
he asked quietly in her ear.
His voice was like a soft harp in her ear. A harp she wanted to bash in with
her fists. “I can do it myself” she muttered back, freeing herself from his
grasp. She walked to the edge of the roof above her balcony and gently climbed
back down the terrace to slowly make her way back to her inviting bed. She
could feel her skin was drenched in sweat and so was her nightgown, but she
desperately wanted to wrap up in her blankets. She heard Valentine follow
behind her as he climbed down the terrace as well and made sure she got back
into bed safely.
Halfway the across the room was all she managed before she noticed her knees
gave out and she had collapsed on the ground. Whether it was from exhaustion,
her growing fever or starvation, she didn’t really know. She just was glad she
could drift off to a dream with Stephen and Johnny.
Valentine had rushed to her side and picked her up gently, hoping she hadn’t
injured herself. He placed her into bed, pulling the covers over her and
rushing into the bathroom to grab a cold towel to put over her forehead. She
was breathing heavily in her sleep and she was burning up. If she wasn’t trying
to kill herself by jumping off the roof she was definitely trying to die from
illness. Valentine unlocked her door and informed the maids to call the doctor
they had on hand for house visits. He had stayed by her side for a while to
make sure she stayed asleep until the doctor arrived.
***** Fooled *****
“Johnny be careful! You could fall in!” Lucy shouted from across the river bank
as a strong wind picked up suddenly, the source of her concern. She fixed the
skirt of her dress since it had gone up her thigh, revealing more of her pale
skin. She let her toes wiggle in the soft, moist grass as she took a deep
breath, enjoying the fresh spring air. She was thankful for the tall tree above
her that provided shade, otherwise she might get slightly sunburned with her
fair skin. She picked at the grass that was surrounding the blanket she had
been sitting on as she watched Johnny interact with his son.
Lucy knew she was still young, but her motherly instincts had already began to
sprout and she was envious of Johnny and the happy life he had been able to
build after Gyro’s death. Not that she wasn’t happy with the way things were
now. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and she turned around to be greeted
by her husband. “Hey” she said softly with a big smile. Stephen had brought the
picnic basket with enough food for all 4 of them. He sat down next to her, not
setting out the contents of the basket until they were ready to eat. She
scooted closer to him and rest her head on his shoulder as they watched
Johnny’s son giggle and splash his father in the stream.
“Have you ever thought about…” she paused, nervous about asking something like
this. “Thought about what, love?” Stephen said as he gently grabbed her hand
and rubbed his thumb over her dainty fingers. “Starting a family…” she
hesitantly asked, knowing he would most likely be against the idea considering
their age gap. She felt him take a deep breath before he answered her, the wind
adding a nice cover up for the prolonged silence. “I’m not opposed, but we can
always talk about it later” he gripped her hand a little tighter. Her smile
faded a little bit, but she supposed that was a good enough answer for now.
“But you know how that’s done, right Lucy?” Stephen asked rather boldly. Lucy
stiffened, feeling her cheeks warm up from such a question. “I- Well yeah” she
stuttered, feeling a little embarrassed. They both knew she was a virgin to the
concept of sexual activities, sometimes Stephen wondered if she had ever kissed
anyone on the lips before. Lucy wasn’t dumb, she understood the basics of what
went on behind closed doors with couples. She just never had the chance to
share that experience with someone she really cared for, but now that she had
Stephen she felt it was long overdue. She wanted to start a family with this
man.
“But you know Lucy, why wait until we get home?” Stephen spoke up, his voice
sounded different, more serious than it usually was. She shifted her gaze to
his hand which had begun caressing her inner thigh underneath her dress. She
shifted uncomfortably. “Ah… but Johnny is here” she stuttered to come up with a
reason to stop this situation. She knew she had admitted to wanting to do
something like making love with her husband, but this was a little too
aggressive. “Who’s Johnny?” he said into her ear with a gruff voice. He darted
his tongue out from his mouth and began licking Lucy’s ear in a lewd manner
than made her stomach churn as if she could throw up. Her heartbeat began to
pick up rather quickly as she felt panic set in, Johnny and his son were
nowhere in sight. “I don’t think we should be doing this here” she said as she
pulled her hand from his grasp and tried pushing her husband away.
“Come on, don’t you want to satisfy me?” he asked as he pulled her close again,
his arm around her waist as he peppered her neck with kisses. Lucy was
speechless, he wasn’t wrong. She had just said she wanted to do something like
this with him, so why did she have this unsettling feeling that was telling her
to run and never look back. Deep down she knew why, Stephen would never do this
to her. Force himself onto her even though she was declining it after a second
thought. She flinched when she was pushed down onto her back. She hadn’t even
noticed that the sky had turned pitch black, their only audience being the
looming tree branches above.
Stephen had climbed on top of her and she began to struggle as he pinned her
wrists down. “Stephen please get off, you’re scaring me!” she said in a
panicked voice. “This is what you want Lucy, I know what’s best for you!” he
laughed lightly as he began unbuttoning the blouse part of her dress. She began
kicking her legs and struggling underneath his weight. “Get off! Please!” she
begged with tears beginning to prick her eyes. He obviously wasn’t listening
and just laughed at her, finding this somehow amusing. She stared up at him,
hoping he would stop, but he kept going further by revealing her slightly
underdeveloped breasts. His calloused hands began fondling them, with not much
care to whether or not Lucy was enjoying it. She was far from enjoying anything
right now.
He leaned down and sucked on her neck as he played with her breasts, pinching
her nipples and leaving a hickey. She didn’t feel good at all, like she might
throw up at any second. Tears had started rolling down her cheeks as she laid
motionless. She felt like she had brought this upon herself, this was her
fault. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, she just wanted to go home and never
speak of this again.
It wasn’t until she could feel that he was starting to inch his way towards his
true intentions that she started thrashing around again. “Get off! Get off!”
her shouts landed on deaf ears as her husband began slipping off her underwear.
She locked eyes with her attacker, not even recognizing him as her husband
anymore. She only hoped this was all a dream she could wake up from.
“Lucy! Lucy wake up! You’re safe!” a desperate voice continually shouted at her
sleeping form hoping she’d wake up from her nightmare soon. Lucy’s eyes shot
open, the bags under her eyes evidence to the lack of sleep she had gotten due
to that horrid dream. Her throat was dry and her voice felt hoarse. She brought
a hand up to her face, feeling wetness from sweat and tears. Her eyes wouldn’t
stop crying and in those few seconds of being awake she remembered her scary
dream and started crying harder with loud sobs escaping past her lips. Her
whole body still felt very hot form her fever and she began feeling a slight
pain grow in her temples again.
“Lucy, it’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re safe now. It’s okay” reassuring
words were being whispered in her ear as she realized she was being cradled in
a man’s arms. Her eyes shot open again, as she locked eyes with Valentine. He
wasn’t the one attacking her right now, he was actually cradling her and
comforting her. Something he usually did when she was in distress, but this
time it felt extremely comforting. She was too exhausted to care at this point.
She didn’t wrap her arms around him, but she did bury her face into his neck,
letting her tears stain his clothes for the meantime and as her sobs slowly
began dying down.
Valentine continually rubbed her back, rocking them both as if they were in a
rocking chair. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here” he kept repeating some
of the same words which didn’t mean much to her. She just wanted to feel warm
and protected. Her sobs had diminished to soft hiccups as she sniffled her nose
over and over again. Valentine slowly laid them both down onto the pillows
again, not letting her out of his grasp. She paid no mind to it, too tired to
care. Her eyes had been shut for a while now from all her crying. It wasn’t
hard for her to drift back to sleep after her pathetic hiccupping had stopped.
Her face had nestled into the front of his shirt as she found peace again in
her dreams.
He didn’t move the whole time she was asleep, knowing she needed this rest
desperately if he wanted her to get better at all. He was just worried about
what would happen when she woke up again.
***** Heal *****
The same dream had visited her, only this time it was completely different. It
wasn’t Stephen at her side, it was Valentine and he wasn’t trying to rape or
attack her. It was just a relaxing dream with Valentine in which they were
lovers. No hostility, no hate, no remembrance of what had happened. Just two
happy people together. Something Lucy never wanted to imagine with Valentine.
It was late in the night when Lucy had roused from sleep again. The room was
pitch black and her body was begging her to make slow movements as she tried to
remain conscious. The first thing she noticed was that this wasn’t the room she
remembered passing out in. She didn’t feel panicked, but hoped she was in a
safe place. Taking in her surroundings better she let her eyes flow around the
room as she tried to gain details from the objects in the room with the little
moonlight she had.
A big wardrobe loomed in the corner of the room, probably containing shoes or
clothes. A smaller dresser that probably contained undergarments and such stood
against the wall not too far away. At the foot of the bed was a small loveseat
which faced double doors that she only assumed was the way out or an entrance
to a bathroom. Her gaze shifted to where the moonlight was shining through the
two large windows with curtains that had been drawn. The bed she laid in was
the most inviting and warm place she had experienced since she’d been
introduced to her new life with Valentine.
She shifted a little, not caring about where she was, only that she wanted to
get more rest. Her eyelids began to droop again, sleep starting to take over,
before the other side of the bed had groaned under the weight of someone else.
Her eyes shot open, panic setting into her body as adrenaline pumped throughout
her body from her adrenal glands. The body that shared the other side of the
bed had scooted closer to her and draped an arm over her small waist. She
understood where she was now. Bile built up in her throat, whether from her
sudden panicked emotions or her sickness, she didn’t care which.
She quickly threw the arm off her, a blanket trying to tie her down to the bed
as she scrambled to the double doors she saw before, hoping that was the
bathroom. She was right and spotted the toilet quickly in the dark. She rushed
to it and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach, which consisted of
just acid and what little water she had consumed earlier. She rested her
feverish face against the toilet seat, liking the cool feeling it was giving
her. She shivered a little, feeling cold in her nightgown from her fever. She
turned her attention to the other person who had joined her in the bathroom.
Valentine had leaned down next to her and rubbed her back affectionately, which
should have seemed like a kind and caring gesture, but it only made her more
resentful. She turned away from him and pushed his hand away from her back
weakly. She could hear the sigh he emitted, hoping that was enough incentive to
tell him to leave her alone. It was already disgusting enough to wake up in his
bed.
“Please Lucy, the doctor can’t help right now” he paused, letting a silence
between them linger. “Please let me help you get better” he said in a quiet
voice as he brushed a piece of slightly sweaty hair behind her ear. She gripped
the toilet seat, attempting to dig her nails into the hard porcelain. Her pride
gnawed at her. She did want to die, but not in a painful way like illness. Just
like every other human being she hated being sick and she always seemed to
catch the worst kind of stomach flus and colds. This time it was worse with her
mental state and malnutrition, recovery was going to take a few weeks maybe, if
she was willing to cooperate.
A shaky breath escaped her chapped lips as she reached her shivering hand
towards the one he had offered to her. Helping her onto her feet again he
wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her slowly back to the bed. She was
hesitant at first, not wanting to sleep in his bed, but she felt like she could
throw up at any second and she didn’t want to walk all the way back to her
room. She sat on the edge of the bed, shivering and sweating onto the
bedsheets. Valentine had disappeared back into the bathroom to grab a cold
towel and a glass of water. When he returned Lucy had tried to gulp the whole
thing in one go, but he made sure she took slow sips, as to avoid another
vomiting episode. She gave the glass back to him and laid down underneath the
cocoon of blankets she made for herself. No amount of blankets seemed to
satiate her body as she still felt terribly cold and couldn’t stop shivering.
Valentine had pulled a chair from the corner of the room up to the side of the
bed so he could be there when she needed him. He placed the cold towel over her
forehead feeling her cheek with his hand. “The medicine must have worn off…” he
said quietly as he pulled his hand away. “Do you need more blankets?” he asked
as he stroked her cheek again. She glared at him in the dark, hoping he’d take
her menacing silence as a denial of his services, even if she really could use
as many blankets they had.
Another sigh came from him as he leaned back into the chair, wanting to at
least make sure she falls back asleep. She needed all the rest she could get.
If it meant he had to stay up all night and miss some of his appointments
tomorrow, then he’d do it.
Somehow through her shivering she managed to pass out from exhaustion.
Valentine had taken the towel from her head and laid it on the nightstand. A
few more minutes went by before he deemed it okay for him to try to go back to
sleep. If she woke up again in the middle of the night he’d be right there to
help her. He slipped into bed as gently as he could to avoid waking her up. She
didn’t even seem to move, the only indication that she was still alive was her
shaky breathing. He scooted closer until he touched her arm underneath the
blankets and felt how cold she was.
She wouldn’t like this in the morning, but if it meant she’d be warm and get
healthy faster he’d do it. He pulled her close to his frame and cradled her in
his warm embrace. She showed slight discomfort from being moved by letting out
a small whine. Lucy was divine. Cute, strong and amazing in every way. They’d
be the perfect power couple if she would just stop refusing him and come to her
senses. He would never push it onto her, knowing that would make her more
repulsed by the whole idea. He had to let this take as much time as it needed.
He kissed the top of her head, muttering to himself “In sickness and in
health…” before slipping into dreams he wouldn’t remember in the morning.
***** Leisure *****
No dreams had returned to her that night. The whole room remained silent and
still, as if you could hear dust begin to collect on the married couple in the
bed. Blue eyes opened slowly, feeling swollen and puffy still from her sickness
and involuntary crying. Her body felt weak, as usual when she tried to move
around in bed, noticing the strong hold that had been keeping her in place.
Panic set in when she realized the neck she had so lovingly nuzzled into was
none other than Valentine’s.
Shoving herself quickly away, falling off the bed in the process and hitting
her head on the wooden floor. She groaned as a headache throbbed in her skull
from the impact. She clutched her head in her hands, rocking back and forth
slightly to make the pain subside in some way. Valentine had awoken and was at
her side immediately. He pushed her hands away and checked for bleeding or any
bruising. Everything checked out fine, other than the slight bruise that had
begun to form on her knee from when she fell yesterday, but that was to be
expected.
Upon further inspection he noticed she smelled just as sick as she still
looked. Color still absent from her cheeks and a fever beginning to start
throughout her body once more. He lifted Lucy up into his arms, deciding it
time she take a bath to hopefully make her feel better while they waited for
the doctor to come back. Once they were in the bathroom again he set her onto
her feet, making sure she could stand properly before leaning over the bathtub
and getting a bath started for her.
Lucy chewed at the inside of her mouth again. What was keeping her from
fighting him? She remembered the first few months of her stay here she had
tried attacking him any time he came into her room or spoke to her. What was
his purpose behind helping such a lost, silly girl? It wasn’t like she was
showing any signs of reciprocating his feelings towards her. So why didn’t he
just get it over with and let her die, let her jump off the roof, let her
starve. She could be so predictable sometimes, yet he was so confusing and it
frustrated her.
The sound of rushing water was very comforting. Hot steam started filling up
the room only after a few seconds. She felt Valentine behind her, with his
hands on her shoulders. “May I disrobe you?” he asked. She answered him with
silence, not wanting to hear how weak her voice would sound. At this point he
knew it didn’t matter what he did, so he slipped the sleeves of her night gown
off of her shoulders. The gown slipped off revealing her naked form. She had
grown emaciated, her ribs just beginning to show on her body. This troubled
Valentine greatly as he stared at her back and how the large rivets of her
spine protruded from her skin.
Lucy didn’t need much coercing to step into the water. The tiles of the
bathroom floor were cold and now she had no clothing to cover her shivering
form. She lifted her legs and dipped them into the water, feeling a wonderful
sting from the hot water. She descended into the water until everything was
submerged but her head and shoulders. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath
of steam and feeling at bliss for once, forgetting how much bathing helped with
her sanity at times. Valentine’s presence could have been forgotten if he
hadn’t turned off the flow of water, leaving a silence that was only
interrupted by a drip of water every so often.
He stared at her in the water. A true image of a goddess with her blonde hair
and petite body. She was perfect for him and he wished she could see that and
how much he cared for her, more than anyone could. More than that retched
Stephen she so desperately clung to still. He got onto his knees next to the
tub, leaning in slowly to plant a kiss on her forehead. She flinched away,
opening her eyes to glare at him, eyebrows knitted together. “Don’t” she said
sternly. “And why not?” he quickly retorted. They were trapped in each other’s
gazes before he spoke again, “Should I not be able to kiss my wife?”. Water
continued to drip, making their stare down even more unpleasant. Once again,
she answered him with silence. “How long will you do this?” he broke the
silence that she had wanted to keep.
Her body shook slightly as she tried to keep her tears in; her eyes burned
enough already. Her shaky voice spoke up “Until you feel the same pain I did
when I lost Stephen”. Valentine stood up quickly right as a maid came in with
breakfast for Lucy, making a swift escape from the room, slamming the door
shut. He of course never wanted to be mad at Lucy, but he was getting so tired
of her constant dedication to that man. He was dead and gone and he hadn’t
anticipated the bond they had had. She was willing to give anything and
everything for him; that made jealousy brew in Valentine.
Never before had Lucy seen Valentine get furious with her words, he had always
been patient and kind with her, even in her worst moments. She slumped further
into the bath, water coming up to her nose as she was left to stew with her
thoughts.
***** Horizon *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a little short, but it's just sort of to move things
     along a little more and set things up for my later chapters. There
     will be a little bit of smut in the next chapter, so stay tuned.
     Thanks for reading!
August had come fast, the weather was beginning to settle and get ready for
fall. Most days were still warm and bright, at least that’s what she could tell
from the window in her room. It only a short amount of time she had managed to
get over her illness and everyone was working on helping her gain weight again.
It was weird, but she looked forward to meals sometimes now, which to the maids
was a huge improvement, even if she was only sipping on soup and munching on
crackers. Baby steps were still progress anyway.
She missed being free enough to go outside and feel the grass beneath her toes,
but of course those days were when she was with Stephen. These days she wasn’t
allowed to go to the bathroom without someone in the direct vicinity.
However, every now and then Valentine would come into her room and invite her
to go on a walk in the evenings through the mansion’s gardens. The deal was
that she had to stay by his side while they walked, but she wasn’t required to
talk to him if she didn’t want to, which she hardly ever did. This was too big
of an offer to pass up, so she always nodded her head and followed him outside.
She liked staring at the flowers and several different kinds of bushes that
adorned the cobble-stoned paths. Getting a whiff of fresh air felt amazing in
her lungs and feeling the sunshine on her skin was welcoming too. Occasionally
Valentine would ask her a simple question, maybe about how her health was or
any books she had read lately.
He knew how much she hated being cooped up in her room, but how else was he
supposed to watch her while he was busy. That’s why he made it important to let
her out a few days every week with him. It was a chance for them to bond and
for her to become more comfortable around him, even if it’s only a little. They
walked in silence for the most part, just listening to the buzzing bees and the
soft tap of a pebble being kicked by one of their feet.
“The maids have been telling me that you’re eating again” he brought up to
break the silence. She hesitated in her steps slightly before continuing to
walk. She didn’t like it when he tried to talk. His voice was inviting and she
didn’t want to feel that way around him. When she really wasn’t in the mood to
talk she just wouldn’t answer him at all. Deep down she was afraid he’d get fed
up again and storm out like he had done before, but he never does. He was very
patient with her, but she couldn’t see why he would be. Probably because he saw
her as an innocent child.
“I like the chowder… that Marie makes…” she commented softly while stroking a
rose and avoiding eye contact. It might have seemed like a small statement of
opinion to anyone else, but to Valentine it was always huge progress when she
actually replied to him and gave him real answers. He liked learning about her,
she was so aloof that whenever he got a new piece of information he felt like
he had won a prize. “I see….” He smiled softly and gazed at her fondly,
admiring the way her blonde eyelashes shined in the evening sunlight.
Lucy leaned down to a bushel of lilacs, commenting “These one’s smell the
best…” before standing back up. Valentine quietly followed by her side, trying
not to act like he was excited that she was speaking more. “I’m very happy that
you’re on the road to recovery, you’ve made fantastic process in these past few
weeks…” he paused, testing the waters before saying his next words. “Perhaps
you may be healthy enough to bear a child soon” he reached for her hand that
rest by her side before she flinched away from him, taking a few steps back to
greaten the distance. She looked like a terrified doe.
He had screwed up the process again. He needed to be more patient with her, as
much as it frustrated him.
Lucy went around him and ran back towards the mansion, not bothering to look
behind her. She knew he would leave her alone for the rest of the night, which
is one thing she was thankful for. Bursting into her room, hoping to find it
empty so she can close the curtains and fall asleep in bed, she found her
favorite maid Marie changing her bed sheets. “Lady Lucy, I was just finishing
making up your bed, it’ll just be a few more minutes, okay dearie?”. Lucy
walked over to Marie and stood in front of her, staring down at her feet. This
woman had been the only person who she had trusted since coming here, so she
liked to cry on her shoulder when she was around.
Marie opened her arms, understanding what had happened. “President Valentine
said something odd again, didn’t he?” she asked quietly as she wrapped her arms
around Lucy’s tiny body. Lucy just nodded her head and let her tears fall down
her cheeks and soak into Marie’s maid uniform. “Will you stay and watch me
sleep again tonight?” Lucy asked through a froggy throat. “Of course, anything
for my Lucy” she replied as she stroked the top of her head not even having to
ask what had happened that evening in the gardens.
***** Statues *****
Chapter Notes
     This is an intro-smut chapter, more to come later in the story. But
     just a reminder that Lucy is about 14-15 in this fic and there is a
     sexual scene in this chapter, so if you don't like that kind of stuff
     don't read it! Thank you again!
Winter was here, she hadn’t spoken to Valentine in what seemed like weeks.
Their daily walks outside had completely stopped, he says it’s because of the
snow, but she knows that there’s an ulterior motive to keeping her inside. It’s
just another way to make her desperate, bored and more willing to cooperate.
Winter is her least favorite season, but she sees the beauty behind the
sparkling snow in the mornings and the crisp, chill air at night. She wouldn’t
mind being let outside just to hear the snow crunch under her feet, but
Valentine was probably worried she’d get sick too easily.
She remembered last winter being like this too. Valentine was distant, kept
their interactions short and precise. In a way, she looked forward to winter
just for that fact. He seemed to change with the seasons. Warm and fun in the
summer, cold and distant in the winter. There was still a lot of things she
didn’t know about him, yet he seemed to know everything about her. Sometimes it
bothered her to know that, but what did she expect after living with him for
almost 2 years now. He was bound to observe her little habits and mannerisms,
just like Stephen had.
All the maids who were assigned to check up on her always fretted upon lighting
some candles and getting some light in the room. They knew how unhealthy it was
to sit in her stagnant, dark room, day in and day out just staring out at the
blank canvas of snow. Every time they attempted to light candles she would
softly scold them. Her room was lit daily with the brightness of the snow
outside and the occasional sunshine. She never did like the smell candles gave
off, and the natural light was somehow relaxing to her.
She hadn’t really noticed it herself, but she had begun to eat bigger meals,
managing to keep them down, and she sometimes was allowed to walk around the
mansion, with an accompanying maid of course. She wondered how long it would be
before she received freedom again, the thought alone made her sad, so she tried
not to meddle on it for too long.
Today was particularly dark. The sun was hidden behind gray clouds. The
probability that it was going to snow more later that evening was high. Lucy
laid comfortably on her side in her burrow of blankets. This was one of her
favorite spots in the room, besides the chair that sat in front of the window.
She had a bookcase, always filled with plentiful amounts of reading material,
some of which Valentine would discuss with her from time to time. She wished
she could have a diary sometimes, to keep the days in track and write down
memories she could remember of Stephen, but she knew it would be found and
Valentine would most likely read it, so she never bothered to ask.
There wasn’t much other than the copious amounts of books in her room to
satisfy and keep her brain from becoming mush, but she just assumed that’s what
Valentine had intended. Maybe he hoped she would frolic to his office when she
was bored and try to bother him for attention like a cute little house wife.
The thought alone was something she wouldn’t even have done for Stephen. Maybe
if he had asked, but she was a lot different without Stephen in her life
anymore, or Johnny… or Gyro.
There was a lot she tried to remember about the Steel Ball Run race, things she
wished she could’ve prevented, things she wished she could relive.
Among the few things she was allowed to do in the privacy of her room, touching
herself was one she tried to keep a secret. She had been almost caught by the
maids while in the bathtub or lounging on her bed. She has been more careful
about where and when she does pleasure herself, but she’s just thankful she
hasn’t been caught by Valentine. She is pretty sure he wouldn’t let her live
that down and her pride would deflate like a balloon immediately. She’s not
sure she could look him in the eye if that happened, but he hardly checked up
on her anymore anyway so she figured now was a better time than not.
She sat up in bed and listened for any oncoming footsteps towards her room, or
any talking that might indicate that someone was nearby. After a few minutes
she felt she was in the clear, she pushed her several blankets off and sat up
comfortably against the headboard. She lifted the hem of her skirt up her thigh
so she could slip into her underwear. She rarely masturbated, so she was fairly
amateurish to it in the eyes of someone else, but she just did what made her
comfortable. She pulled her knees up close to her chest. She kept her underwear
on in case someone was to come in suddenly, that way she could cover up easily,
but today was Monday and she knew the routines of the maids by heart. They
wouldn’t bring in lunch for at least another hour. She started off her private
session by confidently taking off her underwear and laying it down next to her.
Her hand made its way back to her vagina where she finally reached her clit.
She began rotating her fingers in a slow clock-wise motion over the nub,
sparking a feeling throughout her entire body. She hadn’t done this in a while
and it appeared she was pretty sensitive. She avoided inserting her fingers
inside herself because most of the time it felt uncomfortable and odd. Perhaps
it was the angle she was trying to enter herself at, but she gave up after the
first few times of trying to stimulate sex with her fingers.
Everyone knew how quiet of a person she could be and that applied in bed as
well. She didn’t make much moaning sounds, just a lot of panting and little
quiet gasps. This came in handy since she was trying to hide her masturbation
sessions.
She focused on continually rubbing her clit in a circle, squeezing it sometimes
to incite a spark of electricity in her belly. She never fondled her breasts,
never feeling the need to. She had tried several times to see if pinching her
nipples or grabbing at her breasts desperately would excite her body further,
but it hardly ever did anything. She wondered sometimes if she was doing a lot
of these things wrong, but she didn’t care at the moment, it just was about
reaching her climax. She could feel a very thin lair of sweat build on her
forehead underneath her long bangs. Every now and then her body would twitch
with excitement, usually a sign that she was getting close to her release, but
this time she wanted to prolong it, not like she had any appointments to attend
or anything.
Inching her finger down a little bit she rubbed at her entrance, feeling a
thick slick form, dripping down to her anus. That excited her more for whatever
reason, going back to rubbing furiously at her clit. She watched her fingers at
work before snapping her head up at the noise that was made across the room.
Someone was opening the door. She pulled her hand away and pulled her dress
down immediately.
“I’m coming in Lucy” his velvety voice chimed as he stepped inside her private
abode. Valentine had decided to make an appearance on today of all days at this
exact time. Was he somehow watching her or something? She suddenly felt very
self-conscious and embarrassed. Maybe he had been watching her somehow and was
coming in to finish the job or something. She shook this idea out of her head
and hoped he wouldn’t think anything was out of the ordinary.
After shutting the door, he turned around and locked eyes with Lucy. Her face
was a little pink and her hair seemed a little disheveled in the back. “Are you
feeling alright? You look flushed” he made his way over to her side of the bed,
taking a seat on the mattress and reaching his hand out to feel at her
forehead. She flinched slightly, but he was used to it. “You do feel a little
hot, are you feeling alright? I hope you’re not getting sick again” he
mentioned as his gaze shifted over to her panties that laid right next to her.
Following his gaze, she froze, feeling her heartbeat begin to speed up again.
Oh god, the one thing she didn’t want to happen was becoming a reality. Maybe
she could just say she was in the middle of changing when he suddenly came in.
“I see…” was all he muttered before he exhaled out of his nose. He locked eyes
with Lucy, not breaking his intimidating stare. “Want to tell me what’s really
going on… darling?” he said in his sickeningly sweet voice.
Feeling locked in his stare, she couldn’t pull her gaze away as her whole face
heated up. She was definitely caught and there was no talking her way out of
it. She just stayed silent, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Was he going to
mock her for being so childish, or was he going to ravish her like a wild
animal like what Stephen tried to do in her dream.
“It’s okay if you’re sexually frustrated Lucy… a beautiful woman like you
shouldn’t have to deny her own needs”. He rested his hands in his lap, trying
to cover his excitement that she had feelings like this at all. He had never
even caught signs of her being sexually active in any way so he assumed she
didn’t know that sex was a thing at all. A scared stare and silence was all he
received from her. “You don’t have to stop just because I’m in the room, I’m
your husband. You should feel comfortable enough to come to me about these
things” he smiled and reached a hand up to caress her cheek, which she found
that his hand was very warm, even through his gloves.
“I want you to continue touching yourself” he commanded boldly as he ran a
thumb over her plump lips. She opened her mouth a little, almost feeling like
she wanted to suck on his thumb, for whatever reason. She felt like she wasn’t
herself in the moment. Sexual cravings could be a scary thing. All she could
manage was a small head shake to deny his command. He figured as much, not like
she would suddenly do something like that for him, even after being fully naked
in front of him before.
“I bet you’re itching to be touched right now, am I right?” he leaned close to
her face as he said this. She replied with big eyes and more silence. She
watched him as he slipped off his gloves, it felt naughty to even see his bare
hands. They were beautiful and this moment made her realize she hadn’t seen his
hands in a long time. He always wore those gloves for whatever reason, she
assumed it was a germ thing. His hands looked well moisturized, short clean
nails with no scars or odd bumps. She bet he’d look great with a lot of rings
adorned on his fingers, which bothered her to admit that there was anything
beautiful about him.
He grabbed the hand that had been assaulting her cunt not two seconds ago and
took a moment to admire the slight slick that had collected on her palm and
fingers. She was incredibly embarrassed at this point, her face had to have
been a million shades of red. He pulled her hand to his face, breathing in her
scent before opening his mouth and licking a line up her pointer finger. She
tasted like he had imagined, sweet and bitter at the same time. He pulled two
fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, getting all the residue off before
pulling them from his mouth. She had to admit that there was a strange stirring
in her belly from watching and feeling him do that. This whole moment was very
odd and she wasn’t sure what she should do.
“There is something I can do for you to make you feel very good my love. Will
you let me try it?” he asked as he caressed her knee fondly. Her rebuttal was
just more silence. Valentine assumed that she could just push him away and
scream if she really wanted him to stop, so he continued without a proper
answer. This could all end terribly, or it could boost their relationship to a
whole new level. This could have been the moment he was waiting for. A chance
to make her dependent on him. It might not have been the way he wanted to be
depended on, but it was a start.
He scooted closer to her on the bed and put both hands on her knees. He felt a
little resistance to pulling open her legs, but he gave her a reassuring look
that there was nothing to be embarrassed or afraid of. She relaxed the muscles
in her legs and let him open her legs to reveal her pussy, still glistening in
her juices. Her clit was engorged from not being touched in the past few
minutes from all the stimulation she had given it not too long ago. She gripped
tightly at her bed sheets, anticipating something to happen, what she was
expecting she wasn’t sure.
“My god Lucy… you’re a goddess” he muttered before reaching a hand towards her
sex. He made contact with the entrance of her vagina, slathering his finger in
her slick before licking it off his finger again; loving the way she tasted.
Lucy could feel the way her vagina twitched for the attention, she wanted to
yell at him to do something. It was becoming unbearable to just sit here and
let him stare at her private parts, it was exciting her more if that was
possible. She shifted her legs in a fidgeting manner, biting the inside of her
lip, an old habit that she was bringing back unconsciously.
Locking eyes with her he could see the familiar look of wanting. She looked so
deliciously desperate and he could’ve have asked for more. “I won’t make you
wait any longer darling”. He stroked her labia, feeling her physically beg him
to touch her clit. Which he gladly obliged finally. He began squeezing her nub
and massaging the area around it, getting more pleasure from indirectly
touching it. Lucy let a gasp out before she slapped a hand over her mouth, not
liking the way she sounded in the moment.
He didn’t mind that she was being quiet, it would be better that nobody walks
in on them right now, besides, her silence was all more enticing. It encouraged
him to try to see if he could make more sounds come out of her mouth, maybe
even make his name roll off her delightful tongue. He played with her clit,
enjoying every time she twitched and had to bite her hand to avoid gasping and
panting out loud. She had her eyes tightly shut which meant he was doing a good
job, but he bet she’d enjoy the next part even more.
Sliding a finger down her sex he stopped at the entrance of her flushed pussy.
His middle finger slowly slid into her, not needing any sort of lube since she
was plenty wet already just from clit stimulation. He fit half of his finger
in, letting her decide how much she liked the feeling. He gauged her facial
expressions well as her eyes were still shut and she had taken her hand off of
her mouth to grip tightly at the bed sheets again. He inserted his finger
further, getting all the way down to the knuckle not breaking eye contact with
her red face. She was absolutely gorgeous right now, the perfect image for
ecstasy.
Pulling his finger out slowly, he inserted it again when it was halfway out,
continuing this process and making sure to go slow, knowing how fragile Lucy
could be. With the reactions he was receiving and the fact that she hadn’t run
away in disgust was reason enough to believe he was doing a good job.
Lucy didn’t want to open her eyes, knowing he’d be staring right back at her,
wanting her to say something naughty. She couldn’t believe she was even letting
his happen right now. Holding hands with him was out of the question, yet right
now she was letting him fondle her in the most private of ways. How was she
going to remind him their relationship was nothing more after this. She felt
like she was losing her mind right now from pleasure and couldn’t think
straight. Her body just continually craved more and more, wanting that ache in
her belly to go away.
Valentine continued pumping his one finger in and out before he finally brought
his other hand into the mix to rub at her clit and provide more stimulus. He
wiggled his finger slightly inside of her, curling it every time it hit its
peak inside of her, which got the most reaction every time from her. It was all
so sudden, but he felt an excessive amount of fluid leak out onto his hand as
her body froze and her pussy convulsed around his finger. She must have reached
her climax, not used to all this attention.
He pulled his finger out of her, once again licking off her juices and savoring
the flavor of her orgasm. He grabbed his gloves and stuffed them into his
jacket pocket as he leaned forward and kissed her gently on her sweaty
forehead. “I love you my sweet Lucy” he whispered before rubbing lovingly at
her chin then making his leave from her room.
It wasn’t until she heard the door finally close behind him that she opened her
eyes and let her body relax on her bed. Going slack and letting out her long
breaths of exhaustion. How had that escalated to that level. She felt so
ashamed that she had let the man who kill Stephen touch her like that. She
curled up in a ball and began sobbing quietly to herself, hating that she gave
in so selfishly to something like sexual pleasure. She gave herself so
willingly and he was never going to treat her the same. Things were only going
to get worse from here and she knew it. The next few months were going to be
the hardest.
Sleep came easily and she didn’t wake up for a few hours, the maids hadn’t
bothered to wake her up until dinner time, making sure she ate something.
Nobody seemed to act any different around her which made her less embarrassed
by the whole fiasco. She ate her dinner in the dining room for once, hoping
Valentine had already gone to bed at this hour, but of course he hadn’t. He
strolled into the room and took his usual seat at the head of the table. Didn’t
look like he came here to eat silently; which she had hoped he would do.
Her meal was clearly not finished, but she wanted to leave so badly. She
couldn’t even look him in the eyes, feeling disgusted with herself. Grabbing
her plate and standing up she felt Valentine grab her wrist to stop her. She
locked eyes with him and shivered slightly at the feel of his gloved hand on
her, knowing what it was capable of now. “Please, do not feel uncomfortable
Lucy. What happened will stay between you and me” he paused before continuing.
“Eat. Please” he let go of her wrist and gestured towards her place mat on the
table.
She stared for a few more moments before taking her seat again at the table.
They sat in silence, she avoided his piercing gaze. She hated how much he loved
to observe her, as if she was some sort of pet he was keeping. She wasn’t sure
if she was in the position to ask for things right now, but considering she
wanted to clear the air and she rarely asked for anything she gave it a shot.
“Can I visit Stephen’s grave tomorrow?” she asked quietly as she stirred her
soup idly with boredom. Valentine knew Lucy didn’t ask for much and he loved to
spoil her above and beyond when she did ask for things, but he honestly wished
she had asked for literally anything else. The last time he took her to
Stephen’s grave she cried the whole day and didn’t come out of her room for
weeks.
The prolonged silence was eating alive at her mind. She desperately wanted to
go out, feeling stir crazy and she wanted to lay a wreath on Stephen’s grave
for the winter.
“If it’s what you truly desire then we can leave tomorrow morning” he reached
to touch her hand, but she pulled it away, tucking it underneath the table. He
stood from the table and kissed the top of her head as he made his way out of
the dining room. “Get plenty of sleep love, we’ll leave early”. Big tears
welled up in her eyes as she waited for him to be long gone. Finally, alone
again she broke into a soft sob.
***** Farewell *****
Chapter Notes
     Not really smut, but we're getting there!
Morning time had finally arrived. Sunlight was blaring through her closed
curtains, blinding her sleepy eyes. She laid in bed staring off at nothing in
particular, just thinking about a million things. She let out a big sigh before
sitting up in bed, just as her maid Marie knocked on her door to ask for
permission to enter. “Ah, you’re already awake. I shall set out your outfit for
today while you go get cleaned up” she smiled and began making Lucy’s bed as
she walked to the bathroom, slipping off her nightgown once inside.
After dunking herself underneath the water a few times she scrubbed at her hair
with high quality shampoos and conditioners so her hair would be shiny and
brilliant today. She had to get dolled up for Stephen, hoping that he would see
her when she visited today. She had hopes that he could see her.
Once she stepped out of the bath and dried herself off she put on the dress
that Marie had laid out for her. It was long-sleeved, poofy and in a dark green
color. The total opposite of what she was used to wearing, but she figured it
was bulky and had so many layers because of the weather outside. She didn’t
like wearing dark colors since Stephen said they didn’t work with her
complexion, hair or beautiful eyes. Which is why she adored wearing pinks and
bright blues so much.
It usually takes a while for her hair to dry so she sat in front of her
bathroom mirror continually brushing through the same strands of hair, like she
was in a daze. She thought about putting on makeup today, but she knew Stephen
liked her best when she looked natural. Maybe some lipstick won’t hurt, she did
like the playfulness behind lipstick. She came out of her daze to notice
someone in the doorway in the mirror, admiring her from a distance. She locked
eyes with Valentine and froze up. She honestly would rather not see him for a
few weeks, immediately remembering what had happened yesterday between the two
of them.
“Such a lovely dress, did Marie pick it out for you?” he paused as he had
walked up behind Lucy to rest his hands on her shoulders; she visually
stiffened. “Such a shame, you’d look much better in a lavender color to me” he
smiled and ran his hands through her damp hair, getting a faint smell of her
shampoos and conditioners. She refused to lock eyes with him, only remaining
silent, still too embarrassed to even be mad about anything. After all, she let
it happen. She could’ve pushed him away, could’ve screamed. Done something, but
she didn’t.
“Well, once you’re ready we’ll leave, see you soon love” he kissed the top of
her head and left the bathroom, leaving her to catch her breath. Why had she
been holding her breath, maybe she was afraid of Valentine now instead of just
angry. He could do those things to her at any moment and what if she didn’t do
anything about it. He could take advantage of her, but… was he really taking
advantage of her? She had certainly wanted him to continue to do those things
to her yesterday, but maybe that was her body lying to herself. It was all very
confusing and filled her with emotions that she didn’t want to confront right
now. All she wanted to do was see Stephen.
Once her hair was almost dried she tucked it behind her ears, slipped on her
snow shoes and a bonnet to get ready to leave. She took one last look in the
mirror and smiled a little, feeling excited to see Stephen after so long. She
thought about it and it must have been almost a year ago since she had seen him
last, it was far too long.
Valentine and Lucy stepped inside the carriage; even though Lucy had insisted
they walked since she didn’t like carriages much. The carriage rode over the
snow with just the sound of the horses’ hooves hitting snow to be heard. She
looked out the window hoping Valentine wouldn’t try to talk to her,
understanding her limits have been broken a lot in the past few days. Instead
he reached his hand to cover her gloved hands. “You look cold darling” he
smiled once they locked eyes and rubbed his thumb affectionately over hers. She
shivered a little from his touch, but she told herself it was from the cold
temperatures. She didn’t pull away like she usually does since these gloves did
very little to insulate her frail hands. She just looked away and focused her
gaze outside, trying to recognize some land features that would say that they
were almost to his grave.
Once about 30 minutes had passed, it felt like forever with Valentine holding
her hand, they finally made it, the carriage coming to a complete stop. She
stepped out before Valentine, not needing anyone’s help to get out of the
carriage. She didn’t wait and walked over to the graveyard’s gate, thanking god
that there was no one here this early in the morning. She stopped before
stepping inside the graveyard to request something from Valentine. Turning
around she spoke up quietly, “Can you please wait in the carriage… I’ll only be
a few minutes... I promise”.
He seemed a little surprised at her request, but he shrugged slightly and
brought her gloved hand to his lips to give it a chaste kiss. “Anything for you
my darling Lucy” he smiled at her, making her stomach do that flip-flop thing.
He walked back towards the carriage, not stepping inside. He still wanted to
have a close eye on her in case she maybe tried to make a run for it or
something, not like she’d last in the wilderness during this winter. He knew
she wasn’t that stupid.
Lucy pushed open the graveyard’s gate, hearing the familiar squeak from old
age. She had his plot memorized in the layout of the graveyard and immediately
walked towards it. Once she had made it to his grave she slowed down and just
stared at the name on the gravestone. She didn’t feel anything in this moment,
just taking a deep breath. She read the name over and over again before it
finally hit her and she got down on her knees slowly, feeling heavy tears roll
down her cheeks. “Stephen…” she sobbed out quietly, letting her tears fall and
melt the snow on his grave.
“Hi honey, I came to visit today… Sorry I haven’t visited in a while, it hurts
a lot to see you like this” she smiles to herself and touches the gravestone,
letting her fingertips go over the engraved letters. “I miss you a lot….” She
paused, trying not to cry too hard, knowing he would want her to be strong.
“But I’ve gotten better since last time… I’m eating again and I don’t get sick
all the time, I hope you’re proud of me” she covered her mouth trying to not
let more hot tears seep from her eyes.
Valentine could hear from his spot very faintly that Lucy was talking. This is
usually what she did, but this is the first time she has asked him to wait by
the carriage. He could understand wanting to be alone with a dead loved one, he
honestly didn’t like hearing her muffled cries. Stepping in would surely anger
her though, so he remained where he was asked to stand.
“I know you don’t like dark colors on me, but my maid Marie picked it out for
me. I kind of like it a little…” she picked at the sleeves of her dress and
continued talking as if Stephen was right there. The longer she talked the more
she felt at peace and could feel a warmth around her. She wasn’t superstitious,
but she liked to believe Stephen waited for her here and listened intently,
wishing he could say something back to her. “I wish I could have brought
flowers, but they would have died so quickly in this weather” she wiped at her
face and sniffled her nose a few times. The cold was starting to affect her and
she was feeling rather chilly. “I think my time is almost up, but I will see
you again soon”. Lucy leaned forward on her knees and softly kissed the
headstone, before standing up and brushing the snow off her dress. “I love you
Stephen… bye bye” she faintly waved goodbye as if Stephen was standing right
there.
She slowly walked away, actually feeling a little happy at the moment. The
tears had somewhat stopped and she could feel Stephen’s love all around her
again. She left through the graveyard gate and met back with Valentine,
accepting his hand to help her up into the carriage. Once they were both inside
they began the journey back to the mansion. She twiddled her thumbs together
feeling all those emotions begin rushing back into her. This is what always
happened when she left his grave. She’d feel fine, but once the initial journey
back was being made she felt incredibly sad. She burst into a sob, covering her
face with her gloved hands.
Valentine quickly wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her with his
cooing words and soft “shhh”’s. “My darling Lucy… I hate to see you like this”
he pet her head and just rocked her gently in his arms as she continued to sob.
When she had quieted down a little he pulled her hands away from her face. She
had red eyes, a red nose from being in the cold and dried tears on her cheeks.
He held her face in his hands and wiped at the tears that were in her eyes. She
sniffled and stared at him, not sure how she should feel right now. He pulled
her towards him slightly as he leaned in for a soft kiss on the lips.
The kiss was chaste and meant to calm her, she knew that, but it just reminded
her again of what had happened yesterday. Her heart fluttered and her stomach
began to churn with nervousness, but again she didn’t pull away from the kiss.
She liked the feeling the kiss gave her. Made her feel warm everywhere and it
made her feel… loved? If that was possible with Valentine. He had pulled away,
leaving a small distance between their lips, locking eyes with her, most likely
waiting for a response of anger, but Lucy didn’t feel angry. She wanted to feel
more of that warmth and love right now.
Lucy didn’t think twice and leaned in again for another kiss, putting her hands
on Valentine’s chest, feeling how physically shocked he was. She was certain he
wasn’t expecting this at all today. He began to actually kiss her, moving his
lips over hers and slightly encouraging her to do the same. He assumed her and
Stephen had never kissed and he could tell she didn’t know what to do during a
kiss. This might be the only kiss he gets for a while so he guided her slowly.
He sucked on her bottom lip, lightly, puckering his lips every time he moved.
He pulled away to give them both a chance to gather what they were feeling and
he wasn’t given a chance to think before Lucy was on his lips again. She had
even wrapped her arms around his neck, giving more initiative in the kiss by
trying to copy what Valentine had been doing 5 seconds ago. He had moved his
hands so that they wrapped comfortably around his waist as she got closer to
him. He wasn’t sure if he should try to French kiss her, but she did sort of
hop on him like a desperate puppy, so why not?
Valentine stuck his tongue out of his mouth and began licking at her lips
subtly, hoping not to freak her out. She responded almost immediately by
opening her mouth and moving her tongue over his. He couldn’t believe all of
this was happening, all the blood in his body was rushing south and he was
getting very excited. He wasn’t going to push things, but he wanted to see how
they’d go. She didn’t seem like she wanted to pull away any time soon,
especially since she slowly moved herself onto his lap, not breaking contact
between their lips. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t kissed her before, but maybe
it was because of what he did yesterday and it has her all flustered. Whatever
the reason, he was happy she was responding like this.
They were both breathing heavily through their noses as they got more invested
in the kiss, just licking each other’s tongues and lips. After a while of that
they went back to just kissing their lips against each other, things beginning
to slow down again. He figured he might try to see if he could move on to
something else that’s new, it was a risk he was willing to take in his excited
state. He pulled away from her mouth and started kissing from her cheek to her
jaw to make his way to her neck. She let a little shaky breath escape her mouth
as she pulled his head towards her neck more. He obliged and began softly
kissing at her neck, beginning to believe this was all a dream.
He moved on from kissing to nipping at her porcelain skin, leaving tiny teeth
marks that she seemed to enjoy a lot with the shakier breaths she was letting
out. Not only that but he started sucking on the skin there, trying to see what
she would look like with lovely little hickeys all over her beautiful neck. She
had to bite her lips since she was beginning to embarrass herself by her
desperate sounding panting noises. Valentine smirked against her neck as he
decided she had had enough and went back up to begin kissing her again. She
replied back with the routine they had built together in the short amount of
time they were in the carriage.
All good things must come to an end as the carriage came to a halt and they
pulled away from their kiss to lock eyes with each other. His eyes were filled
with lust and love while hers were still red and sad looking. He could see why
she had let things get this far now. She got off his lap quickly, stepping out
of the carriage, not bothering to look back as she fixed her appearance and hid
her face all the way back to her room, leaving Valentine sort of speechless as
he watched her leave. “I’ll let you hide for a little while my darling, but
you’ll be back” he said to himself as he fixed his hair and made his way back
to the mansion as well.
***** Stay *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry that it has been literally 5 months since I've updated
     this story. I'm still very interested in writing it I just hit a big
     writer's block and I've been busy with conventions, life and school,
     but hopefully I can start writing more thoroughly after this chapter.
     Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy!
Life in the mansion had never been so dreary until now. Lucy refused to let
anyone into her room, accepting food only when it was left outside her door.
She’d leave her bed sheets and dirty laundry outside when she needed it washed.
She wished she could lock her door from the inside, but she lost those
privileges after her 3rd suicide attempt. Everyone respected her wishes, but
after the second week had passed of this reclusive behavior Valentine grew
anxious and frustrated with her isolation. He felt like most of the time he
could tell what was going on inside her mind, but this time he wasn’t sure if
she was embarrassed or scared.
That Monday morning, he had stopped Marie to ask her how to approach Lucy,
something he hadn’t asked anyone in the entire mansion. He knew if he was to
ask anyone it would be Marie, she was practically a mother figure for Lucy.
Marie was Lucy’s only friend, someone who listened to all her anxieties and
thoughts. She would definitely be able to provide some sort of idea about how
to approach Lucy.
“Tell me, Marie, what is it Lucy finds the most comfort in?” Valentine asked
once he had gotten her attention. “Lady Lucy?” Marie had to pause, pondering
what kinds of things the president could be hiding behind a question like that.
Marie didn’t like the way Lucy had been so reclusive, even worse than when she
first came here, so she was worried when Valentine asked something like that
out of the blue. “She’s a very quiet and polite girl… I think she likes
listening to others more than she likes expressing her own thoughts” Marie
commented. “She seems to find most joys when she’s outside or looking out her
window. I think she’s terribly bored and lonely, but doesn’t know how to ask
for help”.
Valentine brought his hand up to his chin to rub it in thought. “Alright, thank
you Marie, you may leave”. Marie curtsied and made her way out of his office to
continue with her morning chores. Valentine reclined in his chair, pondering
what Marie had said, trying to devise a plan on how to get Lucy to open up
more. Getting her to open up was the key to getting her to fall in love with
him willingly. He knew there was a spark between them already, whether she
wanted to admit it or not.
It was December now, but he intended to make tremendous progress with her by
the end of the year.
~~~~~
Lunchtime had come around and Valentine decided to put his small plan into
action. He headed to the kitchen where Lucy’s favorite meal was being
generated. He had requested it, knowing this was the only food that Lucy always
tended to eat up completely. Nothing better to start off a talk-session with
her than some comfort food. “I shall take the tray from here Marie, thank you”
Valentine grabbed the tray that had ham chowder and crackers on it with some
grapefruit juice in a glass and headed to Lucy’s room. “A warm bowl of chowder
should ease her into a comfortable state at least”, he internally hoped.
Knocking gently on her door, he heard a quiet “Leave it outside please”. He
ignored this request and came into her room anyway. “I was hoping I could enjoy
your presence for lunch this afternoon, do you mind?” he asked even though if
she had said no he would’ve gone through with it anyway. “Well you’re already
here…” she mumbled to herself, even though he still heard it in the stillness
of her room. He walked over to where she was sat on her sofa. He had
interrupted her daily gazing outside of her window while reading the several
books she had in her bookcase. He noticed she slyly tried to hide the book she
had been reading into the couch cushions. Making a mental note of that he came
over to the couch and set down the tray of food onto the coffee table as he
took a seat next to her. “I’ve brought Marie’s specialty, I’ve heard it’s your
favorite” he reached a hand out to stroke hair behind her ear, but she flinched
away from him, as to be expected. He brought his hand back and gestured for her
to eat. “Do not mind me, I merely want to chat and enjoy your presence” he
smiled gently at her waiting for her to make a move.
Lucy eyed him for a moment before bringing the hot bowl of chowder to her lap
where she stirred at it idly before bringing some up to her lips and swallowing
it down. She felt a little nervous from him suddenly showing up and being nice
to her like this. He was always nice to her, but after the few things that had
happened recently she was always nervous he’d come into her room again. As the
first bits of food began hitting her stomach she realized skipping breakfast
and dinner had been harsh and she was really hungry. She grabbed a few crackers
and dipped those into her soup, munching away quietly as he stared at her,
admiring how cute she was, almost like a mouse.
“I’m so fond of you Lucy…” he muttered as he rested his chin in his hand,
continuing to watch her. She chewed a little more slowly, feeling
uncomfortable. “You don’t have to stare at me…” she commented as she avoided
his strong gaze. “Ah, my apologies darling. It’s not every day that you’re so
willing to sit with me” he reached his hand out again to wipe off a crumb from
the corner of her mouth, this time she didn’t flinch. A few more moments of
silence passed between them before he spoke again, “Christmas is only a few
weeks away, is there anything you’d like darling?”.
Halfway through her soup she wasn’t expecting a question like that. She figured
it would be like last year and she could just sit in her room and ignore the
festivities, but this year it seemed different. Almost like he intended her to
attend a lavish Christmas party with him. She knew if she said ‘nothing’ he’d
insist and shower her in gifts anyway, just like he did on every other holiday.
“I would really like to learn how to paint… with an easel and watercolors…” she
said quietly as she put down her chowder and took a drink of her grapefruit
juice. Setting the glass down she brought her knees to her chest and rested her
chin on them. “Painting? I had no idea you had a fascination for it… but
nevertheless, I shall find the greatest watercolor paints this country has to
offer” he was truly glad she had responded to a question for once instead of
staying silent.
Lucy’s gaze shifted to stare at her bed, “It’s not really that I have a
fascination for it, I just think since I don’t have much to do that it’d be
nice to occupy my time with that… I’m not much of an artist, but I’d like to
try”. Valentine reclined onto the couch and crossed his legs, “Well you know
you’re always welcome to roam the mansion and its grounds as long as you’re
accompanied by someone, I know Marie would love to accompany you. I do hate to
see you hole yourself up in here all day and night”. He brushed a finger
against her cheek gently, feeling how flawless her skin was through his gloves.
Since she wasn’t flinching anymore to any of his advances he had come to the
conclusion that Marie was right. Lucy was incredibly lonely, too afraid to
reach out and ask for companionship. Whether it was physical or social contact,
she was practically crying for help with the way she had been acting lately.
“What’s your favorite color?” Lucy asked, cutting the silence in the room
completely with an awkward stare. Astonishment was spread over Valentine’s
face. He was practically screaming inside form how excited he was from this
simple conversation starter. She was actually showing interest for once. “My
favorite color? I think it’d have to be a nice pearl color, or maybe white. Two
colors you would look lovely in no doubt” he smiled again as he could tell that
comment embarrassed her since she averted her gaze, “What about you my
darling?”. She stared at her toes, wiggling them slightly. “I like blue… pink…
and orange” she said as she picked at the lace on her nightgown that she hadn’t
take off in a few days. “Those are lovely colors that are often presented in
the morning and evening sky, warm and bright, just like you” he finally was
able to reach over and push her hair out of her face without resentment as she
stared at him. He wasn’t naïve and could tell that blush on her cheeks was from
his flirting and compliments.
Their mild chatting continued on for about another hour before they both seemed
a little restless, a need for a change in the pace of things. The conversation
was light and it seemed she was physically relaxing and joining his gaze when
they talked, especially when he talked about his childhood and such. She seemed
like she truly was interested and curious. She giggled a little when he
mentioned a time his mother beat his butt with a broom for misbehaving in
school. Valentine’s heart fluttered at the sound of her laugh, wanting to hear
what her real laugh sounded like at its highest capacity. That was probably the
first time she had laughed in over 2 years, which was extremely sad.
The rest of her chowder had gone cold by now and her juice had been drank, but
he wanted to spoil her more. Showing her that if she responded well to him he’d
respond well back. “I’ll tell you what, how about we head down to the dining
room and see if Marie has any dessert baked for today, go brush your teeth and
hair and change into some actual clothes”. He leaned towards her and kissed her
on the forehead before she quickly got up from the couch and went to the
bathroom to change her appearance.
Once she was inside the bathroom he reached into the couch cushions to see what
she had tried to hide from him. “A sexual intercourse book for beginners eh?”
he chuckled quietly to himself before stuffing the book back into the cushions.
“Oh Lucy, what’re you doing to me” he bit his lip and waited for his wife to
step out of the bathroom.
***** Shelter *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains cunnilingus between an underage person and an
     older person, if you don't like that kind of stuff DO NOT READ.
     Otherwise, please enjoy and be sure to leave me feedback, thank you!
These idle conversations between Valentine and Lucy continued on for several
days. He wanted to try to make it a habit from now on. She needed to become
more comfortable with his presence before anything more could happen between
them. It was like trying to get an injured, stray kitten to feed from your
hand. It wasn’t going to happen immediately, and if you weren’t careful you
were going to get scratched. Everything he did had to seem natural to her or
else she might not trust him. He never asked her anything that might make her
uncomfortable, he truly wanted to get to know the girl. He was sure no one but
Stephen had asked her questions like these, plus it gave her a chance to ask
him some questions as well, if she had them.
“You’re telling me you’ve never actually tried chocolate? How is that even
possible?” Valentine asked in astonishment. She laughed a little and blushed a
little with embarrassment. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, I just
assumed anything that’s brown wouldn’t taste very good” She fiddled with the
fringe on a couch pillow and tried to avoid acting bashful, which was hard when
she was around him. Every time she got brave enough to steal a glance at him
she had to quickly look away because he’d always be staring right back. He had
glorious hair, a gorgeous smile adorned with perfect, white teeth and an
alluring aura. She wasn’t sure which she hated more, the fact that he stared at
her all the time or that she couldn’t manage to stare back.
Valentine shifted on the couch and stood up, signaling that their chatting
session had come to an end for the day. “Well, you just might find chocolate in
your stocking for Christmas from Santa” he winked and brought her hand to his
lips to peck it as he made his leave out of her room. The skin where he had
kiss felt really warm and it spread throughout her entire body like a wonderful
tingle. “Goodbye” she muttered as he stepped outside and shut her door quietly.
She was alone again and it felt odd to be alone now. She had company a lot
these past few days, she wondered how much work he was putting aside just to
make sure she was happy and to break her out of her loner shell that she had
developed.
~~~~~
The next day Lucy awoke at an unusual time. Before 8 am was a rare occurrence,
she most of the time didn’t rouse from bed until 10 or 11. Insomnia was
something that she had suffered with since she came here and it had gotten
better compared to the beginning, but it does leave her staring at her ceiling
until 3 in the morning sometimes, later if she has an occupied mind. Whatever
was rushing through her mind she couldn’t fall back asleep and watched the sun
rise with every passing minute through her window. It wouldn’t hurt to take a
walk around while nobody was awake, check some things out that she maybe hadn’t
seen before without someone trailing close behind her. She slipped out of bed,
not bothering to change out of her nightgown and slipping on some fuzzy socks
since it was very cold in the mornings.
Opening the door to her room with a quiet creak she poked her head out. After a
good earful of silence, she stepped out, shutting the door behind her. There
wasn’t a need for her to step out of her room, unless Valentine requested she
eat in the dining room with him on rare occasions. She knew her way to the
dining room, but everything else was still kind of alien to her, this was a big
house so who knows how many rooms have yet to be discovered. Tip-toeing down
the stairs she didn’t realize how loud the house could be when nobody was
awake. Every step left some sort of noise impression, with a creak in the
floorboards. She prayed nobody was a light sleeper and thought she was a weird
burglar.
The first room she had opened the door to was the laundry room where a lot of
the maids washed clothing items and hung them up to dry. It took a lot longer
in the winter months to dry clothes because of how cold it was, but they always
made sure that the laundry was done and that Lucy and Valentine were taken care
of. Lucy had no doubt that anyone who didn’t do a good enough job for her was
probably fired. She couldn’t ignore that some servants hadn’t been around after
she showed up, most likely fired by Valentine. Thank god Valentine seemed to
appreciate the relationship between Lucy and Marie enough not to get rid of her
for whatever reason. He didn’t seem to be a jealous man, but she didn’t know
anything about that yet.
She walked down the hallway from discovering the laundry room and admired some
of the artwork that hung on the walls. Everything was white and pristine, no
dust, no dirt, nothing. Maybe that hinted that Valentine was a perfectionist…
or maybe a weird germaphobe. The next door she had opened was just a supply
closet, but the next room she eyed had double doors and beautiful golden
doorknobs. She approached it and admired the door’s architecture for a moment
before grabbing the door handle and twisting it, noticing the door didn’t make
an annoying creak when she opened it, peeking her head in first.
Upon realizing what room she had stepped into and who she just locked eyes with
she quickly backed out and shut the door, her heart racing. “Lucy, is that you
darling? No need to be embarrassed, you can come in” she heard his voice and
hesitated before opening the door and stepping inside the office. “I… I’m
sorry, I did not realize this was your office. I was simply… looking for…” her
words trailed off since she wasn’t sure what to say. “It’s fine, I understand
your curiosities, don’t twiddle your thumbs in the doorway, come in” he smiled
and set down the pen he was using to write something down with. Hesitation was
still clear, but she didn’t know how to make this situation less awkward
without just complying and apologizing.
Making her way towards his desk she stood awkwardly before taking a seat on a
chair in front of his desk. “Why are you up so early? Couldn’t sleep?” he
asked, staring her down again. Avoiding his eyes she twiddled with her thumbs
in her lap. “Um.. yeah I just… woke up I guess” she muttered. Silence stretched
out between them like it did sometimes before she retorted, “Why are you awake
so early?”. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. “I am always up
around this hour, it’s a pleasant time to enjoy the sunrise and to get some
work done in absolute peace”.
That had answered how he was able to visit with her for long periods of time,
he had been waking up earlier to finish his work just so he could see her. She
wasn’t sure if it was crazy or flattering. “Were you having a morning stroll?”
he had a teasing tone in his voice that didn’t go unnoticed. She brought her
eyes to meet his and swallowed, “Something like that…”. They continued to stare
at each other and something clicked inside Valentines head, “Come here darling”
he scooted his chair back from his desk and gestured with his pointer finger to
coerce her to come closer. Lucy stood up from her chair, feeling uncomfortable,
not sure what he was going to do.
Stepping around his desk she came to stand beside him. He reached out and
grabbed her by the hips to gently hoist her onto his desk, crumbling a few
papers that he didn’t seem to care about right now. Her cheeks flushed with
color as she gripped the edge of the desk, watching her legs dangle on either
side of his thighs as he stared up at her. “Why did you—“ she was cut off when
he suddenly stood up from his chair and planted a kiss on her lips. His wet
lips against her dry ones was a weird feeling, but she still had sparks shoot
through her spine from the contact. This was a fantasy of his, pinning her
against his desk and just taking every piece of her, but he knew that’d have to
come another day when she was more comfortable. To him, he was about to do
something very tame.
Pulling away from their kiss he remained close and stared into her eyes. No
words were exchanged, but her heart was beating a million miles a minute in
anticipation. He leaned in again to press another kiss to her lips, and another
to the corner of her mouth until he began kissing her jaw and down to her neck.
Every kiss left her skin feeling hot and adrenaline pumped throughout her body.
“Ah” she let out a small breath from her mouth, wanting to feel more of his
mouth all over her body. He smirked against her skin as he moved the sleeve of
her nightgown off of her shoulder, kissing his way up and down her shoulder and
neck, reveling in the small breaths she was letting escape.
Pulling away again he took a second to admire her red cheeks and lust filled
gaze. It wasn’t a shocker that she gave in so easily to these kinds of things,
never fully experiencing what a man could do for her. She had never been
worshipped in this way and he intended to show her what she had been missing
out on. One more chaste kiss to her lips and he sat back down on his chair to
continue with what he had originally planned on doing. He planted his hands on
her knees and began exposing her thighs slowly as he pushed up her nightgown,
staring at her the whole time to see if she’d reject him. She bit her lip as
she stared down at him, curious to see where he’d take this. He wanted to
ravish her so badly, but that’d be a bad idea right now.
Once her nightgown was pushed up enough he could see a glimpse of her panties
and that aroused him more than it should’ve. She was just too sexy, too naïve.
He reached under the remainder of her nightgown and began stroking her through
her panties, feeling how hard her clit was already. She must be really
sensitive to kissing alone, which just excited him further. He heard her breath
hitch as he ran his finger up and down the outline of her pussy. He was a
patient man, but in this moment, all his patience went out the window. He
pulled at the hem of her panties and slipped them down and tossed them aside.
Lucy could hardly contain her excitement. The fight or flight part of her brain
was having a hard time interpreting the situation since she was just too
excited to see what he’d do. Her grip on the desk tightened when he suddenly
pulled her towards him by her hips. Dipping his head towards her pussy he
breathed in her scent for a moment, never imagining she would actually let him
do this. “Don’t stare…” she muttered in embarrassment. “My apologies darling,
you’re just so beautiful everywhere” he planted a kiss on the inside of her
thigh, moving them farther apart as he did so. The moment of truth was upon
them. His tongue came out of his mouth and made contact with her pussy, licking
a stripe up her folds. Lucy’s whole body shivered upon feeling his tongue
stroke her in such an intimate place. Her lips were becoming a bright red with
how much she had been nibbling and chewing on them.
Valentine enjoyed the physical reaction he received and continued to lick and
kiss, but in slow movements to tease her, avoiding her clit as well. He could
tell she wanted to just shove his head against her, but she was clearly
refraining so. He’d do anything for her, so he didn’t mind if she wanted to
mess up his hair and scratch at his scalp, it’d probably just excite him more.
He continued his ministrations, making sure to nibble and suck on everything,
wanting to taste every bit of her while he had this chance. “Uhn… God!” she
gasped when he inserted his tongue inside of her, loving the feeling of her
pussy contracting slightly around him. She couldn’t resist and hunched her back
and grabbed on to his hair for leverage. “D-Deeper…” she commanded and he
complied, attempting to shove more of his tongue inside of her. Lucy was no
longer just letting out shaky breaths, she was gasping and moaning in delight.
Last time he had done anything like this to her she was almost silent for the
most part, so hearing her voice like this was incredibly arousing. “Sing for me
darling, wake the entire house up with your beautiful voice” he smirked and
brought his tongue to her clit, flicking it and sucking away. She did indeed
let her voice go, beginning to moan wildly.
He quickly slipped off a glove from his hand and circled her pussy’s entrance
with his finger before gently inserting it as he sucked her clit. She clearly
enjoyed that as she let out a squealed moan and threw her head back. He began
pumping his finger in and out of her, increasing his pace over time, not
letting up on her clit either as it throbbed in his mouth. “Jesus, scream for
me Lucy” he said as he stood up and pumped his finger in her faster and sucked
at her neck, hoping to leave more marks and hickeys. He ground the palm of his
hand against her clit, making sure to give her the full stimulation she needed.
Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped his jacket roughly, feeling
her release just barely on the horizon. Her moans were relentless and she
didn’t even think of the consequences at the moment, she was a total slut and
didn’t want this feeling to end. Valentine knew that everything had come to an
end when Lucy squirted all over his hand, wetting the papers that were below
her ass. He didn’t care, he was just wondering what to do about his extreme
hard-on once she left. Her loud moan dissipated into deep breathing as she
clung to him and rest her face in his warm chest trying to come down from her
high. “You did so well my darling Lucy”, he kissed the top of her head and
pulled his finger out of her pussy, bringing it to his lips to lick it clean.
She looked up at him and was greeted with another kiss that she didn’t resist
to get wrapped up in. Letting his tongue dance around hers and bite at her lips
gently before pulling away and gazing into each other’s eyes.
“I think you’re tired enough to go back to bed now, don’t you think?” he asked
as he planted another chaste kiss to her lips as she nodded gently to his
question, feeling exhausted from the minimal hours of sleep. He made sure to
have a good grip on her before lifting her into his arms, bridal style and
carrying her all the way upstairs back to her room, planting her back into her
bed where she snuggled into her blankets and cuddled her several pillows, her
eyes already shutting. “Sweet dreams my beautiful Lucy” he kissed the top of
her head one more time as he tucked her in and left her room swiftly to let his
wife sleep the day away.
Coming back into his office he observed the damages of what that escapade had
on his paperwork. It was all completely worth it and he’d ruin a million
documents if he could do that every day. He sat back in his chair and threw the
soiled papers into the garbage before noticing they left Lucy’s panties on the
ground. He picked them up and admired the wet patch that remained on the
fabric. He smirked to himself and decided to stuff them in his drawer, not
wanting to wake her by giving them back. The fact that she wasn’t wearing
panties right now and he knew it was enough to bring his hard-on completely
back. “Ah, better do something about this” he said to himself as he made his
way to his private bathroom and finished up his business.
***** Elastic *****
Chapter Summary
     "I’m in love with it, intoxicated, I’m enraptured, from the inside I
     can feel that you want to. Wake up high on it, feelin’ suspended, I’m
     enamored, way up in the sky I can see that you want to. I’ve been a
     romantic for so long, all I’ve ever had are love songs. Singin’
     oooooooh, go on I dare you. Oooooooooooh, I dare you".
     - "I Dare You" by The xx
Chapter Notes
     I am horrible at updating, I know I know. I just get terrible
     writer's block and it's rare for me to get in the mood to write.
     Please enjoy this update!~ Once again if you don't like anything
     involving underage person(s) in a sexual situation, DO NOT READ.
Spring time had rolled around again. The flowers were beginning to peak out of
the revitalized soil and a strong pine scent wafted in the air from the trees.
With all the snow they had gotten over the winter the grass was sure to be a
luscious green this spring. It was still too cold to go outside without any
sort of protection, but the morning frosty air felt rejuvenating in Lucy’s
lungs as she took long deep breaths. It was pretty early in the morning; the
sun was fully in the sky; just beginning its daily routine of warming up the
earth. The ground was still frozen enough underneath her feet that a soft
crunch could be heard with her steps.
“When do you think he’ll let me be alone again?” Lucy asked Marie who had been
following quietly behind her. Marie brought her hands together and rubbed at
her thumbs nervously, “I’m not sure lady Lucy, but I know he does it with the
best intentions”. Glancing at her own hands Lucy noticed they were a little red
from the cold air. “You suppose so?” she mumbled before taking one more deep
breath of cold air. “Our time is almost up, we should head inside and tidy you
up” Marie held out her hand for the young girl to grab as they walked back
towards the mansion.
“I’ll draw you a nice warm bath, get undressed and I’ll be back in a minute”
Marie spoke up as she helped Lucy out of her heavy winter coat and shoes. She
left the room, leaving Lucy to stare into her reflection of her vanity. Her
cheeks were plump again, full of color. Her hair had grown back it’s bright,
brassy blonde hue. She really did look like a totally different person compared
to months ago when she tried to jump off the roof. She looked normal and
healthy, on the outside that is. She still had nightmares every now and then,
she still felt lonely and cried, but she found solace in Valentine; Something
that still haunted and bothered her daily. However, the inner turmoil
challenged her too. She had begun to enjoy seeing him, feeling her stomach
flutter with happy butterflies when he smiled and showed her kindness.
He truly was a magnificent person in ways, but there was still that other part
of her screaming for her to run away and hide. The angel and devil on her
shoulders had compromised and agreed Valentine had done horrible things, but
had shown nothing but gentle love towards Lucy. Now a days it wasn’t odd for
her to sit quietly in his office with a nice book and a warm cup of tea while
he did work. He’d leave to go do something somewhere else and she’d patiently
await his return. Other days she spent discovering more about the mansion and
speaking to more and more servants. Learning new things about Valentine and the
life she tried to ignore for the first year and a half.
Part of her knew that her mental illness had escalated to a denial stage. If
this is how her life was going to be she was to live it the way she wanted to,
or so that’s what she told herself. She had to convince herself that her
choices were her own and not Valentine’s, but deep down she even knew that was
a lie. An extreme, odd version of Stockholm syndrome that she herself didn’t
even recognize. At this point if she really did want to leave, she could. That
is if she didn’t tell Valentine she was intending on leaving. She knew how
livid he would be if she tried to run away again after all the positive
progress she’s made. Part of her knew she should run, but a lot of her wanted
to stay.
Lucy had been staring at her vanity for a long time before deciding to soak in
her bath. It had become the perfect temperature now, just hot enough to soothe
her muscles. The faucet dripped and echoed in the bathroom as she submerged
herself up to her nose in the water. Something that had bothered her too was
that physical affection between her and Valentine had become a norm. She didn’t
deny him like she used to and he made more advances towards her. Sometimes she
really liked it, but on the other hand it scared her too. What was she
becoming?
~~~~~
“I want you to show me”. The room’s temperature physically dropped. Valentine
could feel a shiver go down his back. Never in his wildest dreams would he
imagine those words to come out of his naïve Lucy’s mouth. “You mean… you want
to engage in coitus? With me?” he was truly thrown back. He knew they had made
great progress together in their relationship, but this seemed too good to be
true. “I think it’s about time, we’ve been married for about 2 years now and
we’ve never engaged in intercourse once, let alone done anything in bed” she
reminded him sternly. They shared a silent stare for what felt like minutes
before he replied acutely, “No”.
Her stomach dropped at the tone of voice and rejection. “No? What do you mean
no…? Don’t you want to…?” she felt tears in her eyes threatening to coming out.
“I mean that you’re not ready” he sighed and stood up to finish the
conversation early before she could hassle him further. She grabbed him by the
wrist and pulled his hand so it grabbed her still developing breasts. “Please…”
she begged in a whisper “I am ready… I want to do this”. He retracted his hand
and squatted down in front of her. He gently stroked the side of her face with
his hand and wiped at her teary eyes. “Darling, my answer is final” he said in
a much sweeter and softer tone this time. He leaned forward and kissed her on
the forehead before leaving her room quickly.
Lucy sat on her couch, utterly confused. After all this time. After all his
advances. All his touches and words. He just rejected her offer to finally give
herself to him. Had she become too ugly for his tastes? Were her breasts not
big enough for his liking? A million insecurities began rushing into her mind
as tears started peeking out of the corners of her eyes. Maybe that’s why he’s
so kind to her, he pity’s her. Or maybe he truly just doesn’t want to hurt her
in any way. Either way she wasn’t going to let the conversation end like that,
she’d take matters into her own hands.
~~~~~
Days had passed and their physical touches and visits had been limited. It’s
like Valentine wanted to starve her of affection. He suddenly became extremely
busy, too busy to stop and chat with his wife or enjoy a meal with her. It had
been a week since she offered him her body. He kept their conversations
unintentionally curt and only kissed her on the cheek and hand, even when she
obviously leaned in for a kiss on the lips. She wasn’t sad anymore, she was
angry. How dare he ignore and neglect his wife like this. That’s when she
hatched a plan to catch him off-guard.
Night time had come and she had made sure to bathe and have Marie pretty her up
with a little bit of subtle makeup. She fluffed up her hair and curled it a
little so it adorned her face in a sexy way. She didn’t have much to offer when
it came to sexy attire but she did have low-cut, short night gowns that showed
off what she had to offer in an exquisite way. She stared at herself in the
mirror, her heart beating faster than it should. She was definitely nervous,
but she was sure her plan would work. If he denied her she’d just cry until he
gave her what she wanted, but something told her it wouldn’t come to that.
It was pretty late at night, so she knew he’d be asleep already. Peeking her
head out of her bedroom to see if anyone might still be awake she saw dark
hallways and heard silence. She tip-toed her way down the hall to his room. She
took a moment of doubt where she stared at the double doors, unsure whether to
actually go through with her plan. She knew this was the right thing to do, but
she also didn’t want to do anything to upset him. She closed her eyes and took
a deep breath and grabbed one of the door handles. Thankfully the door opened
and closed silently. The room was illuminated by the moonlight outside,
thankfully since she didn’t know the full layout of his room and didn’t want to
bump into anything, waking him prematurely.
She approached the foot of the bed, feeling her palms build up sweat. There he
was, sleeping soundly without a shirt on. This felt really wrong, but she knew
it had to be done. She climbed up on the bed as gently as possible to not rouse
him. Once she was fully on the bed she got on all fours and crawled towards his
sleeping form. It felt like eternity until she was fully on top of him, her
hands on either side of his head. He was obviously awake now, just staring up
at her, his eyes didn’t need to adjust to know who it was. “I’m surprised it
took you so long” he spoke up quietly as he stroked her cheek with his hand.
Lucy leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek which he accepted immediately.
They pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. They hadn’t
kissed that passionately in a long time, since the incident in his office. She
was already so excited and wanted to tie him up so he couldn’t escape her
advances. He pushed gently on her shoulders and flipped their positions. Now
his hair hung past his shoulders as he stared down at his lovely Lucy. Finally,
she was all his, but something deep inside of him urged him to take things
slow. He had to make sure she came to him out of her own free will. He didn’t
want to force her and wanted her to trust him completely. It looks like he
finally achieved that, and yet he still wanted to take his time with her. He
wasn’t going to take her tonight, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some
fun.
“What is it you want my dear?” he whispered into her ear as he nibbled at her
ear lobe and moved to kiss at her neck softly. The next words that came out of
her mouth made his heart stop. “I love you” she muttered. He froze in
astonishment, this felt like a dream. Lucy began to panic, like she shouldn’t
have said that. “I’m sorry! Was that too sudden!” she exclaimed with a nervous
tone as he leaned down and ravished her lips once more, silencing her. Once
they finally pulled away again he had a loving smile spread across his face. “I
love you too my lovely lady Lucy” he hugged her and kissed all over her face
and neck, tickling her a bit. Soft, girly giggles resonated from the bed as
they cuddled and kissed lovingly.
“Please… I am ready for you. I want you… I need you” she begged as she grasped
his biceps, rubbing her thumbs against his skin. “I have no doubt you’re ready
for me my darling, but I would like to save it for another time where I can
prepare you properly and do it right, for now I’ll have to please you in a
different way” as he said this he slipped the straps of her nightgown down,
revealing her small breasts. Her face felt hot and she was thankful her blush
couldn’t be seen in the dark. “You’re just as beautiful, if not more, than the
day I first saw you” he peppered her neck with more kisses and made his way to
her breasts, licking at her nipples and nurturing them with little love bites.
Lucy had to bring her hand to her mouth to cover her small gasps of pleasure.
She wasn’t that loud, but something about tonight told her she should be
prepared to cover her mouth.
After suckling on her breasts like a starving newborn he pulled away and could
feel how puffy and erect they were from the loving abuse. They were probably
all pink and cute, he couldn’t wait to see them in the day time. “M-more…
please” she begged quietly. “Anything for my lovely Lucy” he bent down and
kissed her again as he helped her slip off her nightgown completely, leaving
her in just her underwear. He crawled down her body and was met with closed
legs. He didn’t want to force her to open them so he just gently kissed her
knees to indicate where he wanted to move to next. She got the message and
opened her legs timidly. “No need to be shy darling, you’re gorgeous” he kissed
her inner thigh and moved in closer to his prize. A sweet scent permeated from
her crotch, something that made his dick begin hardening and twitching in his
underwear. Lucy was far more beautiful and lovely than his last wife.
He nipped a few times at her thighs and below her bellybutton, to get her all
riled up. It certainly was working as she began squirming. He gave in and
slipped off her underwear, revealing her wonderful pussy to him again. He
rubbed his middle finger against her entrance, feeling a little bit of slick
had already congregated from all the touching and kissing. He’d need to get her
a little more lubed up before performing what he had in mind. He pulled her by
her waist to bring him closer to his face so he could eat her out. His first
move was to swipe his tongue from the bottom to the top in a slow, teasing
manner. He wanted to hear her get really riled up.
Lucy’s heart was beating rapidly. She was nervous and excited. The unknown was
exciting, what could he possibly be planning to do with her? It scared and
enthralled her at the same time, but she knew whatever he had in mind wasn’t
going to hurt her. She was safe and sound in his presence. Her body felt 10x
hotter and she was beginning to sweat from all her emotions and physical
reactions. His tongue felt amazing against her pussy, but she wished he had
toyed with her nipples longer. Maybe even been a little rougher with them,
discovering her slight masochistic side was a surprise, but she didn’t want to
shove it aside, she wanted more. He inserted his tongue a few times, thrusting
deeply and slowly. He was clearly making sure to taste every part of her walls
and feel how she clenched around his muscle. She really wanted to rub at her
clit and sky rocket to an orgasm, but she wanted to leave everything up to him
this time.
Not wanting to deny her of her full pleasure any longer and licked his way up
to her clitoris. Sucking hard for a good few seconds before flicking it a few
times. This really started to drive her insane. She gripped the pillow
underneath her head and her toes clenched the sheets tightly. He inserted a
finger into her and began a fast pace of pumping while sucking on her clit.
Lucy let out a loud gasp followed by a small scream of pleasure. That was the
most vocal she’s ever been, which was a good sign. It was intoxicating to hear
after all these years of imagining what she’d sound like in bed. “God Lucy, you
sound beautiful, sing for me!” he stopped lapping at her pussy to come up and
give her a kiss and play with her nipples more. He kept his finger going at a
fast pace as she laced her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly every
time he touched a certain place inside. As she became gradually more vocal he
pulled his finger out of her, feeling how drenched and slippery it was did
little to satiate his hungry cock. He so badly wanted to plow into her and have
her screaming, but he knew that wouldn’t be a smart idea. He’d make her bleed
and be in pain, she needed a few more preparations before she was ready for
full penetration. So, for now he was going to try a different method.
He sat back on his haunches admiring the sounds of her heavy breathing. He
pulled down his underwear, revealing his erection to her for the first time.
She couldn’t see it fully in color and in light, but something about the size
aroused her further. She wanted it so badly, feel it fill her up and shove
inside, messing up her insides. She laid patiently for what he was going to do
to her.
Valentine grabbed his own dick, stroking it a few times before pressing the tip
gently at Lucy’s entrance to tease her. “Is this what you want darling?” he
said in a husky voice. Lucy felt so embarrassed so she just nodded her head,
which Valentine didn’t like. “No, use your big girl voice and tell me what you
want” he demanded when he got no answer from her. “I… I really want it, please
darling” she begged hesitantly. Valentine’s dick throbbed painfully at how
obedient she was, they could definitely have a lot of fun when she became
experienced enough. Fulfill his dark fantasies and discover her hidden kinks as
well. Lining his dick up with her entrance he slid his dick against her entire
pussy a few times, rubbing against it to feel all her juices slick him up
nicely. He wasn’t going to enter her just yet, but rubbing against her just
might be enough to make him cum.
Grabbing Lucy’s thighs, he pulled them closed around his cock. He saw the head
of his dick poking out of her thighs before he started thrusting slowly. He
made sure to rub against her clit every time to make sure she was receiving as
much pleasure as he was. “Keep your legs closed tight darling” he said as he
began fucking her thighs. Lucy was in heaven, he was rubbing against her pussy
in just the right way. She was so wet and providing excellent lubrication for
him to slide in and out of her thighs. She moaned with every thrust and watched
the head of his dick appear and disappear. With the sounds he was making she
thought maybe he might finish before her, she wanted to see the face he’d make
when he cums, but that could be saved for another day. She still had a firm
grasp on his biceps, digging her nails in and leaving little crescent marks as
he continued to thrust against her.
“Oh god!! Lucy!—“ he shouted before reaching his orgasm on her stomach. She
felt something hit her boobs and assumed it was his sweat, but it was much
thicker. He slowed his thrusts down until he had nothing left to leak out
against her stomach. He breathed heavily before pulling out of her thighs and
admiring his work. He knew his job wasn’t finished, but it was nice to bask in
the glory for a moment. He couldn’t wait to actually accomplish the real thing,
but for now he needed to satisfy his wife to completion like a good husband.
He got back down with his face in her cunt and licked away what had gotten on
her pussy from his orgasm. It didn’t take long with his fingering and clit
licking before she squirted onto his face and hand. He licked away at her
juices and laid beside her kissing her face and lips over and over again before
they both became lazy and tired. “I love you so much darling” he whispered as
he cradled her in his arms. She hummed in agreement, too tired to repeat the
full phrase to him. She kissed his jaw and snuggled into his neck, falling
asleep soon after, excited to wake up with her husband and bask in the mess
they had made.
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