Blue Sonnet

“…Runs in the family…like father like son,” muttered Evelyn. “So bloody what? I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. Let them say it to my face if they dare.”

“They’d certainly be foolish to try,” agreed Stuart. “But this lends a fresh perspective on your father’s death.”

“What?”

Stuart blinked. “You mean, you’ve not really thought about it?”

“Thought what?” Evelyn asked, irked and obviously puzzled.

“You’ve always blamed yourself for his heart attack, but what if he’d blamed himself after you presented? Perhaps he could not bear the thought that you’d taken after him, that it was all his fault?”

Stuart watched as Evelyn stared at him, looking thunderstruck. “So, it’s never occurred to you,” he said pityingly. “You’ve blamed yourself for so long, but none of this is your fault, Eve.”

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He glanced down at the words he’d written.

I love you, Eve.

There. He’d done it. He’d written it down not in pencil but in ink, indelible and permanent.

He did not know what was keeping him from saying it out loud. He wished that perhaps Evelyn might say it first. To have him confess it would be satisfying indeed. More than that, it would be a victory of years and years they’d spent, clashing wills.

Stuart sighed. At this point and despite all evidence pointing to their thriving love, only pain of death might induce Eve, and for that matter himself, to divulge something that could decisively tip the scales to either side. He would just have to wait for the right time to come when he would be able to say it out loud, shout it to the heavens, if need be.

Until then, perhaps it would not do to give their game away. This little revelation would just have to wait.

Stuart stowed his journal away in the inner pocket of his outdoors coat that was on his chair and promptly forgot all about it when they woke up in the morning.

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“Eve,” Stuart began, eyes wide as Evelyn stormed into the room.

“There isn’t much time, you great, bloody git,” said Evelyn as he made for Stuart. “He’s coming!”

“What? Who?” Stuart barely got the words out before Evelyn began to kiss him feverishly.

“Aberley the husband, of course! Not the wife. You need to drop your breeches now!”

“Wha— No!” said Stuart, taking hold of his breeches even as Evelyn tried to pull them down.

“You need to be fucking me right now,” said Evelyn, his voice urgent. “You were set up, you idiot, just as I warned you!”

Stuart stared at him for a moment, shocked, before he grabbed him to turn him around and bend him down over the sofa.

“I warned you there was no use talking to that poisonous viper of a woman,” muttered Evelyn as he pulled his own breeches down and rubbed himself frantically against Stuart. “But would you listen?”

Stuart hissed and, despite the circumstances, or perhaps because of it, he felt himself respond almost immediately to Evelyn’s ministrations.

“Yes, that’s it,” said Evelyn, feeling Stuart’s burgeoning erection. “We’ll have to look like we’re fucking. Any minute now, he’s—”

Without another word, Stuart grabbed Evelyn by the hips, shoving against him hard just as the door burst open without warning. The violence of it made them turn as one towards the man who stood there.

Stuart could only gape at the elderly Duke, but Evelyn had the presence of mind to shout, “Do you bloody mind? We’re busy here!”

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“Eve,” Stuart began, eyes wide as Evelyn stormed into the room.

“There isn’t much time, you great, bloody git,” said Evelyn as he made for Stuart. “He’s coming!”

“What? Who?” Stuart barely got the words out before Evelyn began to kiss him feverishly.

“Aberley the husband, of course! Not the wife. You need to drop your breeches now!”

“Wha— No!” said Stuart, taking hold of his breeches even as Evelyn tried to pull them down.

“You need to be fucking me right now,” said Evelyn, his voice urgent. “You were set up, you idiot, just as I warned you!”

Stuart stared at him for a moment, shocked, before he grabbed him to turn him around and bend him down over the sofa.

“I warned you there was no use talking to that poisonous viper of a woman,” muttered Evelyn as he pulled his own breeches down and rubbed himself frantically against Stuart. “But would you listen?”

Stuart hissed and, despite the circumstances, or perhaps because of it, he felt himself respond almost immediately to Evelyn’s ministrations.

“Yes, that’s it,” said Evelyn, feeling Stuart’s burgeoning erection. “We’ll have to look like we’re fucking. Any minute now, he’s—”

Without another word, Stuart grabbed Evelyn by the hips, shoving against him hard just as the door burst open without warning. The violence of it made them turn as one towards the man who stood there.

Stuart could only gape at the elderly Duke, but Evelyn had the presence of mind to shout, “Do you bloody mind? We’re busy here!”

The Education of Mr Hartnell is a queer Regency Omegaverse romance between an unlikely Alpha and Omega. We're more than halfway through! Updated regularly. Support the Muse and get access to all the full chapters on Patreon!

“Eve,” Stuart began, eyes wide as Evelyn stormed into the room.

“There isn’t much time, you great, bloody git,” said Evelyn as he made for Stuart. “He’s coming!”

“What? Who?” Stuart barely got the words out before Evelyn began to kiss him feverishly.

“Aberley the husband, of course! Not the wife. You need to drop your breeches now!”

“Wha— No!” said Stuart, taking hold of his breeches even as Evelyn tried to pull them down.

“You need to be fucking me right now,” said Evelyn, his voice urgent. “You were set up, you idiot, just as I warned you!”

Stuart stared at him for a moment, shocked, before he grabbed him to turn him around and bend him down over the sofa.

“I warned you there was no use talking to that poisonous viper of a woman,” muttered Evelyn as he pulled his own breeches down and rubbed himself frantically against Stuart. “But would you listen?”

Stuart hissed and, despite the circumstances, or perhaps because of it, he felt himself respond almost immediately to Evelyn’s ministrations.

“Yes, that’s it,” said Evelyn, feeling Stuart’s burgeoning erection. “We’ll have to look like we’re fucking. Any minute now, he’s—”

Without another word, Stuart grabbed Evelyn by the hips, shoving against him hard just as the door burst open without warning. The violence of it made them turn as one towards the man who stood there.

Stuart could only gape at the elderly Duke, but Evelyn had the presence of mind to shout, “Do you bloody mind? We’re busy here!”

The Education of Mr Hartnell is a queer Regency Omegaverse romance between an unlikely Alpha and Omega. We're more than halfway through! Updated regularly. Support the Muse and get access to all the full chapters on Patreon!

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