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Michaela Stirling X Francesca Stirling

Description: After the sudden departure from Michaela. Francesca had spent her days wondering and hoping for her return, as if that would change the past, but couldn’t it? Could a lack of judgement really change the dynamics between the two. If so, how deep does this conflict really go.

Warning: Smut, Angst, Argument, Fluff, aftercare.

Word Count: 6,779

(©Do not copy my work please and thank you)

It’s been merely hours, but to Francesca it felt longer. Nothing made sense in her head. Just like that and she was gone. Franchesca knew all too well about Michaela's habits, but she had never expected this.

Not after she promised.

It bothered Francesca more than she would like to admit. The worst part was, she felt a heavy sensation growing deep in her chest. With no one to turn to and no one to call for, Francesca got up from her chair and walked around the home aimlessly. 

She just walked, with no goal or chore in mind. Hoping to get some sense of solitude in such a un expecting moment. She knew that Michaela would leave, but she didn’t expect her to get up and leave so soon, not after all of this.

What was once quick strides across the home, soon turned into a light jog as she ran around and barged into every single room that the house had to offer. The maids started to realize but no one said anything, no one dared to question it.

Now Francesca was looking for something. Something that she knew she’ll come empty handed. It hurt her, to think of such possibilities and still look for a sense of comfort in an empty home.

“My lady, what are you in search of?” One of the maids interrupted Francesca's frantic movements and barging into the rooms. But Francesca didn’t stop, she didn’t respond not even for a second.

“Just a minute.” She said lightly trying to stabilize herself from panicking any more than she already was.

“I’m sure whatever it is I could assist you.” The maid suggested once more but it didn’t seem to help the matter.

“Where has she gone? Surely it cannot be too far, name a location and I’ll get my carriage.” Francesca now spoke a little more quickly trying to solve this situation.

“I’m afraid that we do not know.” The maid said her voice was shrinking the more she spoke.

“We or you? This cannot be right, are you sure she didn’t go on an errand?” Francesca asked the maid, now looking around the room once more.

“An Errand? At this hour, surely my lady you cannot think that?” What was supposed to be an almost humorous response from the maid turned to something much heavier.

“Do you dare to jest at this moment? Is this amusing to you?” Francesca now added uncharacteristically upset. It only made the Maid step back remembering where she drew the line.

“I need some time alone.” Francesca simply said, turning her back away from the maid and looking at the room.

“I’m sorry my lady.” Was all the maid said before closing the door.

Yet it didn’t make her feel any better now that she was alone once more. The solitude she so much adored became an unknown curse, one of which made her go crazy in the house. 

After a big deep breath she walked out of the room not bearing the sight of the bed she once shared with John. She then walked across the room and into the living room, where she once was before all of this happened.

Francesca, unsure of what else to do and desperately trying to find ways to occupy her mind, just walked in small circles thinking. To her none of it made sense to why everything amounted to this very moment, and yet she was all alone.

Francesca soon settled down by the campfire and just looked at the flames that were brewing in it. She tossed small pieces of paper to watch it grow. Was this really it? How could her life so joyful and full of life lead to her being in an empty home, and having no one to turn to.

The person she needed the most has up and left.

There was no saying how long she had spent staring at the flames. Minutes, hours, to her it didn’t matter. She had nowhere to be anyway.

It’s not very long before she hears footsteps coming from the hall. She doesn't question then, knowing it was the maids waiting for her to come out. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, not now at least.

“Francesca are you alright my dear?” A sweet voice speaks to her, something so genuine and warm, but she doesn't move.

“Mama aren’t you supposed to be at the ball?” Francesca asked softly not looking away from the flame, it was the only thing that kept her grounded.

“My dearest, I heard what happened and I had to come.” Violet said before sitting down beside her and moving a loose strand away from her face.

Francesca looked over at her mother for the first time since she walked into the room. Her eyes held a sense of pain and loss. She should be sad for many things but Michaela just vanishing was the worst.

“Oh my dearest.” Her mother said softly now heartbroken by the sight of Francesca.  Without much thought she quickly leaned into her mothers arms and hugged her just like she would when she was young and scared to sleep in a dark room.

Her mom just wrapped her arms around her and whispered little things to her while slightly rocking back and force lightly to sooth her. It was a thing Violet would do to all of her kids when they were upset and they all seem to still react to it.

Francesca stayed close to her, not daring to let go of her mother. She knew that despite everything her mom would always be by her side. It was comforting, yet in the back of her mind, she wanted Michaela to stay by her side.

After much time consulting with her mother, she decided to call it a night. Kissed her mom and gave her a fair well before heading to her own room. She had hoped that her sleep would come quickly but the thoughts of last night fluttered in her mind.

“If you would like it, I shall stay.” 

Why didn’t you? That was all that she thought of.  And for months that very conversation would play into Francesca’s head every night. She had thought of every outcome, could she have said something different to make her stay? To make her regret leaving? 

None of these questions should concern Francesca. Michaela is merely the cousin of her now deceased husband. Her whereabouts should be in her least of interest. And yet it consumed her head more than she liked to admit.

Weeks would go by secretly searching for her. When she was with her family for a small gathering. Sometimes, rarely, she would turn her head and hope to see her by her shoulder. To come across her in London somewhere anywhere she had hoped.

“Dear Francesca, you have not touched your ice cream, it’s starting to melt.” Her mother said with a worried tone. Francesca quickly blinked back into existence trying to not let her mind wander off once more.

“Have you gone ill my dear sister?” Hyacinth asked before putting her hand on Francesca’s forehead to look for any signs of sickness.

“I am alright Hyacinth.” She reassured her sister with a dismissing hand and a small smile. Her little sister just smiled and nodded before resuming on her ice cream.

“When will Anthony return? He had merely arrived and vanished once more.” Colin asked curiously looking at their mother.

“I’m sure they are just spending their time with Edmund.” Penelope chipped in with a small smile and another bite of her ice cream.

“He can still visit his family once in a while.” Benedict added before feeding some of his ice cream to Sophie.

None of it bothered Francesca, and maybe it should have. It’s been a portionable time since she had last seen her eldest brother, but it felt far longer since she’s seen Michaela.

“Well we shall head back. I do have a few things I need to attend.” Eloise pitched in with a brief smile and grabbed her ice cream.

“And that would be?” Violet asked curiously, still seated and unbothered.

“Shallow lessons.” Eloise said but it was a blatant lie, causing everyone to laugh.

“Since when do you know how to play Shallow?” Gregory snorted with a laugh.

“Who even teaches that in London?” Benedict adds with a smile but Sophie just smiles.

“You’d be surprised.” Sophie said looking at him, but he just stared at her confused.

“Who do you know that plays Shallow?” He asked now more curiously, adverting the conversation to something else.

“Anyway I have to go see you guys.” Eloise took her chances and got up walking away.

“Where are you going young lady?” Our mother said getting up and following behind her. 

Gregory and Hyacinth followed behind our them wanting to see what happened. Meanwhile Benedict and Sophie discuss something. Colin and Penelope sneak away from this whole mess.

Francesca on the other hand, just let out a big sigh and got up from the table before wandering off to the spot that they decided to come to. She wandered into the small forest, trying to get something to occupy herself with.

Everyone was busy arguing for her to really pitch in. Yet she couldn’t say that she hated the noise, it was the most familiar thing she’s heard since everything. But to her it was not enough, she had wished something or someone to be there with her to see it. To turn her head and know that she was staring back at her. 

“There you are, we started to get worried?” I heard Sophie’s voice call out before carefully taking her steps towards me, Benedict followed behind her watching her every step.

“Apologies.” She simply says looking at the beautiful pink flowers that were blooming.

“My dear sister, why have you gone in here?” Benedict asked curiously looking around.

“Let her enjoy nature, it is rather beautiful here.” Sophie came to her defense before stepping beside her and looking at the flowers. After some time Francesca turned over to the two and looked at them for a brief minute.

“Have you asked Colin?” Francesca asked the two but Benedict more so. Sophie quickly turned her head towards Benedict.

“Ah yes I have, there is no sign of her whereabouts, to his best guess is that she’s back in Mayfair.” Benedict tells her with a small apologetic smile.

“We are sorry that this is all we can provide you with.” Sophie says with an apologetic look. But Francesca quickly dismissed it with her hand.

“It’s alright you both have tried, thank you tremendously.” Francesca said with a soft smile and an understanding look. The two just stood there for a moment unsure of what else to tell her. 

Francesca too kept her mouth shut. Unsure of what to add or how to advert the conversation, she just paced around the small area and looked off at the flowers before coming up with a final decision.

“Would you be as kind as to do a favor?” She finally asked Benedict with a hesitant look.

“Anything my dear sister.” He said with a confident smile.

“I will write something later today. By lunch would you be so kind to take my letter and not tell anyone. Please have it sent to Mayfair.” Francesca requested with a small smile. 

Benedict was quick to nod not caring how big or how little the task was.

“Alright. This afternoon.” Benedict said, looking at Sophie with a big smile. She mirrored his expression and nodded at Francesca.

“Thank you.” Was all she said and gave them a respectable nod before they all decided to get out of the small forest.

—

Later that afternoon once she was away from her family. She went back to her home, empty as always, the only thing keeping some sense of life were the maids. She hated how eerily quiet the house was, no songs, no commotion, just silence.

She ignored it and went to her desk. Not trying to put any other factors in mind she grabbed a sheet of paper and the ink. Knowing that she was expected by six. With a small sigh and a hesitance of how to start, Francesca grabbed the feather quickly and dipped it in the ink before staring.

“I’ve written this nearing the early stages of the sun set. I do hope that you’re doing alright in Mayfair, if that’s where you are at that is. I would have liked you informing me before leaving in such a haste manner. I am not upset, just merely trying to understand what has gone wrong. I do apologize for cutting this letter short as I am in a hurry. May this letter find you -Francesca Striling.”

With a small huff she put her signature and let the letter dry. Despite her writing that she was not upset, it was a lie. She was irritated, more so hurt that this was even happening.

Francesca had thought that after Johns death that it was the only heartbreak she would feel. But hearing Michaela's departure felt like something was ripped from her. Something she could not place just yet.

With one single hand she grabbed the paper and folded it twice. She then shoved it in her small purse and got ready for the dinner.

— 7:46

It was approximately an hour and a half after the dinner. Most of everyone was off in their room while Benedict, Colin, Sophie, Penelope and Eloise sat together and chatted.

Violet stayed close of course, keeping a trained ear on everyone. While most were too engrossed into the conversation, Francesca was growing tired of staying there.

Francesca decided to get up from her chair quickly, sending Sophie a cue that she was leaving. Violet also got up to ask what she was going to do.

“I’m growing tired. I must go home mama.” She says before kissing her cheek and heading towards Benedict.

“Are you sure? Possibly a few se-“ Before she could finish Sophie came up to her and smiled.

“Sorry to interrupt but Eloise was asking about something.” Sophie quickly came to Francesca’s aid. She just smiled and made her way to Benedict.

He excused himself from Colin and walked up to Francesca looking over for a few seconds before escaping in the vacant hallways.

“Do tell me if a letter arrives and Colin cannot find out I’m writing this.” She warned Benedict while handing the paper in his palm.

“Rest assured it’ll be sent.” He said taking it and giving her the signature smirk he always had. She just smiled and made her way out.

“Francesca.” Benedict called out before she could fully leave. She just turned around curiously unsure as to why she was being called out.

“Are you alright?” He asked, the question shouldn’t have made her feel any more emotions than she already did. But with a deep breath she just nods.

“I’m fine, thanks brother.” Francesca says with a reassuring smile before fully walking out.

—

And so after that she would send a letter once every two weeks. Hoping that even with a slither chance that she would get one in return. Francesca wasn’t begging for a letter. She wasn’t searching for an answer. She just wanted to know that they were being read. To be heard even once.

“I write to you a quarter past dawn. I do hope that my previous letter has made it to your possession. It’s starting to bloom in London, the sun is more radiant and the plants all the more beautiful around this season. I do hope that Mayfair is treating you alright. May this letter get to you. -your dearest Francesca Stirling.” 7/6/1819

“I write to you a little past noon. Eloise has invited me to the Featheringtons dance they have hosted. Although I am not much for big gatherings, I might actually reconsider. I hope my previous letters have reached you. May this letter get to you. -yours truly Francesca Stirling” 9/24/1819

A Month has passed since her last letter. 

And After various letters Francesca decided to call it quits and stop righting. She knew that by now it shouldn’t have hurt. And yet it did, far greater than she could imagine. What was once that small ache in her chest soon started to grow over time. She had hoped that the longer time went on, the less it would hurt.

Yet that pain settled deep into her chest, rooted into her nerves and very soul all at once. Francesca’s heart felt heavy and her mind was so occupied with the thoughts of what could’ve been. 

She hated that it still bothered her, that it still pained her absence. Some days she would wake up abruptly and hope to get something, even a small glimpse of Michaela.  

Surprisingly, in the midst of this all Eloise out of all people invited her to attend a small gathering at the Featheringtons. She disliked going to huge crowds and having to talk to people. Despite it all she decided to attend just for a little. It was the best she could do at such a time. 

In within a few minutes the maids helped Francesca get ready and the frontman prepared the carriage for her. She then got in the carriage and settled in her seat. Once the carriage started moving Francesca couldn’t help but look off at the sun gently admiring the stars that illuminated her night. 

Sometimes deep down, a foolish part of her always wondered if Michaela was also staring at the moon at the same time she was. Feeling connected to her in some way even if it was in a mere second.

It wasn’t very long before she arrived home. She then opened the door and walked towards the entrance of the home. Everyone was coming in around this time all into a bunch of groups.

Some were families that were invited. A few were couples that had their fingers intertwined with one another.

Much to Francesca’s displeasure, her eyes would linger at their fingers and remember the times her hand would brush up on Michaela. 

Especially that night she had held her hand reassuringly. It shouldn’t have affected her, none of it shouldn't have been felt deeply. Yet she couldn’t help it. 

The arrival at such a crowded place made her instantly realize that she made a grave mistake. She shouldn't have came tonight, but something inside her told her in doing so. She knew her family was inside chatting but it wasn’t her family that drew her in.

Despite all of this she decided to go into the home taking in the loud music, and the obnoxious amount of people into the crowd.  Not very long after she notice Eloise quickly approaching me. Her face held an uncomfortably tight smile, hiding something.

“My dear sister, I'm so happy you arrived.” Eloise said, hugging her briefly and pulling away to meet eyes.

“Eloise, what is the matter?” Francesca asked curiously, hinting to her face. Eloise just kept the smile for another second before looking around.

“There’s nothing wrong.” She lied and then looked towards our mother. Once she was out of the vision she let out a relief sigh. “Mama is insisting on a suitor again.” Eloise finally confessed.

“You invited me, because of Mama?” Francesca asked before chuckling lightly, a bit shocked.

“What no! I love seeing you.” Eloise quickly said with a big smile. 

“No worries I know how mama gets.” She reassured Eloise and grabbed a small glass her sister had to offer.

Eloise took a sip of her drink with an awkward smile. Before she could ask her something her face scrunched into confusion.

“What is the matter with Eloise?” She asked her sister with a hint of worry. 

“Isn’t that Michaela Stirling?” Those words were enough to make Francesca’s head turn, not too quick to raise suspicion. But enough to get Eloise’s attention.

In that very moment Francesca instantly made eyes on Michaela's figure, she was chatting with Benedict only briefly, she held a glass in one of her hands and held a fake smile. She was not one for crowds and yet she always put a good front.

Not too deep into her conversation Michaela turned her head and quickly found Francesca’s eyes. She froze like a deer in headlights. Her fingers instinctively gripped the glass she was holding.

Francesca on the other hand. She was unsure on how to act. Michaela was right in front of her, with all her glory. And despite this she did not act. She didn’t walk towards her nor call out for her. Instead a huge wave of emotions arose deep inside her, filling her mind with conflict.

It didn’t take very long before Michaela excused herself and started making her way towards Francesca. She moved around the crowd getting closer to her.

But to Francesca it was all too much she just took a step back. She then turned to face Eloise who was staring at her worried and confused.

“I’m sorry I must go.” Francesca quickly excused herself before handing Eloise the glass and walking away from her.

“You have merely arrived.” Eloise spoke but it wasn’t enough to keep Francesca there any longer she did not want to speak to Michaela, not right now, not like this.

Unsure of where she would go, her only mission was to get out of the dance. She moved her way through the crowd until she found the back door and walked towards the yard that was in the back. She walked down the steps and eventually decided to take a moment to stop and think.

After all this time she wanted nothing more than to see Michaela. And yet when she was right in front of her she wanted nothing more to stay away. Not out of regret, but more so out of fear. 

Fear of what she would say.

It wasn’t very long before the silence was interrupted by the sound of the back door opening. She did not want to look out of the fear that it was her.

“Francesca.” The voice that she knew all too well even after all this time called out for her. The way her name rolled so effortlessly off her lips made it even harder for her to think.

“Leave me alone.” Francesca spoke, her voice was as stable as it could be for a situation like this. She didn’t dare to look at her just keeping her back turned away from her.

“Just a second.” Michaela spoke, trying to keep her there just for a few seconds, in hopes she could fix something. “Could you look at me.” She asked her voice sounded like she was also trying to keep

Herself grounded.

But it didn’t change anything, Francesca kept her back turned not listening to her.

“I know you’re upset-“

“Upset? You don’t just walk back into London and demand my attention.” Francesca finally turned around having enough confidence in doing so. Yet she was quick to regret that decision.

When she turned she was met by a pair of eyes that were looking for hers desperately. Michaela kept her distance but her fingers twitched ever so slightly, almost holding back from something.

Francesca too held herself back. She bit her tongue hard enough to prevent her from saying anymore. From showing too much to her. She wanted nothing to do with her. And yet she wanted nothing more than to look at Michaela.

She was breathtaking, with all her beauty so captivating and so radiant. It was nearly impossible for Francesca to keep any bit of composure she had left.

Without any more words Francesca walked away. Turning her head away from her face and stepping to the opposite direction. For the first time since their departure she decided to be the one to walk away without voicing her concerns.

“How do I get your attention?” Michaela asked, trying to hold back any sense of desperation in her words. 

“You earn it.” Was all Francesca said before making her way to the carriage.

—

Upset and overwhelmed she rode inside the carriage hoping that the stop would soon arrive so she could put this behind her. Even now that Michaela was in town, she did not want to see her.

It’s odd, since she’s spent all her time wanting to get a glimpse of her. And now she does not want to utter a word to her. Is that what time does? 

Even with that in her mind. The ache in her chest didn’t stop. It lingered and stayed like a horrible stain. She was tired of the feeling. Irritated that it’s still there despite it all.

The carriage soon stopped in front of her home. She was quick to get out of the carriage, not letting the maids open the door for her. The weather was starting to settle as a few droplets landed on the concrete she walked on.

She made her way inside and got into her comfortable attire for bed. Francesca did not want to spend any more time in that dress. Once she was done she walked towards the living room and sat by the camp fire like she had done the previous nights. Yet much to her surprise there was a light knock to the living room door.

“What is the matter?” Francesca asks, confused as to why her Maid was calling for her.

“You have a guest.” The response made Francesca stand up once more unsure of who could need her attention. She had just arrived at the house and someone was already there.

“Who is it?” Before Francesca could even get the name of the person, Michaela's appearance was revealed right beside Francesca’s maid. 

“No.” Francesca simply said turning away and walking towards the shelf of books.

“Francesca, listen to me.” Michaela's voice sounded a little more impatient as she walked into the room. The maids quickly got the hint, closing the door behind them. 

“You don’t get to waltz in here and tell me to listen.” Francesca says trying to keep herself in check. It doesn't stop Michaela 

“Is that what you think this was? That I waltz here as if I wanted to?” Michaela asked, her voice a bit more hoarse and strong. It made Francesca turn her head to look at her.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? Having another one of your moments?” Francesca asked her to make eye contact with Michaela. 

“You have no idea how it feels to come back after all this time.” She said trying to keep her common ground.

“Must’ve been really easy, it seems that you left without giving me a proper announcement.” Francesca said a bit stubbornly, after all this time it only made her more guarded from everything.

“I was going to tell you-“

“When would that be? Months after your departure or after my fifth letter?” Francesca was far too upset and frustrated by Michaela's departure but her voice was hurt. It only made Michaela's shoulder slouch down and give.

“You promised me.” Francesca spoke once more, her voice slightly cracking. It only served more fuel into Michaela's inner turmoil.

“You don’t think that I’ve thought of that moment? That it does not bother me?” She asked now, more upset losing her control.

“Now you regret it?” Francesca asked but her eyes held a sense of vulnerability and hurt that didn’t need to be said.

“I regretted it the moment I was in that carriage!” Michaela's words came out strong with a sense of held desperation. It made Francesca still and her breath hitch.

“You consume me, there is nothing that I could do to forget that. Ever since the day in the living room I’ve felt a burn that engulfs my very being. And I’ve tried nothing more than to keep it away, to forget. But no matter how far I go or how hard I try, I cannot get my mind off of you.” She confessed her voice was heavy with convection and unable to hide it anymore.

Francesca did everything in her ability to not move closer to her.

“You do not think that you consume me?” Francesca asked and it only made Michaela stop in her tracks.

“I cannot stop thinking about you. Since the moment that you walked away from those doors I have not stopped thinking about you. I look over my shoulder every day. I hope to get a glimpse of you, to be near you even if it’s merely seconds. I cannot help but need you at every wake of my being to be alive and mourn you that if you were not.” Francesca admitted to Michaela the confession, creating a thick atmosphere between the two. It held a sense of anticipation, one of which they did not dare to name.

The two looked at each other with wide eyes at one another’s admissions and breathing heavily.

“I read all your letters.” Michaela said, trying to cut the thickness in the room. “I should’ve written back.” She added with a much more apologetic tone.

“You’re here now.” Was all Francesca said before taking a step forward and cupping Michaela's face. She then pulled her into a kiss.

It wasn’t very long before Michaela gasped before melting into her kiss, holding onto Francesca's hands for a sense of stability. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant. Trying to memorize the foreign sensation on each other's lips. 

Michaela pulled away and stared at Francesca shocked. Francesca stilled, she didn’t dare to move unsure if she had crossed the line. 

The moment of silence only lasted a few seconds before Michaela wrapped her arms around Francesca’s shoulders and pulled her into a kiss. This time the kiss was more sloppy and far more passionate than the other one.

The two let out a gasp of need while kissing each other. Francesca was quick to wrap her arms around Michaela's waist pulling her closer to her until the two had their bodies pressed together.

Michaela pulled away from the kiss for a brief second, but it was enough time for Francesca to start planting kisses on her jaw and neck. The smell of Michaela's perfume was far too much for Francesca to hold herself back from letting out a light moan against her skin.

A gasp and light moan was heard escaping Michaela's lips as she held onto Francesca. The noise alone served her a deep desire that she never knew she had.

Francesca lightly kissed and sucked into her neck until she found Michaela's pulse point. In return it made Michaela let out a louder moan than before her back slightly arching at the new sensation.

Michaela then pulled Francesca's face away from her neck and made her look into her eyes. Both gave each other a look of desperation and a pent up desire. Michaela's eyes were dilated and she tried her best to keep her composure.

Francesca on the other hand did not care, she was quick to pull Michaela into another kiss. This time was more demanding than the last. It instantly made Michaela grab onto her shoulders firmly as she kissed her back. Francesca then dragged her tongue into Michaela's mouth while holding the side of her face to deepen the kiss. Michaela was quick to grant her access, doing the same in return. 

Francesca held her waist with one hand firmly while she slowly stepped forward making Michaela step back. It wasn’t long before the back of Michaela's legs were touching the armrest of the couch. 

The two parted away from the kiss breathlessly. Panting, but again Francesca went to kiss her jaw and trial down to her neck while the hand that was on her waist slowly trails down to her leg. Her fingers touch the exposed skin reacting to instant contact.

Michaela let out a light whimper at the touch and her legs instinctively parted giving Francesca more space. Francesca was quick to look up and meet eyes with Michaela.

“Is this alright?” Francesca asked not daring to move her hand any farther than she already was. But by the look of Michaela's face, there wasn’t much to be said. 

“Mhm” She nods her head before pulling Francesca into a needy kiss. Francesca was quick to kiss her back, unable to hold herself from doing so.

Her hand slowly went up her leg nearing her inner thigh. But the kiss just went on, only intensifying the more my hand got closer to her. It was only then when she had lightly brushed her hand against her that she let out a loud gasp and looked at Francesca’s face once more. Their breaths mingled with one another while looking at one another.

Francesca quickly wrapped her free hand around her waist before moving past her undergarment and inserting her fingers inside her. It instantly made Michaela moan out loud, her fingers digging into Francesca’s back creating little moons on her skin.

Francesca also moaned at Michaela's pleasure while moving her fingers at a slow pace. Michaela's body was quick to respond, her hips moving against Francesca’s fingers thrusting against them. 

Michaela threw her head back and let out light noises not trying to make too much noises. Francesca went to kiss her neck and collarbone only to be stopped by the dress. She tried to move a bit of Michaela's dress to the side but it wouldn’t budge.

“Take off your dress.” Francesca’s words came out thick and her hand went to the back of her dress trying to find the zipper.

Michaela never looked away from her finding this form of Francesca more daring than she would like to admit. With a swift motion Michaela reached to her back and found the zipper, she then slowly started to unzip the dress while holding eye contact with Francesca.

It was only then when she had gotten half way that Francesca stepped in pulling the rest of the zipper down before tugging the dress off of Michaela. Once the dress touched the floor, there was a sudden urgency that filled the room.

Michaela quickly stepped closer to Francesca pulling her into a messy kiss, she then reached the back of Francesca’s dress and unzipped it off of her. Francesca was quick to oblige, she helped her tug it off of her before wrapping her hands around her now exposed body.

Francesca’s lips kissed Michaela's collar bone. Then it slowly moved to her sternum. Her hands caressed her sides and slowly went up her body until she had touched Michaela's chest.

Michaela was quick to unclasp her bra so she didn’t have much trouble in giving her access. Once her bra was off Francesca cupped her chest and dragged her tongue against them, unable to get enough of Michaela. 

“Francesca.” Michaela moans her words coming out as sweet as honey. It only makes Francesca wrap her arms around her waist and guide her towards the couch until her back is against the cushions.

Francesca then comes beside her one leg in between her legs and slightly hovering over her as she kisses her. Michaela slightly raised herself up and planted kisses on Francesca’s shoulders and neck. 

The sudden contact made Francesca’s movements stutter. Her hands half onto Michaela. This time Michaela was taking advantage of Francesca’s sudden halt. 

Michaela hands on her back as she kissed Francesca neck and collarbone. Her other hand caressed her stomach and sides until she dragged her tongue against Francesca’s chest giving her the same sensation she once felt.

It instantly made Francesca moan while looking down at Michaela. She gave Francesca a brief look before focusing on her current task.

“I’ve missed you.” Francesca confessed her words thick with a need that she didn’t voice. Not that she needed to. Michaela instantly stopped and broke away from Francesca’s skin.

It gave Francesca a chance to pull her into a kiss while moving her hand back down to her inner thigh.

“I’ve ached for you, for far too long.” Michaela confessed against Francesca’s lips too much in the moment to care. It wasn’t long until they parted from the kiss panting.

“I always ache for you.” Francesca adds against her lips before moving her hand underneath Michaela's undergarment and pressing two fingers inside her.

Michaela let out a loud moan once before grabbing her undergarment and fully removing it so she could give Francesca more access. Francesca moved her pace, moving her fingers much quicker against her. 

Michaela didn’t look away from Francesca’s face. And far to Francesca’s surprise she felt Michaela bringing her fingers to her inner thigh.

It caught Francesca off guard, her fingers stopping briefly but quickly feeling the thrust from Michaela's hips to accommodate for it.

Her fingers then tugged a portion of her undergarment before Francesca just helped her fully remove it. It was until that moment that she made eye contact with Michaela once more, a bit nervous.

She had done things before but none of it led to much of her pleasure. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Michaela reassured her. Francesca nodded her head, trusting her before leaning back down.

Right when she was about to kiss Michaela's lips she felt her fingers go inside her. Only this time it was a different sensation that she had ever felt. It was raw, a delicious type of sensation that led to Francesca wanting more of it. 

Francesca held eye contact with Michaela while. She moved her hips slowly just as Michaela was doing against Francesca’s fingers.

But it wasn’t long before the two grew old of the pace that they started moving their hips faster against each other's fingers. 

Both Michaela and Francesca started to grow more breathless the more they moved against one another. Their need of contact getting more needier by the second and the desire to be as close to one another didn’t help.

“Stay with me, can you do that?” Francesca asked in a haste tone unable to form much of a sentence. Michaela never looked away from her.

“Fran-“ 

“Stay, I need you here.” Francesca confessed once more unable to hold back the overwhelming need that she has over Michaela. Her fingers moving against Michaela faster than before.

“I need you.” Michaela gasped, unable to process everything at once. Her desire for Francesca grew stronger by the second.

Their hips moved faster against each other but it wasn’t as controlled as before. The two started to move more slopishly and erratically.

 “I’ll stay, I don’t want to go anywhere else.” Michaela's words are thick and she can’t stop herself from moving faster. 

It wasn’t very long before Michaela let out one last moan, it was far louder than all the others. The echo of her voice coming visibly, yet a beautiful symphony to Francesca ears. 

Francesca soon started to feel a sudden sensation in her stomach forming a light knot that started to feel prominent the more she moved her hips. But unable to stop herself. 

“Michaela I feel something.” Francesca pants while holding onto Michaela's shoulder her tone is worried. This was the first time Francesca was getting such a feeling.

“I know, you’re doing so well.” Michaela talks her through it. Before Francesca could even panic any more she felt a sudden tension and tightness soon release her body. It was such a blissful sensation yet so overwhelming, unable to hold herself from letting out a loud whimper at the feeling.

Michaela helped her ride out her peak before slowing her pace and soon moving her hand away from Francesca. With a few pants Francesca fell beside her and moved her hand away from Michaela. 

The two were quick to wrap their arms around one another. Relishing into each other’s embrace. 

Despite the two panting like they had just ran a marathon, Francesca couldn’t help but get a sense of comfort from it. To be so close to Michaela after all this time.

“I don’t ever want to be far from you.” Michaela confesses, finally turning her head and looking at Francesca.

“Don’t dare to walk away.” Francesca told her but it was more of a plea than a warning. It made Michaela's heart hurt at Francesca’s vulnerability. 

“Not this time.” Michaela reassured Francesca with a hand on the side of Francesca’s cheek brushing the loose strand of hair and kissing her lips lightly. 

Anthony Bridgerton x plus-size reader

warnings: 18+‼️, fingering, dry humping, kissing, fem reader.

// Anthony fingers you in his study

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Anthony loves you in every color but his heart drops when you wear his favorite. Whether it's light or dark he loves you in purple. The color bouncing off your skin making you glow. He liked to think you wore that color just for him. Like somehow you knew he loved you in it.

Which you did, you could see the clench in his fist and twitch in his eye. It was hard to miss when he made it so obvious. Always leading you to a space where you could be alone.

"You look lovely today." his whispered tone shooting straight up your spine.