Title: DAY 15 Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader || Sense and Sensibility Categories: regency birthday sex | angry sex | smut RICKMAS: Winter Solitude - Justin R. Durban Word count: 2.1k HAPPY BIRTHDAY! @cruentum-melis
"Why, Colonel! You are a blessed man! Hah, isn't he, John? Oh, he is, and you can't tell me otherwise!" Mrs Jennings exclaimed as she usually would, a bit too loud for comfort yet not loud enough for anyone to dare mention it.
She always behaved this way, treading on the edge of acting out too much, but not quite enough to make anyone risk bringing it up. She clapped her hands, laughing and leaning back in her seat. Before long, she pushed herself upright again to grab one of the tea cups that lay waiting for her.
"Oh! He certainly is, oh! Ha ha, Mrs Jennings!" John laughed, covering his stomach with his arms.
Both laughed together, much to Colonel Brandon and the Dashwoods' awkwardness. At least the young Dashwoods. They didn't seem to understand the situation any more than he did. They tolerated the outlandish expression of emotion done by Mrs Jennings and Sir John because by now, they were known for their spirited behaviour.
It was hard to tell what was amusing Mrs Jennings and him so much, seeing how the conversation was purely revolving around the fortunate proximity between two joyous events. These two events were the upcoming Christmas, but even sooner, it was Lady L/N's birthday. Decorating would have commenced later, perhaps, by a few days. But, with Lady L/N's arrival, the Colonel arranged for his home to be as welcoming for the holidays as common sense permitted. She was a fine lady, and most importantly, everyone figured something was going on between her and the Colonel. Mrs Jennings, who had no better activity than to sit around and concoct possibilities for the best marriages, was already confident in the outstanding compatibility between the Colonel and Lady L/N.
"Before June, they will be wed, and she'll be with the Colonel's son only weeks after they say their vows. Mark my words, John." Mrs Jennings insisted. This time, the conversation was going a bit too far for comfort, and the Colonel rose to his feet to excuse himself momentarily. Just then, a chance of escape came.
One of the servants had come to bring refreshments to the Drawing Room, excusing her delay and explaining that it had taken longer because they were still concerned with decorating the Lobby and hall as per Colonel Brandon's instructions.
The man turned on his feet at the mention of his name and bowed his head respectfully to Mrs Jennings before following the servants outside to see how they were faring with the decorating and to offer a hand if needed. Outside, he discovered that his servants had done an impressive job, and the arrangements were nearly all in place. Soon, Lady L/N would arrive, and he desired to welcome her as a gentleman should. Especially considering that she was as kind as to accept his offer.
When she told him that her birthday was only a few days short of Christmas, in a fit of passion, the Colonel invited her to take residence at his Delaford manor for the celebration. Afraid she'd refuse if he requested her alone, he promised to extend the offer to their common acquaintances. To invite the Dashwoods and Palmers.
As for Mrs Jennings and Sir John, well… They invited themselves as they usually would.
"Mr Brandon, the stable boy said he saw a carriage a few miles from here." One of the servants came up to the Colonel, who was concerned with helping one of the maids hang up the mistletoe. He smiled kindly at her as he took the holly bough from her hands to ease her work. As he hung it, his mind drifted to what Mrs Jennings and John would have to say about this, would they notice, but luckily, the servant calling out for him pulled him out of his concerns.
"That should be Ms L/N." Colonel Brandon smiled, then followed the man who warned him out to the stables. "Is there any word from the Palmers yet?"
The servant walked past Brandon to fetch a hay bale. He dragged it lazily after himself into one of the unoccupied stables and began to break it apart. He removed its twine, then pulled off flakes by hand to spread it out for bedding and some for feed.
"The Palmers might not make it tonight, Mr Brandon. Days fall shorter, and Mrs Palmer might have chosen to remain housed at a lodging on her way here."
The Colonel held his hands behind his back, sighing. "That is a shame. Lady L/N takes kindly to the Palmers and sees Mr Palmer as a dear friend. I can but hope the news of his absence will not dishearten her." Just as he was done speaking, the stable boy rushed in, warning them that the Lady L/N's carriage had arrived.
"Oh, and then I told Colonel Brandon what a charmer he is!" Mrs Jennings laughed alongside Sir John. The Colonel was polite as he usually would, but he was visibly uncomfortable in this situation, embarrassed by that woman in front of Lady L/N, whom he wanted to court. But with the brash, blatant behaviour she displayed, his chances to grow closer to Y/N L/N grew thinner by the second.
You figured out how the poor Colonel was feeling, but you would be lying if you pretended not to think his shame adorable. You knew how Mrs Jennings could be, so you had a habit of letting what she said come through one ear and leave the other. Seeing Brandon embarrassed in a group of close friends was definitely a sight.
The man tried to intervene. "But, if I may, should we not turn our attention to Ms L/N instead? It is a day of celebration for her, and I daresay it feels unfair to talk of me."
"Oh, Colonel, why so humble! I found that story enticing! Oh, and so what if it is my birthday? These stories of you are certainly a lovely gift from Mrs Jennings!" You teased, with a soft smile at the corner of your lips. Less the story, more the embarrassed reaction the Colonel was trying to hide. "Please, Mrs Jennings! Resume that story!"
The Colonel's face was dusted pink, but despite the embarrassment and desire to say something, he remained silent. His gaze fixed on the ground, he was subjected to this torturous experience. Forced to see how every chance to court you was being crushed as Mrs Jennings made him appear a fool in your eyes.
"Oh, you cannot stay?"
"Oh, Y/N, I promise on my honour I would, but I have to take these young ladies home! Oh, their mother must be worried sick, isn't that so, John?"
"Precisely!"
"But don't be so gloomy, dearest! As soon as morning comes, we will come back and bring their poor mother with us. You must understand, I don't have it in my heart to let poor Mrs Dashwood alone in such an unforgiving winter night at Barton." Mrs Jennings hugged you and followed Sir John and the Dashwoods to the carriages. "Oh, and I'll pull Mr Palmer's ears for being such a Dicked in the nob and missing your birthday!"
You waved off the noisy bunch, smiling. All gone but yourself and Colonel Brandon, who had greeted them out, then went to assure himself that your room had been warmed up properly to last over the night.
"She would not keep quiet!" Colonel Brandon grunted, his hands firmly holding your hips as he pounded into you from behind, rocking the bed beneath you. "She shames me in front of you, Ms L/N, after she herself admits it is visible that I desire to court you."
You couldn't be any more glad that Mrs Jennings annoyed Colonel Brandon, because here he was fucking the attitude out of you. Teasing him about Mrs Jennings had been both the best and worst choice you've made, and you weren't regretting it one bit.
"What brash behaviour! What lack of elegance! She wishes me married before June, yet when I set myself to court you, miss, she cannot help herself but devastate my chances." The Colonel's hands buried angrily in your hips, his thrusts picking up pace. He pushed his hands up against your hips, lifting your nightgown further to reveal your back. He leaned forward, his chest pressed against your heated back.
"Tell me, Miss L/N, would you desire me after the way in which Mrs Jennings portrayed me as a fool?"
His hand released your sides, and he placed it on top of yours as he hovered over you from behind. The Colonel had you trapped under his body, holding you in place as he continued to drive his hips forward. Each thrust drove so deep inside you, stroking your insides so right that your words turned to mush and by the time an answer formed, it became a jumbled mess with the next thrust.
"It was supposed to be the perfect celebration for you, Miss L/N. A favourable day to appreciate you." The Colonel buried his face against your shoulder, kissing the skin with burning touches of his lips, which craved you like a man starved. He let himself go in this anger, which he had contained so dutifully for so long.
You grunted, leaning your head into the kisses, exposing your neck and shoulder further for his lips. "Keep going."
The Colonel growled, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. One hand remained on top of yours, to keep you trapped, while the other moved around you, squeezing your body up into his own as he fucked into you. He was so eaten up by his shame and anger that he didn't notice how little sense his fears made. He worried you would not desire him no longer because of Mrs Jennings, yet here you were, bare and on your fours, taking his cock despite no proposal having been made and no wedding in sight. You let him have his way with you with an eager passion which he became nearly drunk on, so intoxicated that he paid no mind to what it all implied.
"I assure you her comments did not change my mind, Colonel." You moaned at the kisses, squirming in his grip as he shoved his hips further up into yours, the sound of his cock too lewd for what you imagined the Colonel to be like in the safety of his chambers. "Her comments, you should thank, for they made me think of you sweeter than a cake and more desirable than any other gentleman."
"Nonsense…" The Colonel growled, yet this time he sounded softer. Your words, your favour, he desired so deeply that any word from you he would have blindly believed, for it was spoken by your sweet lips. "By her words, she ruined my chances to court you gentlemanly, to pursue you and ask for your hand,"
You held tightly on the mattress, arching your back and pushing back against his cock, feeling yourself dripping around his size. "I dare disagree with a large majority of what you have said. Indeed, you 'court' me not in a gentlemanly way at the moment, but it is a form of courting nonetheless, and I surely expect you to pursue me still."
The Colonel continued to drive his hips into you until you came around his size. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around him caused a loud groan to come rumbling from his chest and for his own orgasm to rapidly come over him. Yet, he pulled away sharply and came over your ass, his hand moving to your hip and the other using the mattress as leverage. He leaned on your back, his weight making you both crash down on the bed together.
He spent a while with you in his arms, until both of you caught your breath. Only after his mind came down from the high to a serene state did he become painfully aware of the extent of his actions. The Colonel nearly jumped to apologise, but you rolled your eyes, expecting it and grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him to kiss you. He softened up and returned the gesture, yet when the kiss broke, he tried to apologise again. You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. You prevented him from saying anything.
After having done so a few times, he caught the hint and tried no more to apologise. He merely pulled you into his chest and whispered against your lips, "Happy birthday," before allowing your lips to capture his again.
