Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 00:31:26</strong>
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				(Posted on behalf of The Fifth Master)<br><br>Captain, Sir John Edward Bradford, 2nd Earl of Durham, lately of her Majesties Heavy Calvary, sat on a bench instead of a saddle and stared out the train window as the rain hit the glass.<br>&nbsp;<br>Jolly ole England. He wasn't glad to be back. He wanted to be in the thick of it. Had all but begged. Yet here he was, buggering rain and bum leg. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Next stop Whiltshire and Havershire on Avon," The conductor announced as he walked the car.<br>&nbsp;<br>The train came to a slow noisy halt. John pushed off the seat with both hands and grimaced as he reached for his bag. The first step was always the worst. He carried the cane close to his chest and gratefully limped behind someone's grandmother stepping off the train.<br>&nbsp;<br>The place was bustling with the crowds exiting and boarding trains. Whistle chattered as engineers talked to each other from across miles of train track. The hiss of the steam engines and the hot smell of coal burning chimney rolling at a brisk 15 kilometers or better. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Devilishly fast," He said amazed as he watched a train pick up speed away from the station. He was staring as he walked and not really paying attention.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 00:34:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>At the precise moment, John’s mother was speeding towards him in a cloud of lilac silk. She caught a glimps of him, his back towards her as he stared at the train. “Johhny.” She called out pushing people away from him, perhaps it was an uncouth action to run along the platform, or push people out of the way but this was her baby. <br><br>As he turned round she placed her arms around him. “Oh Johnny, I’m glad your safe.” She smiled disentangling herself from him as his father strode up behind her; he smiled slightly, “Son.” He said with a nod, once he had seen that he was alive he wanted to get home as quickly as possible…all these poor people...it was enough to make anyone ill. <br><br>The porter was already at the car placing the large wooden box into the trunk. The journey lasted no more then an hour; there was little point of talking as the open top of the car took all breath from ones mouth. It was easier to just to stay quiet that seemed to be the family motto. “Stay quiet and don’t ask questions.”</em><br></span><br><hr><br><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Gracie Marsden had always lived and worked at the manor house, and now that the John was arriving back it was a time of jubilation, despite the circumstances in which he was coming back. In the last year she had been promoted from kitchen maid to chamber maid after the current one was found to be in the family way… The housekeeper trusted Gracie, possibly because it was her own daughter, possibly because she knew that she would never do anything like that. She was saving up to study nursing to do help out as she can. <br><br>So now she was in John’s bedroom, airing it out, setting up the fire and making sure it was fine for when he arrived, as per her instructions. Pushing a lock of her dark red hair from her eyes, the wind caught the window blowing it open fully. Sighing she knew she would have to close it, it was better if she fell out then if John did. Moving back to the window leaning out of it, her hips pressing against the window sit as she reached for the handle. Her hand resting on the closed glass, standing on her toes she leant out further. Grabbing the handle she realised that the car was back, half out of the window just as the door opened.</span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:22:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; Captain John Edward Bradford had almost gotten away cleanly. The time with his men had changed him. He was no longer the school boy. He turned to her voice and waited. Not running to embrace her. He was a man at 24 and she would need to accept that.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Hello mother," He said with a smile as he held her. He was glad to see her. Glad to see them both. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Father," He greeted and held back a hand shake as it was inappropriate for a Captain to shake hands with the Earl. <br>&nbsp;<br>But he had a sly look and a can't wait to talk to you later glint in his eyes. The look in his father's eyes was clear and focused on the crowd. Disgust mixed with loath and pity. If only the man knew them as he did, worked with them daily, counted on them. Maybe then the Earl would not feel that way. <br>&nbsp;<br>John Bradford did not feel incline to have that discussion with his father. Now or ever. It wasn't his place. He would heal and then return to his unit. What did he really care, what could it possibly matter what his father did or did not think.<br>&nbsp;<br>The ride to the estate was miserable. Only for the grey that hung overhead, and the reason he was in England to begin with. There was no chatting. And for once he was glad for it. His mother had proven to be an endless chatter box. She could be demanding and cruel. But today he had made her happy. And she sat content beside his father as they stopped at the front door.<br>&nbsp;<br>Arthur, the Butler held the door and greeted him as he stepped down to the ground. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Thank you it's good to be ..." A movement caught his combat trained senses. He looked and his hand reaching instinctively for a pistol he no longer wore at his side. <br>&nbsp;<br>It was a woman. Hanging from his bedroom window. <br>&nbsp;<br>"What ever is she doing?" He mumbled and now curious, stepped almost directly under her. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I say! Do you need assistance, or can you manage?" He asked with a smirk.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:47:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>Gracie did not hear the voiced from below her she was too high up and too preocupied with trying to get the window closed. She had been told by her mother that John had been shot in the leg she did not know if that meant he was in a wheel chair or missing a leg or what, but she knew she would fond out soon.<br><br>&nbsp;Closing and locking the window she tried to straighten her black maids dress out, luckily the dress actually fit her, it was not handed down like most of be other girls her mother had gotten her a brand new set, so she worked hards to keep it clean and pressed neatly. Taking one last look round the room she straightened the bottom of one corner. She knew that they had arrived so he would be in his room momentarily. <br><br>Heading out the door she walked straight into someone, frowning she rubbed her head, whoever it was was a good half a foot taller then herself. "Oh I am sorry Sir please forgive me." She took a few steps back into the room to let whoever past. Looking up she did not recognise<br>who it was that she had walked it. The man was in military uniform...could it be John? She frowned slightly as she rubbed her head again.<br><br><br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 07:51:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; 　<br>　<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; The shock of red hair. John Bradford looked deep into those eyes. His own brown eyes the color of his oak like his hair. Short shaven in the fashion of the military and a mustache that curled pleasantly upward. All acquired while out of country in her majesties service.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Gracie? Little Gracie with smashing scarlet hair to her back and freckles that blossom like daisies in summer?" He stares in surprise. Had it been that long. Where had they been keeping such a beauty. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Where you out the window, then?" He asked trying to find something decent to say. "I shouted you up but you vanished. Whatever were you doing. You could have fallen!"<br>&nbsp;<br>He stopped as the heat burned his ears, " Listen to me. Here not five minutes and I'm giving orders like I'm in command." He let the moment of silence become awkward before speaking. "It's good to see you again." </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 17:09:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>Gracie’s soft grey eyes looked into his he had changed, he was taller then before and the moustache was new, it made him look older. She blushed as he spoke about her, she was 19 now he had been gone for a few years, and she had gotten taller and filled out under her dress. <br><br>“I was trying to close the window, the wind caught it.” She bit her lip blushing heavily as he berated her. She looked at the floor, she knew that it was a stupid thing to do but she had done it so he didn’t hurt himself trying to fall out of the window. <br><br>She didn’t know what to say, when she heard him say: </em>“It’s good to see you again.”<em> she blushed as she looked up at him slightly as she smiled. They had spent many summers as children together, until Gracie was 8 then she was expected to work, she barely saw him after that, he was at school. She smiled, “I’m glad that your home.” She whispered. “Everyone was so anxious when you were sent to war…” She bit her lip blushing slightly.</em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 20:32:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; Gracie. No longer a child. Beautiful in a blush. He took a step closer. She wore a fragrance that mingled deliciously with her grey eyes and her scarlet hair. He breathed her in. Was he staring. He shouldn't but he couldn't keep his eyes off her as they chatted. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Everyone? Including you?" He asked in a deep quiet tone meant for her ears only. <br>&nbsp;<br>Did she care. But it has been so long ago since they had spent time together. And worlds apart. There was that too. It was his father's house after all. But he was riveted to spot next to her unable to tear himself away. Compelled. Perhaps even secretly wanting. In that moment he had to know. Was she glad to see him as thought he meant more than just someone she knew in childhood.<br>　<br>　<br>　<br>　
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 20:53:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled softly as she looked up at him. “I was anxious, but you’re safe now.” She smiled softly, running a hand through her hair she felt her heart beating faster. Blushing heavily she looked up at him about to reply when his mother appeared behind him.<br><br>“Oh Gracie, bring some tea up, I wish to speak to John.” She blushed heavily looking up at them. “Yes, Ma’am.” She smiled as she curtsied heading out of the door, her arm brushing against him as she walked out.<br><br>Heading into the kitchen she set up a tray of tea and cakes, making sure to put on his favourite cake on the tray. Heading back upstairs she knocked on the door before heading inside. Opening the door she placed the tray on the table, setting it up for them. “Will there be anything else?”<br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 22:41:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Come in," He said expectantly and stood by the door. <br>&nbsp;<br>It wasn't as though he had any purpose other than to hold the door until she left. It wasn't as if her blush meant anything. <br>&nbsp;<br>He had taken exception to several blushing cheeks before. Blushing cheeks were not unknown to him.<br>&nbsp;<br>As for the brush of her body against his. There had been several of those from others as well. He had to admit that none felt as warm. None stirred him as the ghost of those that accidentally fell upon his body in her goings and now her coming. <br>&nbsp;<br>And if he were to admit it. None had instantly thrilled him so completely as that recent brief contact.<br>&nbsp;<br>His mother answered before he could. Giving directions about the room and linens and when to return later while he took in every curve and expression of her as thought committing her to memory.<br>&nbsp;<br>The way she complimented the maids dress. How alive she seemed. How engaging. And were there not a distance that he must keep, he would like to spend time with her. Perhaps brief contact was best. He was a military man, and there was a war he would return to once healed. Brief contact indeed.<br>&nbsp;<br>The edges of his lips curled up into a smile.<br>　
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 23:10:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled and nodded to his mother, “I will Ma’am.” She looked at John, and curtsied to both of them before leaving with the tray. She headed downstairs and carried on her work, knowing that she would be in trouble with her own mother.<br><br>John’s mother sat there watching the girl, she left quickly. “Do you remember Amber?” She smiled slightly pouring the tea for both of them. “She was fairly short, had dark hair, very pretty…It seems that is with child now…around about the time your brother was staying here.” She smiled slightly as she took a sip of tea.<br><br>“I hope that Gracie doesn’t fall into the same predicament, especially since her mother is a trusted employee for the past 25 years.” She smiled again but hope she got her point across. Picking up a piece of cake she smiled at him. <br><br>“So, tell me... everything.” She smiled.<br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 03:05:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; John Bradford watched Gracie exit the room. It took his whole body to push the door closed and he was still turned in that direction when he heard his mother's chatter behind him.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Amber?," He repeated. "I don't.." <br>&nbsp;<br>He didn't get far as she continued. He simply walked over and sat down again to listen as his father often did. He wondered if he was getting that old. Old as the bloody dirt.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Ahh.." He mumbled as she threatened. Much like his father. Aware of the possibility and dismissing it entirely without being obvious.<br>&nbsp;<br>His brother had taken liberties with the staff. A not uncommon practice and it didn't appear that the daft duck had been discreet, careful or tied up loose ends. It fell then into his mother's hands. <br>&nbsp;<br>Unfortunately for the girl. <br>&nbsp;<br>The message was clear. Don't rub your cavorting in our faces. Don't disgrace the Bradford name under any circumstances. An old tune sung off key as far as he saw it. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Well, nothing much to tell really," John began. <br>&nbsp;<br>" Good lads each one. The Colonel, Sir Thomas Preston transferred in from the Queen's Scotts. We've seen a bit of action and...," He smiled broadly opening his arms from his body in a motion to encompass the room.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm here." He said expecting her not to pry further. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Tell me how you've been mother. And I suppose I'll hear the gossip from Arthur." He said mentioning the butler and wanting to bite his tongue off for being stupidly casual with his mother.<br>&nbsp;<br>He knew better. It was a slip of course. It had been some time since he had to act like he was wearing his father's title all the day and night. But he sat like the soldier he was and waited for the blast he expect to come forth.<br>　
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:15:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>His mother smiled slightly at his comments. “Yes you are alive…I hope you don’t think you will be going back any time soon. You’re father is sending messages to your commanding officer trying to get him to see sense, you shouldn’t be on the front line you should be at home finding a wife and bringing me grandchildren that are born from the help.” She scoffed slightly as she finished her tea. <br><br>She looked at John and gave the look that she had finished the conversation. Raising her eyebrow as he mentioned their butler’s first name, most butlers were referred to by their surname. “Do remember John that they are our servants not our friends, it is best to keep a distance from the lower classes, they are nothing but trouble…when you have a house I expect you to instil this into your children lest you have some bastard grandchildren running around and having to pay the mother to keep their mouths shut.” She was almost animated with anger at the betrayal of the servant who forgot her place.<br><br>“As for my health I have been well enough, what with everything considering. I hope that you will stay here and recover. I will get you a nurse obviously to attend to you, and have the doctor come out tomorrow morning, I do not trust the military doctor…who knows what he’s done to you.” She stood up as soon as the sentence was finished. “I am glad you are home, son. Now get better and think nothing more of this silly war, you are home where you belong.” She smiled as she headed to the door, “I’ll send someone up to get the tea things and let you sleep.”</em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em><br>Gracie was in the kitchen trying to sort out the linen for the other bedrooms when her mother walked in. “What are you doing?” She nearly jumped looking up at her mother, “The mistress said she wanted fresh linen on all the beds, I was going to tell her that we already changed them but I thought I shouldn’t argue.” She looked at her, closing her eyes she tried hard not to think of John, he had grown up so well, she was pleased he was back, she considered sending him a few letters but she never sent them…why would he respond she was just a silly girl.<br><br>“Do not worry just smile and nod, but since its already been done, you don’t need to do it again.” She smiled as she took the linen from her daughter placing it back in the cupboard. “You need to go back up there and collect the tea things you left. I’d send someone else, but everyone is busy with the preparation for the meal. I wonder if John realises that everyone is coming tomorrow to see him?”<br><br>Gracie smiled, “I don’t know.” She replied quietly before heading back upstairs with the tray. Knocking on the door, she slowly opened it. “Master John?” She called out quietly, not wanting to get on his mothers bad side.</em></span><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 05:54:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; John listened quietly and knew they had been plotting to have him transferred back to England but now to stay? This was not his mothers to decision. He was a man. He loved the Military and the Calvary suited him. <br>&nbsp;<br>But he listened quietly and heard the pain. Paid her, he assumed it was Amber to be quiet and say nothing of about his brother's child. And his brother. He'd have to pay the old duck a visit. He's probably still at the retreat. John could dash off early in the morning and surprise him. But for now he simply needed to see his mother to the door.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes of course, I shall," he said to his mother as she stepped out of his room. <br>&nbsp;<br>He almost groaned at the thought of old Doctor Alfred B. 'Bleed 'em til they're dry' Quigley. More a horse doctor than a physician. How his family survived three generation of his meddling with their reasonably healthy bodies was a true mark of Darwin theory. Or his bloodline was too bloody mean to die before pesting about for 90 or so years.<br>&nbsp;<br>He was determined after having a dandy chat with Quigley to make off to the retreat and drop in to see William. He was also determined to stop his father from badgering the Military about his own affairs. He was determined to speak with...<br>&nbsp;<br>It hit him. Maybe the way he put his boot down the wrong way. But the stabbing pain ran thru his entire leg like a bayonet blade. It had him reeling. He clutched at it. Staggering. Bumping the table and spilling things as he tried to regain his balance.<br>&nbsp;<br>He cursed in pain and frustration for his sudden lack of control.<br>&nbsp;<br>And if that wasn't enough there was someone opening the door to see him.<br>　
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 15:42:10</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Gracie walked inside, she could see from the look on his face he was in pain. Seeing him stumbling she rushed over to him, her hands at his waist as she looked up at him. “Are you alright?” She whispered.” She bit her lip as she helped him to the bed sitting him down. <br><br>“Is it your leg?” She frowned. “Why don’t I have a look?” She smiled slightly, she had done a little bit of the nursing course. She thought that she could help, if he wanted. Biting her lip she looked at him as he sat on his bed. She couldn’t help but smile, remembering the summers they would spend playing together, despite the age difference, but that was a lifetime ago.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 17:22:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; He allowed her to guide him and sat heavily. He grit his teeth and growled in pain. "YES!" <br>&nbsp;<br>He looked over at her when she offered to help," It means removing my boot and trousers," He warned her. "Perhaps Arthur, unless you're up to it?"<br>&nbsp;<br>At the moment he didn't care who had a look as long as something could be done. It didn't happen as often. But the stabbing pain caught his breath and had tears collect in his eyes with the violence of it. Pain so terrible he was looking thru a red haze and his forehead was beaded with sweat.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 18:59:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She bit her lip slightly as she started to unfasten his boot pulling it off carefully. Moving further up him she bit her lip blushing as she unfastened his trousers pulling them off him slowly. Seeing the bullet wound it had started to bleed again, “Give me a minute.” She touched his hand softly before heading downstairs. Getting some hot water and a clean sponge, soap, a sewing kit and some bandages.<br><br>Heading back into his room she handed him the water before sitting on his bed pulling his leg onto his lap. She started by cleaning the wound, “This is going to hurt.” She looked at him apologetically as she started to sew up the wound. Cleaning it again she bandaged the knee up. “I hope it’s alright.” She whispered as she got off the bed standing beside him.<br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:29:01</strong>
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				&nbsp; 　<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; The minutes of waiting were terrible. He grit his teeth and gave a nod. <br>&nbsp;<br>The boots came off swiftly. But it didn't help either of them that he stared as she placed her hands to his trousers. Her hands lightly touching had him warming as she opened his trousers. He tried to swallow and couldn't as her soft hands stroked down his legs. The pain a dull throb as he found something far more important to focus on. A little disappointment as she turned to leave. <br>&nbsp;<br>The grace of her steps, the way she carried herself. How she hesitated at the door. The blush he couldn't forget the blush as thought sunshine had brightened her face.<br>&nbsp;<br>So he was very attentive when she came back into the room. He wanted to watch her. Look at her. Talk to her. And of course let her work. But he did not expect to be her assistant in his own doctoring.<br>&nbsp;<br>So when she handed him the basin of water he chuckled. It was the casual contact, how carefully she took his leg to her lap. That familiar intimacy as thought they had been together for years that left him speechless for a moment and not the sewing. <br>&nbsp;<br>At that point he didn't even notice the pain. He was too busy watching her work, watching her breath. The rise and fall of her breasts against the restricting maid uniform. The line of her neck, her thoughtful look. Enchanting.<br>And just as suddenly she was done. He was stumbling for something to say. Some way to keep her chatting for a moment longer. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Thank you yes," He replied, "Splendid actually." <br>&nbsp;<br>She stood and he felt as if she might run and never return. <br>&nbsp;<br>"You're very good," He said trying to fill in the space between them. "Is it something you like to do or a necessity?" <br>&nbsp;<br>As soon as the words left his mouth he thought what a blundering idiot he must sound like. She's a woman, they all know how to sew. No recovering from it. Not after it fell on her ears. So he waited for her reply, his expression open and considerate even if his boxers were tightening under his hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>　</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:59:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled as she stood by him. “I’m trying to train as a nurse…maybe in a few years I can pay for the course.” She smiled as she moved to the end of the bed sitting down. “I started the course last summer…but I never managed to finish.” She bit her lip blushing heavily.<br><br>“I guess its your fault I wanted to do that…you managed to get out of here and you’re doing something that benefits more then just yourself or your family. You’re doing this for the country…I wanted to do that as well.” She smiled softly as she looked at him. <br><br>“But…maybe it wont happen…” She sighed slightly. “There’s always more to do here…” She ran a hand through her hair as she looked at him.<br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 04:13:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; He chuckled, "So it's my fault is it." He looked into her eyes. "Of course you do, even now."<br>&nbsp;<br>Competent, confident. A young woman with goals and so much to offer. Not like those woman with an infinite amount of time to shop and nothing to show for it but a new ribbon. But there was a marked shift in her voice and disappointment.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Last summer.." He was surprised and curiosity got the best of him. "I mean not to pry. If I may ask, what happened?" and he thought of her mother, and his own. <br>&nbsp;<br>It made him want to know more about her. How had they hid her so well from him. How had he missed her until now.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 04:24:05</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She blushed when he asked about last summer, she smiled. “It’s just everything happened at once last summer, Amber” She paused wondering if he knew. “…had to leave, so I had to stop my course and work here. Then I managed to fall down the stairs I broke my arm so all my savings were eaten up by doctors’ bills and medicine.” She smiled slightly. “So I’m back to square one…at least my arm is alright now.” <br><br>She looked away from him, she felt like such a failure, she knew she would never get to finish her course…something would always come up so she would have to stay here. “I shouldn’t complain, I mean you’re family kept me here even though I’d broken my arm…they could have thrown me out into the street.” She tried to smile, but the truth was they tired to throw her out, it wasn’t until she gave her savings to his mother was she allowed to stay, but she didn’t want to tell him that. <br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:39:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; John Edward Bradford was a Captain in Her Majesties Heavy Calvary. An officer and gentleman. A man of insight and learning. A man who understood one thing above all the rest. Things were not as simple as they seemed. <br>&nbsp;<br>Thus the reason for the inquiry. <br>&nbsp;<br>As a man who commanded soldiers and grooms in the battlefield he understood the subtle nuance which belied problems much greater. One thing he learned while a Lieutenant in Her Majesties finest is that those that order shit shoveled and those that shovel shit are separated only by which end of the shovel they happen to be concerned about.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was true in the estate as well. It had to do with his mother. And he was formulating a plan to set things straight with several people. That was after all what a Captain of Her Majesties Horseman was expected to do. <br>&nbsp;<br>No matter which end of the shovel he found himself, the place must be cleaned of the muck.<br>&nbsp;<br>He had asked her. She had responded truthfully in a fashion that was civil, not spiteful. Nothing wrong with that. <br>&nbsp;<br>"When I hear you complain I shall mention it to you immediately," He promised. "I have yet to hear a complain nor do I believe that I shall in the future."<br>&nbsp;<br>He smiled gently, as he sat in his union jacks on the bed and spoke with her. "I could not ask for better care," He remarked and stopped short of offering her something more.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was not his place. Yet.<br>&nbsp;<br>He almost reached for her, to reassure her but what could he reassure her of. As soon as he healed sufficiently he was off again on that merry ride that called him. Having said that he was taking notes and making promises to himself. <br>&nbsp;<br>One good turn deserves another, he thought. He didn't want her to go. And he certainly did not want his mother to check on him. He was a grown man and she would most certainly need to stop her prying. He would have a chat with his father after dinner. <br>&nbsp;<br>He regretted not dinning with Gracie. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I am feeling a bit stiff. Can you inform Arthur I will not be at table for dinner. I wish to eat in my quarters and rest the leg," He said.<br>&nbsp;<br>Arthur. Perfect. The butler can deliver the message to mother. He guessed that the mistress of the estate would fidget and see for herself before dinner. That is when he planned to explain how things were to go.<br>&nbsp;<br>And Gracie could bring a tray to the room afterward. "I will be famished of course." He said encouraging generous portions. Generous enough for two.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Grace, might I inquire," He said with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "How is your game of chess?"<br>&nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 04:44:08</strong>
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				Gracie smiled as she looked at him, “I will tell him that you wont be downstairs for dinner…but I fear that your mother might not to amused by that.” She ran a hand through the hair that had fallen out of her braid. Blushing she quickly tried to see that right, using his mirror as an aide.<br><br>“And a tray…of course.” She whispered, “I should go before my mother wonders where I am…I don’t want to be thrown out for something I haven’t done.” She whispered referring back to Amber. She picked up the tray and took his tea things down and his things she used to stitch his leg up with.<br><br>Whilst downstairs she referred the information back to Arthur, who subsequently told John’s mother. Heading into his room she frowned. “You have to be downstairs for dinner…you are expected.” She shouted, frowning she wondered why he hand no trousers on. “What is the meaning of this, it is the day…anyone could see you like that…it’s that girl isn’t it?” She walked over to him. “I shouldn’t have let her stay…she cost me more to look after then she gave me…I should have thrown her out the minute she broke her arm, stupid lazy girl. And now this…if she becomes pregnant its her own fault.”<br><br>She stopped and looked at him waiting for a reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:48:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; John knew she would storm up the stairs. Arthur could be counted on to get the message to her properly. He anticipated it. He listened for the dull rumpling of skirts as she careened in break neck manner down the hall toward his room. <br>&nbsp;<br>Neither knocking nor announcement but flew into the room as some wild peacock. Squawking and fluffing about. Arms gesturing as she paced. <br>&nbsp;<br>He watched her dutifully as he sat on the bed in his union jacks as though she were one of his ranting Sergeants about a minor detail. He let her get it all out. All her fear and her anger over his brother and the possibility that he himself was currently capering about sullying a member of the staff and whatever was left of the Bradford name.<br>&nbsp;<br>He waited until the tirade had ended and she had stopped expecting a lame excuse from him. He was lame but that had nothing to do with excuses. He was making none this time. This time he was setting down the rules of engagement.<br>&nbsp;<br>The first volley, guilt.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Mother, I am tired and in pain from the trip YOU insisted I make. So I am here at your pleasure. And I dare say, I am in no mood for folly."<br>&nbsp;<br>"As for that girl," It was time for the second round, inject the possibility that her decisions in the past were helpful now and rash thinking would have serious consequence. As he was sure they had for several others. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Had you thrown her out as you planned, you would have come up stairs to retrieve me for dinner and found I had bled to death on the fresh change of linen," He remarked calmly.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was time for the Calvary charge after softening her up and stopping her attack on all fronts.<br>&nbsp;<br>"All in good order now thanks to her, of that I assure you." Now to address her lack of deference to him as a man.<br>&nbsp;<br>"And if looking at a man in his union jack's offends your sensibilities may I recommend a smart rap on the door and a wait for the all clear before entering," he rebuked her solidly. "Even the staff have the good sense to do that."<br>&nbsp;<br>"I have sent down my order for dinner and expect there to be no problem in having it carried out," He reported and put her on notice for meddling.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You requested I come home to convalesce. I do hope you permit me to do just that," He finished.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I do have one request," He brandishes a disarming grin. His hand open and held out for her to hold, "Tea time in the garden tomorrow. JUST YOU and Me. I miss that. Humor me. Please!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 03:02:44</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">His mother stared at him at his comments, “I’m sorry you are feeling unwell, and I am…sorry… shouted at you.” It took all her will to say sorry, and twice, it was unlike her but he was hurt so she would forgive him for making her say that.<br><br>“She stopped you bleeding?” She grit her teeth. “So she undressed you? I will get the doctor here tonight, to make sure that she hasn’t hurt you.” <br><br>“I will knock before I enter the room.” She looked at him her hands on her hips, she was still angry with him but it dissipated when he suggested having tea in the garden. “I would like to have tea with you. I suppose I have been over the top. I will take on board with you have said.” She sighed, “I have guests coming I shall tell them that you are unwell.” She headed out of the room.</span></em><br><br><hr><br><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Gracie carried on with her work, she waited for his mother to shout at her but she never did. It got to 8pm, loading the tray with extra large portions she headed upstairs, the servants where eating downstairs, she had to go back quickly or she might be able to get anything tonight. Knocking on the door she walked inside. “John…UM…Sir.” She bit her lip walking inside. “How are you doing?”<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 04:26:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; His mother off to see to the arrangements before the guests arrived and he was left alone. She wouldn't be back tonight. Especially not with the sting of correction fresh on her cheeks. <br>&nbsp;<br>He laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes. Tired, sore and not bleeding now. The trip had worn him down. It was nothing a good meal and a night's sleep wouldn't cure. <br>&nbsp;<br>The next thing he knew was the knock at the door. He instinctively reached for the pistol that was under his pillow. Her voice stopped him cold. He was not over there. He was here and safe. He smiled sheepishly and pushed himself to sit up on the bed.<br>&nbsp;<br>His head jerked to the door as she said his name. His name. It sounded so different when she said it. So very different. The way she said John.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Grace," He said in welcome and the tone of his voice wore a smile.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Better, thanks to you," He motioned to her. "Please." He went to move off the bed to help her with the tray. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:46:56</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She shooed him away as he tried to take the tray from her. “Sit down.” She whispered softly as she set the tray up, at the back of her mind she was conscious that every minute she stayed up here the probability that there was something for her to eat was slowly disappearing. <br><br>“I only did what anyone else would do.” She whispered softly as she picked up the tray. “When you mother came down into the kitchen a few minutes ago,s he glared at me…” She bit her lip blushing…she looked over at him her face went pale. “I get the feeling that I might not be here in a few days…if I anger your mother enough.” She smiled slightly.<br><br>“I hate to leave you so soon…but if I don’t there might not be anything for me eat.” She blushed…there were many times she had gone hungry because she had been busy working and no one had saved her anything. “I will see you tomorrow.” She smiled heading towards the door.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 23:21:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; She swept in, put the tray down on the table and was about to leave. He couldn't allow that. They hadn't had time to even chat. Especially concerning his mother. It was not proper for her to burst into his life only to dash off beyond his reach.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Wait!" It was a command. It came from his lips in desperation. His hand was on the door keeping it closed before he knew it. His other, gently on her arm, turning her to face him. He simply refused to talk to her back.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You brought enough for two," He said in a calmer more rational voice as he looked deep into her eyes.<br>&nbsp;<br>"And you owe me a game of chess," It was a ploy. He was using every trick he knew to get her to stay and spend time with him when everything else was far more important but not at all on his list.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I know it's not the apples we use to share, or the rocks we would try and skip across the marsh," He said as he stood so very close to her. "Eat with me while we play chess."<br>&nbsp;<br>She was close enough to kiss.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Please..." he whispered softly and waited for her answer.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 00:35:45</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She frowned as she heard the command, she never expected him to use that tone…”Oh…” He turned her round, and she looked into his eyes. “I don’t even know if I remember how to play chess.” She bit her lip. <br><br>She looked up at him as he spoke about when they were young. “We were young then.” She whispered, “We had to grow up.” Biting her lip she sighed…”alright… I shall play chess with you.” She bit her she headed over to the table. “But this is your dinner…not mine…you need to eat it to get stronger.” She blushed slightly as she sat down at the chair, waiting for him to sit down with her.<br><br>“I use to have fun as children.” She smiled softly. “Remember when we got lost in the woods?” She bit her lip blushing slightly. “You looked after me…I built a shelter and you kept me safe.” She whispered biting her lip slightly.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 02:35:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; He went to the bed stand and produced utensils. Her Majesties issue but strikingly useful for eating. It was the only thing about eating regimental food that was any good. God knows the food wasn't. So tonight would be a treat.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes, yes I remember!" He said as he came to the table. He opened the cover for the plate and turned it over. It was hot but his fingers were calloused. He didn't notice. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Oh that was a long night. We had a fire, and you slept against me after we talked all night," He said grinning as he remembered. The silverware dividing the huge meal in half. He could not eat it all and was glad for the company.<br>&nbsp;<br>"We promised to take care of each other no matter what, remember?" He said as he sat down with her and placed the tea cup near her so that she could pour.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I thought you might have forgotten," He said, "You wore a green plaid and your mother was so worried. Mine was just angry and fluttered about how my shirt was smudged with dirt."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Now no arguing, do me the honor of sharing this meal with me, please Grace," He said with tenderness he had forgotten he had inside him.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I won't eat unless you do," A little blackmail never hurt either. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled in his most disarming way, "And white goes first." <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 02:55:15</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Gracie sighed as she watched him starting to separate the food, she was glad that he was willing to share with her but she didn’t want him to feel obliged to. She smiled as she remembered the night they shared in the woods. “I remember that night; I remember when you said you’d make sure nothing happened to me…and I believed that…but when you went into the army…” she bit her lip blushing as she said that. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say anything.” <br><br>She looked away from him, “You were 15 and I was 10…that was the first time we’d spoken since I was given full time work…I remember you couldn’t stop talking about some girl who didn’t live far away.” She smiled slightly. “I remember that you kissed me…or did I just dream that.” She whispered softly.<br><br>She smiled softly as she told her that he wouldn’t eat if she didn’t sighing softly she moved a pawn on the chess board as she poured some tea into the cup. “So…um…are you still going to leave tomorrow. “ She whispered.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 04:57:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Not leave," He replied, "I'm just going to ride to the estate. To see William. The old duck's let people down." <br>&nbsp;<br>He thought about how he'd let people down.<br>&nbsp;<br>Things changed," He finished the sentence for her. "When I went into Her Majesties service." <br>&nbsp;<br>His hand on hers briefly. "We promised never to hold things back. Take your time and tell me as we dine and play chess."<br>&nbsp;<br>He moved his hand from hers as she looked away. He smiled remembering her and that kiss. The One kiss, that all the others had been compared to and failed to come close. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I expected you to be married. Mother said there were suitors for your hand." He mentioned taking a bite of food. "Are there any that have your interest?"<br>&nbsp;<br>He had to know. Damn him to hell. He had to know. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 05:04:03</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled slightly. “For what its worth they seemed to love each other…but he wasn’t allowed to marry Amber…because she was a servant.” She bit her lip as she took a bite of her meal. <br><br>“You’re mother has been trying to get rid of me since you left…I don’t know why.” She whispered looking at him. “I get the feeling my lucky might have run out…when you leave…even for a few days…I probably won’t be here.”<br><br>“I won’t marry.” She smiled softly, “and if there were suitors I did not meet them…” She took another bite. “The one person I would consider marrying I can never have.” She looked at him before back to the meal. “And since I can’t have him, I don’t want to settle…” she sighed slightly. “I wonder why your mother said those things to you.”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 05:48:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; He sat still for a moment. William had done the best he could. He was at the estate with Amber. It made sense now. Why mother wasn't at the estate. He would definitely need to ride out tomorrow. But the pressing matter was here tonight.<br>&nbsp;<br>"My mother has reasons all her own," He remarked and moved the black knight to king four. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Someone you can't have," He looked at her. His hand on hers. "Who?" <br>&nbsp;<br>It suddenly felt like a knife to his chest. The blow so deep. She was in love with someone. And it bothered him beyond all pretense of it. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Let me go to him," He offered valiantly. <br>&nbsp;<br>Fighting every cell to keep from being jealous. "Let me speak with the fellow." <br>&nbsp;<br>His voice cracking like a bad clarinet reed, "I would do anything for you. Anything to see you happy. Please let me!!"<br>&nbsp;<br>"Grace tell me who it is!" He was practically begging. <br>&nbsp;<br>Hating himself for his jealousy. Hating himself for the coward he had been. To run away instead of face his mother and do what his heart told him he should. And now he was too late. Another chap had stolen her heart. He would do the right thing this time. He would care for her as he promised.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 17:55:07</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled softly as he defended his mother, she knew that his mother believed that she was doing the right thing. She moved her piece, before taking another mouthful of food. <br><br>Her smile fell as he asked her who she couldn’t have. Looking up at him she felt as if he had ripped her heart out…either he didn’t understand that it was him or he didn’t think like that about her. Pulling her hand away she looked at the board.</span></em> <br><br>"Let me speak with the fellow. I would do anything for you. Anything to see you happy. Please let me!!" <br><br><em>She pushed a hand through her hair, pulling back slightly she looked at him as tears filled her eyes. “No…there’s no point.” She whispered. “He doesn’t feel the same way about me.” She shook her head, she suddenly didn’t feel hungry. <br><br>“What about you? Don’t you have someone yet?” She whispered. “I’m sure you’re mother is sorting out you’re wedding as we speak.”<br>[/font]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 21:12:20</strong>
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				&nbsp; He was stabbed to the very fiber of him. The pain consumed him. The rebuke of his mother's meddling. And Grace was right which made the pain deeper.<br>&nbsp;<br>"If you have not spoke to the fellow. Given him a chance to deny or report to you his unspoken love then how can he know you ache for him as deeply?" He began logically and it seemed he was speaking in generalities.<br>&nbsp;<br>'You have no way of knowing how he feels least he discloses," He argued, "Let me be your agent so there is no pain that befalls you or embarrassment to your face. Let me carry your message. Perhaps he is smitten and unable to speak for fear you would surely reject him."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Were it me," He began. "Your beauty radiates. Your heart pure and your wit sharp. What could you possibly see in a man like me? A man dashing off to war rather than face the battle at home?" <br>&nbsp;<br>"The old duck has it right and noble to have made Amber a kept woman and their child in his own home." He was thunder and lightening and could not turn the train around or stop it suddenly.<br>&nbsp;<br>"And as for me, there is none but one in my life," He whispered, his gripped tightened on the fork.<br>&nbsp;<br>"My heart aches when I but see her even now, and cannot in good conscious touch her." He was taking shallow breaths and stepped to the window, his back to her for fear he might take her into his arms and ravage her.<br>&nbsp;<br>"So do not counsel me on how pointless love is. Denied that simple disclosure and LIFE is pointless. And DEATH at the end of a sabre is better."<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 21:47:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She tried to smile. “I cannot speak to him…and I cannot ask you to speak to him.” She whispered softly, she realised that he didn’t think of her like she thought of him. “There’s no point in speaking to him, he doesn’t feel how I feel.” She whispered looking up at him. <br><br>He spoke about ‘if it was him’ but she felt as if his words were only said to make her feel better…but she felt worse…it only confirmed to herself that he didn’t think of it. “Amber and William were lucky...they loved each other…you might be lucky enough to marry someone you love…but me…” She shook her head again, “I lost my chance of love.”<br><br>She smiled as he talking about someone he loved, her eyes started to fill, everything she had said was true…there was no chance of love for her. “Don’t say that death is better, because if I believe that I would have died long ago.” She looked over at him. “Even if <strong>I</strong> can’t love…you should, she would be a fool not to love you back…you need to try.” <br><br>He had his back to her, she tried to wipe the tears from her face, she didn’t want him to see how upset she was, but she knew that her face would betray her feelings. Even if she tried hard not to cry her eye and nose would go red. Standing up she walked over to him, reaching out she placed her hand on his arm. “Please just try…” She whispered.<br></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 22:56:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; He was gulping shallow breaths his eyes closed listening to her. His body one terrible unending ache. Her hand on his arm and her soft request was the undoing of him.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I have..." He paused holding back the words he so desperately wanted to speak. But the dam was breaking and he could no longer hold back those heated emotions.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Always loved you..." He turns slowly expecting her to be repelled. <br>&nbsp;<br>He no longer cared what she thinks, what anyone thinks. The need is great in him and he takes her in his arms. Holding her against his chest he covers her mouth with his in a long desperately hungry kiss. A kiss that is meant to set her heart racing and her body on fire. A kiss of such tenderness that he cannot imagine. A kiss that speaks to her of emotions that he has no words to convey. <br>&nbsp;<br>A love that has been waiting patiently for just a moment such as this when the pain of separation propels two halves of the same soul together. To begin with this one kiss.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 23:51:38</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at him for a second listening to his words; she barely had a chance to think them over when pulled her in for a kiss. The second his lips met she couldn’t help but let out all the tears she had been holding in. His arms around her she pressed herself against him, pressing her lips against him kissing him back deeply.<br><br>Her hands moved slowly up his arms finding his shoulders, pulling back she broke the kiss. Looking up into his eyes, tears still falling down her face, “I’ve always loved you too.” She whispered, smiling softly she looked up at him, trying to wipe the tears from her face. “I love you.” She whispered, “What if your mother comes in?” She bit her lip blushing looking into his eyes.<br><br>"I want you." She smiled as she pressed herself agianst him. "but we can't be together can we?" She bite her lip looking up at him.</span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 03:12:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; Her kiss the softest most welcoming confirmation. She made him feel strong and powerful and courageous. He could do anything as she rested against him. He kissed her tear streaked cheeks and smile. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I've been a dolt in all this. I should have taken you from your bed the night before I left." He whispered. "You were sleeping and all I wanted to do was lay with you. Love you. Instead I shut the door." He was taking shallow breaths.<br>&nbsp;<br>His voice deep with desire, "I want you Grace. Let me love you tonight."<br>&nbsp;<br>He kissed her tenderly. His hand stroking down her body. His arm cradling her to his chest. Gently, slowly he touched her. Caressing her hips. Cupping her breast to warm her to his touch.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 03:23:07</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Feeling his arms round her she sighed softly, she finally felt happy with him against her. Running her fingers through his hair she looked up at him. “What do you mean taken me from my bed?” She frowned at him, trying to keep the smile from her face. “You use to watch me sleep?” She giggled softly. <br><br>Hearing what he wanted she smiled, she wanted the same. Her eyes staring deep in to his, his hands moving over her body sighing slightly she bit her lip, “Just tonight?” She whispered, “I don’t want it to be just one night…but I don’t want to get caught…like Amber was.” She whispered her voice filled with fear. “You know you’re mother is very formidable…I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her.” She whispered. <br><br>Leaning in she kissed him softly, “I shouldn’t…we shouldn’t.” She whispered…but…he was so perfect…and she wanted him…she needed him. “Oh John…I’m confused.” She whimpered.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 05:02:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; One night. Only one night. Forever wasn't enough. But they did have to be careful. And what about tomorrow. There would be one. And what then. <br>&nbsp;<br>And he stood very still for a moment. Taking her virginity like some common country girl. She meant more to him than that. So much more. He loved her. He always had. As much as they enjoyed each others company, shared each other confidences, .......<br>&nbsp;<br>She might as well be married to him shouldn't she. It wouldn't keep his mother at bay but it would make her a honest woman. It would make waiting worthwhile. It would make all of this seem right. He'd not sully the maid but pleasure his wife on their wedding night. <br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; "Would you trust me?" He asked as he held her so gently to his chest. <br>&nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 05:15:36</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she looked at him, he seemed to happy that she was in his arms...she felt the same way. She was always happy when he was with her, she loved him dearly. Running her fingers through his hair she wondered what he was thinking.<br><br>"I trust you." She whispered, she thought he meant trust her like in bed. "If...you want to...we should wait until later." she bit her lip, she was shaking slightly, she was happy that she was loosing her virginity to the man she loved...but she was scared as well. She promised to her mother not to be with a man until she was married...and she promised Amber not to get herself pregnant... Biting her lip she wondered what she should do, she didn't want to turn him down but she was scared.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 06:48:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; " I love you, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe," He whispers. <br>&nbsp;<br>He looks into her eyes. How he could become lost in those eyes. His arms around her cradling her against him. His other hand caressing her breasts. His lips find hers in a long tender kiss.<br>&nbsp;<br>Slowly his hand moved down her body. His kiss tender, reassuring. His arm supporting her against his chest. He brought her to his bed and carefully laid with her. His hand under her petticoats, seeking her desire.<br>&nbsp;<br>His kiss more urgent. His breathing heavier. his hand discovering the tender flesh hidden in the layers of material. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Grace," He whispers against her neck determined just to set her world on fire and nothing more. <br>&nbsp;<br>His fingers brush against the velvet along her pelvic arch. Another deep kiss as his finger tips explore further. Seeking out her hooded maiden. Coaxing and swirling slowly. Tantalizingly as he looks into her eyes.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 17:10:33</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she looked into his eyes. “I know you will keep me safe.” She whispered biting her lip. She stiffened up feeling his hands moving over her, he laid her down on the bed she looked at him. <br><br>He kissed her back, his need was obvious but she was scared, he sighed her name&nbsp; as his hands moved under her skirt, his fingertip moving between her legs. She bit her lip, “John stop.” She whispered, she pulled his hand from between her skit, sitting up she ran her hand over his cheek. “I love you John, I really do…but I can’t.” she whispered softly. “Not now, not like this.” She looked into his eyes. “I can’t risk it.”<br><br>She looked into his eyes, “I’m sorry.” She stood up off the bed slowly. “I understand if you want me to leave…” she whispered looking at the floor as she started to rearrange her clothes. She wanted him more then anything but it wasn’t right like this, she hoped that he didn’t hate her now.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 03:28:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; Alarmed. Concerned. Worried that she might have misunderstood. He moved off the bed offering his hands to hers with his palms up. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I am not sure how much you know about such things as giving pleasure," He said and felt his ears burning with embarrassment. <br>&nbsp;<br>He'd never had this talk with a woman before. Or anyone else for that matter.<br>&nbsp;<br>"My intention was honorable, nothing more than touch you and then with only my fingers to make you blush and sigh," He confessed hoping he would not need to explain in detail.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I would never ruin our wedding night, I swear!" He implored her. <br>&nbsp;<br>"You're quite right." He said quickly. "Too great a risk. It was a foolish idea." <br>&nbsp;<br>And look," his hand motion to the table, "Our dinner is still warm and you are up by two pawns... Please Grace." <br>&nbsp;<br>"Please don't go yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 04:02:38</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at him as he offered her his hand. Biting her lip she looked at him, “Oh…John.” She whispered, “I thought that you wanted to…do everything.” She bit her lip blushing at him. “I’m sorry.” She blushed.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” She whispered, “Part of me thought that you just wanted pleasure from me…” She took his hand. “I didn’t think that you really wanted to marry me.” Holding his hands she didn’t want him to move she wished that she could turn back time. <br><br>“I was not a foolish risk…we should….tonight.” She whispered. He motioned to the table. “Can I come tonight?” she bit her lip. “Once everyone’s asleep.” Smiling she leant in kissing his lips softly.<br><br>“We should finish our dinner though,” she whispered biting her lip. Taking his hand she smiled softly. “I love you John. I really do.”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 05:27:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; Her kiss had him burning with desire. Her hand strong as he held it. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes, dinner," He said and held out her chair so that she might sit.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I will not sully you, Grace," He explained quietly. "If you come to me. Come late and know that I will hold and pleasure you without taking you."<br>&nbsp;<br>"I want you to be my wife," He said, "We will start our lives out together after we say, I do. On that subject, I will hear no argument, my lady."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Now, I believe it's your wretched move," He reminded to tease her. "I am consoled by the fact that you are out of practice. I might have a chance to stale mate."<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:11:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled as she sat down next to him. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly at him. “I will come to you...” She bit her lip blushing slightly, “If you want me to?” She smiled biting her lip slightly.<br><br>“Are you sure you want to marry me?” she ran her fingers through her hair… “What if your family say no…it would be the second disgrace in as many days.” She bit her lip. “Maybe we shouldn’t.” She looked at him, all she cared about was him, she wanted him, but she wanted him to be happy.<br><br>“If you want no arguments then you definitely chose the wrong woman.” She smiled softly. She moved her piece as she looked at him. “So…you’re move.” She whispered biting her lip slightly.<br></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 01:43:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; John Edward Bradford relaxed for the first time in years. Really relaxed. He chuckled. How little he knew the woman she had become. How exciting it would be to discover her all over again. <br>&nbsp;<br>'My dearest Grace," He said quietly. "I want you forever, not just tonight." His hand brushing the insistent curl from her eyes. She was beautiful.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm sure our marriage will leave a bit of a stink at first," He assured her, his hand squeezing hers. "I'll speak with a Vicar I know tomorrow. I'm sure he would marry us straight away."<br>&nbsp;<br>He was thinking, planning, "We can keep it quiet if you like, until we speak with your mother and I have you safely moved to a cottage nearby."<br>&nbsp;<br>"But I cannot see myself living a self indulgent life in peace when the woman I love has offered to do battle with me to my grave." He gave her a wink to let her know he was teasing and moved his bishop to take her rook. "You're turn my love."<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 02:30:23</strong>
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				She smiled softly. “A kept woman huh?” She giggled as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m not sure I can cope with that.” She smiled looking at him. “You really want to marry me? I’m giving you one more chance to back out.” <br><br>“I#d say once we’re married then no one can part us but…like I said earlier your mother is formidable.” She bit her lip as she moved her piece, “How is your leg, I get the feeling your mother saw you in your…um…under garment.” She blushed slightly. “I hope that you’re not in pain…” She blushed slightly as she carried on eating. <br><br>“You think that we’re in battle? The only battle you’re in is the one you are currently losing.” She smiled taking his piece off board. “You need to try harder.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 04:08:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; "I.. uh... it's.." Then he realized she was teasing. "Kept woman indeed!" He huffed but his eyes said otherwise.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I did not ask actually," He said taking other bite and worrying about the next move. Her knights were crushing his bishop attack.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I assumed you would say yes at the proper time before the Vicar," He explained. "I love you, you love me, it seems the logical next choice."<br>&nbsp;<br>"As for my mother, I don't think she will intrude again," He said with a grin. "She like my leg can be a dull ache like now. I do love her. She is my mother after all."<br>&nbsp;<br>"But unlike you, dragging her to the altar kicking and screaming never entered my mind once." He said straight faced in that thick coat of irony. <br>&nbsp;<br>"As for the game, I was giving you a head start," He said defending his losing position with the last mantle of manhood he could muster in the sight of her taking yet another of his strategic pieces.<br>He decided to play the sympathy card, "I say, it's a bit cheeky of you to confess a lack of practice in order to abuse a weak and wounded man." <br>&nbsp;<br>He gave her the last puppy in the window look as he took her knight. He still had a chance at stale mate and several bites of the steak and kidney pie left. It was time for a rally.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Dinner is delicious," He said, without mentioning that it was now her move. " Did you mum make it?"<br>　
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:02:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled softly, “Yes kept, you have to look after me and pamper me, especially since I’ve been doing that to you for years…its time for you to repay me.” Biting her lip she looked at him, she blushed slightly. <br><br>“So you were going to drag me to the altar kicking and screaming?” She smiled pouting at him slightly… “But you don’t need to do that.” She pouted softly at him, “I’m a bit worried about your mother dragging me away…after all you are her favourite.”<br><br>Picking up her piece she smiled, “What did you use to tell me…losing is not acceptable…” She giggled as she took another piece, getting closer to the checkmate. “But if you want me to throw the game…it will cost you.” She smiled softly at him. Finishing her dinner she smiled. “No my mum doesn’t cook she just makes sure that someone cleans your room.” She smiled… “Usually me.” She bit her lip blushing slightly. <br></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 04:46:16</strong>
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				"Indeed. The lady wishes pampered." He teased and winced as she took yet another key piece.<br><br>"Once we're married it will put an end to much of her harassment." He took another bite before continuing. "And frankly I think she likes the old duck better." <br><br>He replied. "She just worries more over me."<br><br>"Have you throw the game?" He scowled playfully. "My dear, are you aware you are talking to a gentleman in her Majesties Heavy Calvary?&nbsp; Throwing a game even to my betrothed is simply not done."<br><br>"But if it was, how much might it cost me?" He asked and then perked up. <br><br>"And cleaning my room? I must confess. Since, we of the military have a certain expectation concerning the linen on our beds, " He said suddenly arriving at a solution to the ill fated chess match.<br><br>&nbsp;"In the spirit of pampering you and my bed linen, I suggest we practice on the bed for a few minutes." His eyes hinted of pure mischief. <br><br>"Come along!" and held out his hand for her to take. "Just to break the old girl in properly, eh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 04:53:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled softly at him, “I agree you don’t throw matches…you’re just very bad at it.” She smiled as she watched him move his pieces into a trap, he was predictable…<br><br>“No you’re defiantly your mother’s favourite, you get more presents at Christmas, she’s always talking about you to her friends and I’d wager she hugged you when she saw you…she doesn’t do that to your brother.” She smiled, “I suppose there could be a worse daughter-in-law then myself.” She bit her lip. <br><br>“If you wanted me to lose I’d expect something very special.” She grinned softly, as she looked up at him. He suggested moving to the bed, biting her lip she smiled. “Just one second.” She stood up taking the queen “Checkmate.” She smiled… “You were saying about breaking in the bed.” She took his hand as she moved over to it slowly.&nbsp; “Is your alright, I don’t want you to be in pain.”<br></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 05:39:50</strong>
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				She was delightful! He laughed. <br><br>He was astonished how much she knew about anything that involved him. As though he was important to her even when he was not there. <br><br>Her comment about mother's favorites surprised him, "oh, yes. At the train station. Quite the hugger, my mum."<br><br>He listened in rapture. She was a wealth of knowledge about everything. Almost bloody clairvoyant.<br><br>"Did you just nick my Queen?" He quirked a brow and stared at the chess board wonder how he had missed it. <br><br>He was still looking at the board as she spoke. How ever did she do that while he was watching.<br><br>"My leg," He said going over the last four moves by putting the pieces back and moving them around again. <br><br>He answered still working out the intricacies of that rook Queen combination. "It's on fire, why do you ask?"<br><br>"I'll have a ly down in a moment," He moved the knight to pawn 6 and frowned. <br><br>He wasn't soaking in misery, although, she did have a stiff attack. And she was considering the move to the bed anyway. He was sure of it.<br><br>"Would you consider consoling a wounded soldier in his hour of need?" and he smiled hopefully.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 02:11:31</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she looked at him. “You should know that the servants live their lives though you guys up here…we know everything.” She bit her lip. “Knowing when someone is hungry before they do is the difference between having a job and not having a job.” She bit her lip. “But it means I know a lot about you.”<br><br>She smiled as he looked over at the chess board; taking his hands she smiled leading him to the bed. “You dwell on the past too much.” She giggled as she looked at him.<br><br>She led him slowly to the bed sitting down next to him. “Consoling you how?” She giggled looking into his eyes, “No pouting you look so pathetic.” She ran her fingers over his cheek softly. “Are you really attached to your moustache?” She bit her lip.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:25:12</strong>
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				He walked with her as she led him back to the bed. His arm around her as she talked. He hadn't thought about half the things she knew instinctively. She was a wealth of knowledge about people. About him.<br><br>"My moustache?" He asked. What an odd question, he thought. His hand stroking her arm as he cradled her against him. He turned his head and kissed her fingers.<br><br>"Ahhh... a moustache can do amazing things," He said looking into her eyes. She was so close. So warm. Soft. His fingers under her chin lilting her head at just the most perfect position.&nbsp; <br><br>A kiss. Deep and strong with the promise of forever. A kiss that spoke past the end of time. One that said together and meant it. That kind of a kiss. The kind able to withstand the worst of life in the arms of someone who won't let go no matter what. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 18:29:52</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she looked at him. “I think you’d look better without one. It looks like you’re trying to hide something.” She giggled softly looking up at him.<br><br>She smiled looking into his eyes, she felt his lips against her, she sighed softly loving the feel of his arms around her. Pressing herself against him she giggles softly. “So tickly.” She whispered when she broke the kiss. <br><br>Looking up into his eyes she smiled. “I love you John.” She whispered, “I…want you.” She bit her lip, she could feel her heart nearly exploding when he kissed her, it was perfect, his touch, his kiss…he was perfect. Biting her lip she looked up at him, “I need you.” Pressing herself against him she looked into his eyes.<br><br>“You lost the match; you need to pay a forfeit.” She smiled remembering the times when he would play chess and make her ‘pinch’ something from the kitchen, or unpeg the clothes from the washing line. She got into trouble…but he made her smile when she got punished for it. <br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 00:13:21</strong>
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				Her words echoed his own. Love her as he could only love this one woman in his arms. Want her, like the next breath and then next and the next. Need her? That was a bit tricky. He came back to heal only because he knew she would be here. So he could catch glimpses of her. Secretly watch her as she went about her day.&nbsp; Knowing she was off limits but wanting to love her.&nbsp; If nothing else than with his eyes. <br><br>He had thought he would be alright with that. Why would he think otherwise. He had been alright in the past just watching her.&nbsp; He did not know how different it would be this time. This time he had found the world was more than Lord Bradford and the estate. He discovered that all manner of people without pedigree were in love. <br><br>He discovered that marriage was devilishly simple once a man found a stout paper of several pages to hide behind at breakfast and learn to say, 'yes darling' on cue.&nbsp; Simple enough for commons, certainly things he could pick up quickly enough once she was his wife. So yes, need. Nothing less than Grace would satisfy it.<br><br>He had a nudge of memory but he was so busy holding her and stroking her arm tenderly that he kicked it aside.<br><br>And came out of his musing at almost the exact pence, "Pay a forfeit?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 01:52:13</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Smiling she ran her fingers through his hair softly, “You keep disappearing off.” She sighed her fingers running through his hair softly, taking his hand she sat down slowly. “Are you alright?” she whispered softly. <br><br>Pulling him down beside her she sighed softly. “You seem as if you were knocked over by a heard of cattle.” She looked at him, “Was it the love comment?” she looked away from him. “You don’t have to say it; you don’t have to care about me.” She stood up slowly.<br><br>“I um… I’d better go downstairs before they send a search party…I don’t want to lose my job.” She smiled slightly as she ran her hand over his cheek, she could feel waves of despair running through her body, it was as if her heart was breaking. She turned heading to the table she placed the dinner things on the tray.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 06:11:05</strong>
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				"Grace," John said watching her blush and fret. He stepped to her.<br><br>"I shall confess but only this once. I was enjoying your kiss and suddenly pictured waking up with you in my arms as the door to our bedroom opened and four tiny red heads burst into the room laughing and leaping on the bed to wake mommy and daddy."<br><br>"So yes, it was the love comment," He said as he took her in his arms kissing her deeply.<br><br>The job of a butler was complex. Oversee the staff and insure the estate ran smoothly. Arthur Max understood precisely what that entail.&nbsp; He was the 7th generation of butlers going back to the early Knight Templar to serve the Bradford Lords. <br>&nbsp;<br>Trifling was not unknown to him.&nbsp; He had been school as to what was important and what was to be stopped.&nbsp; He knocked on Sir Captain John's door. The upstairs maide had not yet returned and to prevent her from losing a job she could ill afford to lose Arthur took it upon his self to see to it that she did not.<br><br>Arthur knocked politely and waited. But he heard the soft mutterings that needed stopped.&nbsp; He made up his mind to instruct Gracie on the matter of personage and position personally after her chores tonight.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 21:14:42</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she looked at him, “Four? You’re a bit hopeful.” She smiled as she kissed him deeply, “I would love to spend my life with you.” Running a hand over his chest she smiled. <br><br>She heard the knock on the door, she moved to the table stacking the tray carefully. “There’s someone at the door.” She whispered motioning behind her. Biting her lip she knew her face was flushed, and he was still without his trousers. <br><br>She looked at him a smiled, as she picked up the tray waiting for the door to open and she’s rushed out of the room. “I’d better…” She mouthed at him, biting her lip she smiled softly.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:03:53</strong>
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				John sighed. "I'll get it." He said as he reached for the handle.<br><br>When the door opened Arthur Max in the fine tradition of his craft, never gave a hint that anything was amiss. <br><br>He simply gave a slight bow of the head to Sir John who stood in his finest union jack's that had an odd bulge coursing in certain manly places. <br><br>His eyes feel with a practice look at Gracie, the flush of her cheeks and the rumble of her uniform. Definitely requiring his attention but not before those personages of the household. <br><br>Sir John perked a puzzle and Arthur in good fashion explained things properly so as not to disturb the this personage with the troubling of staff.<br><br>"My Lord," Arthur moved to the side and gave Grace a look that meant we shall talk as you return to the kitchen with me. <br><br>"Nothing more than to see if I could be of some assistance in preparing your room for the evening?" The butler offered. <br><br>"Oh!" John replied. "Very good of you to check Arthur, but Grace has seen to everything in a proper manner."<br><br>Arthur did not cringe at the familiarity bestowed upon him. It was not his place to correct or to insist on something else. He was the Butler not an equal. <br><br>"Of course, glad to hear Sir is pleased with the staff," Arthur said to remind Sir John the proper place of the upstairs maid. She was staff not a bed warmer. <br><br>"Come Gracie," Arthur encouraged allowing the maid to exit the room. <br><br>"Night Grace!" Sir John said as he watched her leave.<br><br>The door shut reluctantly but shut. Arthur motioned for Gracie to walk with him toward the stairs. His voice quiet. "Once you have finished your chores in the kitchen you are to go immediately to the cellar and wait for me there. We much to discuss."&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 01:46:33</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">When she saw it was Mr Max she put her head down knowing that he would be angry with her. She listened to the exchange between the two men, nothing ‘the staff’ comment. She headed towards the door as he ushered her out, as he said good night to her she looked at him, her face full of sadness. <br><br>She knew she looked at him for a second too much as she said “Good night, Sir.” She looked at Arthur, she was sure that she would be fired, the family would not want to risk another situation like William and Amber.<br><br>“Yes, Sir.” She replied to Arthur after he gave her the orders, she quietly headed down to the kitchen and washed the pots. She didn’t speak to anyone but everyone had something to say about her absence from dinner, some even went as far as to say that she wanted to get knocked up like Amber did. <br><br>She didn’t pay attention to them, but her reputation was damaged she knew that tonight was going to be her last night, if only she had left at the start she might have her job. Heading in to the cellar she waited for Arthur wondering what he was going to say to her.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 02:33:16</strong>
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				Arthur Max had completed his tasks for the day and had bid Lord Bradford a good evening before closing the study door once more. He came discreetly the back way to the cellar. He still carried the whip Lord Bradford had given him to put away.<br><br>Certain things would not be tolerated. Not at all.<br><br>"Gracie," Arthur Max said in his official capacity as Lord Bradford's Butler. <br><br>"I assume you know why you are here." Arthur placed the whip on the small table nearby. There was a stool in the corner and other things about the room.<br><br>"I should imagine the Kitchen staff gave you a bit of a row," The Butler remarked. "Rightly deserved.&nbsp; You may be released or disciplined for your breech with the personages of title under this roof."<br><br>"Your mother's reputation is at stake, and perhaps even her retirement."<br><br>"Should you be dismissed for cause she might be asked to leave as well," The Butler hinted. "The choice is yours of course.&nbsp; Shall I dismiss you or discipline you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 03:11:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She bit her lip looking at Arthur as he placed the whip down unsure what he was going to do with it. She listened to him, biting her lip. “But I did nothing with him.” She whispered, “We just played chess.” She looked at him she could see the look on his face; it was a mix of disgust and disgrace. “We </em>did<em> just play chess.” She sighed slightly.<br><br>Pushing a lock of red hair from her eyes she weighed up the options, to be dismissed then she would never get to see John again, and forced to work…elsewhere. Then he mentioned her mother, could she really lose her job because of what she did. <br><br>&nbsp;Biting her lip she looked over at Arthur. “I should be disciplined, Sir.” She whispered looking down at the ground. <br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 05:30:59</strong>
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				"I believe you," He cleared his throat. "However no one else would. It is enough that you were mingling familiarly with Sir John.&nbsp; And since you are the best woman we have had here bar your mother you are valuable." <br><br>Arthur pronounced the sentence. He did not show that it pained him to levy such a purchase upon her flesh,&nbsp; "Discipline shall consist of six lashes for the first offense." <br><br>Arthur tapped the table beside him with an urgent finger. "Take your uniform off and fold it neatly here." <br><br>She must strip to the waist. Her corset would be next and then her hands over her head on chains. Then and only then would he take the crop to her.&nbsp; He refused to whip a woman for any but the most serious of offenses. The whip was for a man. Even a gentleman if his father chose it.&nbsp; <br><br>For now Arthur Max, Butler for Lord Bradford stood waiting for Gracie Marsden upstairs maid to do as she was told.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 17:38:52</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at him a bit shocked by what he said, taking a deep breath she took her dress off hoping that he was joking but as she folded her dress she realised that he wasn’t. She unhooked her corset placing it on the table as she covered her breasts.<br><br>Turning her back to him she reached up for the chains above her head. Closing her eyes she waited for the bite of the whip, all she could think about was John. How could she ever be with him now? Part of her wished she had never gone into his room, the dream of being with him seemed less and less likely.<br><br>Holding the chains she tried hard not to tense up, knowing that it would be more painful that way.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:43:20</strong>
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				<br><br>Arthur looked away as she undressed as was proper. A bit of dignity was called for and he was a gentleman's gentleman. When he heard the chains rattle softly he looked over. What he saw had him frozen.<br><br>Her fire red hair cascading down her bare back. Her hips full and young her pantaloons at her waist. Her curves delicious and daring. She was stunning. <br><br>He moved to her. To stand behind her. His longer arms above her head securing one wrist to the chain.&nbsp; He moved to the other and secured her other wrist.&nbsp; He gathered her flow of hair in hands that trembled with excitement and brought her hair over her right shoulder. He watched as the flow frame her breasts.<br><br>He would have moved. Certainly he would in a moment. It was just that she was unveiled. Exposed. Unable to protect herself or hid her best qualities. He found his hands on either side of her body. Slowly stroking down pushing her pantaloons to her hips. <br><br>He moved his hands reluctantly. His breath heavy charged with the fire of her helplessness.&nbsp; <br><br>His voice deep, soft as he spoke to her, "It does not have to be this way."<br><br>"You know it can never be. Sir John could never marry you. Amber is the proof of that. No matter how much you or he wishes it."<br><br>'There are.." And he hated himself for his offering but this to was his duty to the Mistress of the house. "... Other options."<br><br>"I have loved you since your womanhood. I would take you as wife," Arthur said quietly. "And allow you to Sir John's bed as often as he wishes."<br><br>"Any child would be ours. There would be no shame in it for you. And no discipline." He offered but he was not done. <br>There was another offer. An offer of last resort. And it was the duty of the Liegeman of the House of Bradford as it had been for his ancestors with each generation.<br><br>"There is one option that once ventured cannot be turned from," He began and found his fingers lightly brushing her breast.<br><br>"It is the way of nobles since Alfred the Great. If you were become a bound servant...." He hesitated. <br><br>"You would be Sir John's until your death," Arthur explained. "Sir John would own you. There would be no gossip. No discussion. Whatever issue you gave him would infact be his. And I dare say he would not wish you broken to the crop for eating dinner with him."<br><br>"It could take place as quickly as tonight. " He concluded. "Your choice of course."<br><br>He moved his hands from her delicious body and took a step back. Giving her time to make her decision or ask questions.&nbsp; <br><br>He did not think that tonight would be the last of her beatings if she chose to continue in her present employment. But that was her decision.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:22:35</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She closed her eyes as she felt him restrain her with the chain, and move her hair over her shoulder. But she could sense him stood close behind her,&nbsp; not moving she was suddenly afraid that he would see her as a sulled woman and try to take advantage of her.<br><br>She could feel his hands moving her pantaloons down, she stiffened up, the cellar was too far for her voice to carry, no one would hear if she tried to scream out. She didn’t realise she was holding her breath until he back away.<br><br>He spoke, she listened to him. His offer of marriage was startling but she could never marry him, the terms were not appealing to her. Tears filled her eyes as he carried on, “I would be his concubine?” She looked over her shoulder at him, “A consort?” She bit her lip, “John wouldn’t agree to it.” She whispered turning her head back, she knew that it didn’t matter what he had said earlier he would never be allowed to marry her. Yet, with this option they would still get the four little redheaded children and some sort of life together. “John would still marry, how would a bound servant work…with a wife…would I be kept hidden in the attic or in the cellar…if I agree to this would it make the men of this house feel that I am an object to be passed around?” She bit her lip, “If I agree what about my mother…she would be disgraced…” her voice trailed off. How could she agree to doing something like this…yes she loved John more then she could imagine possible but….she would hurt many people…including herself.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 03:15:21</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Arthur was disappointed that she had not chosen to marry him but hid it. The point was to prevent this nasty scandal business from rearing it's ugly head again.<br><br>He set about to answer her questions as her bare breasts perked in the cool air of the cellar.<br><br>"A bound servant is not a concubine. You would be bound to Sir John alone. His as he pleases. The very least of which would be to tend to his needs full time."<br><br>"You are too valuable to kept in the attic," He chuckled. "Giving him children would bind him to you as you are to him. <br><br>"I cannot image Sir John passing you around to anyone." Arthur did not mention to incident in Lord Bradford's study this evening. <br><br>"Any mother would be delighted to know her daughter has done well thru faithful service. That you will be well taken care of by a personage of title. That grandchildren will be loved and welcomed and that her own retirement is assured," Arthur said.<br><br>Arthur waited for her answer. The crop in his hand. He hope she did not choose the crop.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 03:41:37</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She frowned as she looked at him, “The thing I don’t get is that what you’re suggesting sounds a lot like marriage.” She bit her lip, “So why not just go through the whole marrying thing.” <br><br>She thought about it, she wanted to be with John but was it worth it being his servant. Biting her lip she sighed softly. “Alright…I guess I will choose the servant option. Not that the idea of marrying you isn’t appealing I just wouldn’t want to hurt you, since I wouldn’t love you and there would be a chance that any child we had wouldn’t be yours.” She bit her lip looking back at him.<br><br>“Can you unfasten my hands?” She whispered, “So I can get dressed…What happens now?”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:35:49</strong>
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				Arthur stepped to the small wood burning heater and stirred the fire with an iron rod.<br><br>"You are marked with the Bradford crest,"Arthur informed her. "Lord Bradford himself or Sir John must do it." <br><br>"I won't be long." And with that Arthur left the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:44:29</strong>
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				Biting her lip she heard him stirring the fire, "Marked?" She bit her lip. "Do you mean branded?" She paniced slightly. He left suddenly, she pulled at the chains desperatly trying to get free.<br><br>Part of her wished that she had John here to understand what he wanted... whether it was a good idea or not. Arthur spoke about John not wanting her body to be marked, and now she was going to be branded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:11:40</strong>
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				Certainly it took several minutes. It took a few minutes to inform Lord Bradford and another for the salve and such. They came together. Echoing footsteps of precision. <br><br>Lord Bradford an older version of Sir John. Arthur carrying the bundle, dark haired with a wisp of grey.<br><br>Lord Bradford came to face the girl hanging. <br><br>He stood a few feet from the beauty. Her hair accentuated her breasts. Her nipples perked. The curve of her body deliciously formed along tight muscle.<br><br>Lord Bradford spoke quietly yet in a commanding tone, "The Butler informs me that you are requesting to be bonded to the young Bradford. I must hear this from you directly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:21:24</strong>
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				Her entire body flushed as she waited for Arthur to come back, she was shocked when she saw that it was Lord Bradford instead of John. She shivered slightly, her arms shook from being held up and all the blood draining from them.<br><br>She heard him speak, "I wish to be bonded to Sir John." She whispered, she didn't want to mention that she loved him more then words could express or that she needed. She looked at the older man seeing some of John in his eyes...but nothing of William. "Please My Lord...I need him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 06:21:59</strong>
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				Lord Bradford's eyes softened. "This is the second time tonight I have heard the same confession."<br><br>"I will personally deliver you to him tonight." Lord Bradford said and motioned to Arthur.<br><br>&nbsp;"Let us mark you quickly and elegantly." Lord Bradford said and removed his smoking jacket for the task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:56:02</strong>
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				Biting her lip she looked over her shoulder at Lord Bradford. "Thank you Sir," she whispered, she could feel her face flush she didn't know that her body was turning a light shade of red.<br><br>She watched Arthur pick up the iron rod from the fireplace. Biting her lip she looked over her shoulder, she started to shake slightly, the pain was going to be intense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:38:57</strong>
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				It was Lord Bradford's own hands that hooked the top of her pantaloons. His hot breath at the mid point of her back as he slowly exposed her rounded firm cheeks to the first sight of any man.&nbsp; His hands worked the material until it was tidily at her knees all around. <br><br>His voice against her back, "It is best to prepare your flesh so you don't flinch." <br><br>With that much of an explanation he place his hand solidly on her hip preventing her from moving. His hand drawn back and snapped out devilishly twice against the right curved cheek of her arse. He waited to see how she would welt and was pleased to see his hand print almost immediately go from white to a deep scarlet where he meant to place the brand.<br><br>He did not speak to her. He did not want her to tighten, to flinch. He simply wanted her to be shocked with the pain and unable to move before he set the mark of the Bradford Crest upon her.<br><br>Arthur brought the iron with the delicate small iron work with a mitted hand. The brand itself hissing in the air and white hot all around. <br><br>Lord Bradford cleared his throat.<br><br>"In the presence of a witness, I, The Regeant of Durham,&nbsp; Lord Richard Wallingsworth Bradford, Earl of Glasmeyre do hereby commit the person of Grace Marsden from this moment forth to a life of servitude under the whip of Sir John Edward Bradford, 2nd Earl of Durham, revoking all rights and privileges of citizenship of afore mentioned servant by the power vested in me from Her Majesty Queen Victory."<br><br>"May god have mercy on the bonded servant. May she serve Sir John well." Arthur recited.<br><br>Lord Brandford took iron from Arthur with a mitted hand, his other tight on her hip in a fierce clamp.&nbsp; The brand waving the air near her flesh as he brought the full savage heat against her flesh.<br><br>Pressing it certain and true. Her flesh hissed and smoked under it's merciless inferno.&nbsp; Lord Brandford insured her flesh was well lit before finally pulling the cooling iron away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:04:23</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Closing her eyes she could feel him push the material down, his fingers digging into her flesh slightly, she felt very uncomfortable being chained up with two men…she closed her eyes not wanting to think about what could happen.<br><br>He grabbed her hip saying he was going to prepare her flesh, she let out a squeak as he slapped her bare arse, it was instantly painful but she didn’t move…she knew that it was a bad idea to move.<br><br>She listened to the his words trying hard not to focus on the hiss from the brand, her body was trying to shake from the coldness of the cellar but she knew that it could go wrong if it did. <br><br>She felt herself tightening up slightly as she could feel the brand getting close to her perfect pale skin. Biting her lip she tried hard not to scream as she felt the brand searing into her cheek, the pain was excruciating…at first…she felt herself go numb as he pressed down, her skin no longer able to process the pain.<br><br>It seemed like an eternity until he finally pulled the instrument away from her cheek. She felt her body go weak the only thing holding her up were her arms as she was suspended from the ceiling. “It is done, Sir?”<br><br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:17:20</strong>
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				<br>"Well done Gracie," Lord Bradford reassured her. "We are almost done here."<br><br>Arthur held out the salve and it was Lord Bradford himself that gentle applied it to the crest. It was the size of a George the IV 2 pound coin. It spanked her brightly of the cheek. Beautifully displayed and when healed would clearly display every detail of the double lion with rose on shield.<br><br>A look passed between the men. <br><br>Lord Bradford came to stand before the girl still strung in the chains helplessly.&nbsp; He held out his hand and Arthur opened a case that revealed what appeared to be two ear rings and a necklace. <br><br>"I shall place your name in the Book of Records tonight, "Lord Bradford said as he reached for necklace. <br><br>He came to stand very close to her. Holding it so that she might see it for what it was. "French double twisted braided steel. Elegant as a necklace." He said opening the hasp. "The ornament an miniature crest of what sculptures your cheek. And this will never tarnish. Nor shall it be removed save at your death."<br><br>He brought the arc of the twined steel to her neck. His hands around to her back. "It is your collar." <br><br>"Your passport to access Sir John where no other could. Once place it can be removed only by one who knows the intricacies of it's design." Lord Bradford nodded after adjusting it to the correct tightness so that it rode high on her neck. Secure so it would not slip yet not overly tight. Satisfied he pressed and it click permanently locked.&nbsp; <br><br>There was more but Lord Bradford let her catch her breath first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:33:54</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She didn’t feel him rub the salve into her cheek, she was still numb, her pain receptors had short circuited on the way to her brain, all she could feel was numb. <br><br>He mentioned something about the Book of Records, she looked back him. ‘I get the feeling it would have been easier if you had just let me marry him’ she thought, she dared not say it out loud, it seemed wrong to question him.<br><br>She looked over at the older man as he showed her the collar, she smiled slightly. “It’s beautiful.” She whispered, she remembered that she was still naked, she wanted her arms free and…she thought about sitting but that just turned her face pale. It was a good thing she slept on her front or she might never be comfortable.<br><br>He fastened the chain round her neck, “So it will never be removed whilst I’m alive?” She looked over her shoulder at him, she wanted to see John she needed to be with him, she needed his arms around her, his lips on her skin. But that was what caused the problem in the first place, if she had never confessed her feelings she wouldn’t be trust up like a pig for slaughter and had a white hot poker on her arse.<br><br>Looking back at Lord Bradford she smiled slightly, “Can I get down from here, my arms grow tired.”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:57:08</strong>
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				Lord Bradford smiled at her delightful comment, "The most exquisite women in the world have worn this collar. And you are among them." <br><br>He turned his attention back to the case in Arthur's hands. "They appear to be earing." Lord Bradford said. "Mistaken identity. It is not for your ear."<br><br>He brought his fingers to her bare nipple and rolled her perk between his thumb and forefinger. "If your Master choose to make them a permanent fixture he may do so himself.&nbsp; For now I shall secured them with a knot for that purpose."<br><br>And with that he brought his lips to her breast. Sucking her nipple into his mouth. Roughing her until he felt the nipple plump enough for his purpose.&nbsp; Satisfied he withdrew his lips and without hesitation he slipped the slip knot over her nipple and gave it a tug to set the double loop in place.&nbsp; It created a small hourglass of her nipple.<br><br>His hand stroked down her body, "You are forbidden to shy from any man's touch dear Gracie. It is your place to endure for the pleasure of your Master."<br><br>Lord Bradford smiled not unkindly, "Have no fear once the other nipple ring is placed all your garments removed I shall take you to Sir John." and with that he leaned to her other nipple where his mouth sought to raise the heat of her flesh as he brought the nipple to perk. <br><br>A moment later both nipple rings dangled on her blossoming breasts. Arthur removed her shoes and pantaloons so that when Lord Bradford released her arms she stood nude before the two men.&nbsp; They both regarded her for a moment. Appraising her beauty. Lord Bradford cleared his throat.<br><br>Arthur retrieved a single silk garment. It tied at her shoulders and draped her body following and accentuating the lines of her curves. A silk tie for her waist since the sides were open and it came to mid thigh.<br><br>"We shall release your arms now," Lord Bradford explained. "Then the back stairs to your Master."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:13:19</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She blushed as he said she was exquisite, no one had ever said she was anything more then pretty…and even then it was usually followed by annoying. Hearing that something wasn’t for her ears she frowned, she bit her lip as he hands moved to her breasts starting to pinch her nipples.<br><br>She knew it wouldn’t take much it was already cold but to feel him pull one of her nipples into her mouth she gasped. She was about to pull back when she realised it would be a bad idea, he could still throw her out at this point, brand or not.<br><br>&nbsp;She felt him fasten something over her nipple, it started to tingle as the knot was tightened, she hoped that John didn’t want them to be put through her nipples but it then again she had endured the branding what would a little piercing do?<br><br>She nodded at his words feeling his hand moving down over her body, blushing she looked at him wishing he would stop. His returned his head to her other nipple she took pleasure in knowing that she would soon be reunited with her love. Once he fastened and her clothes removed she smiled slightly. <br><br>Despite her naked state she would soon be with John, it wasn’t ideal but it was better then nothing. She needed to be with him, so much it was hurting inside her…or was that the branding.<br><br>Arthur draped something over her and tied it round her waist as she looked at the two men waiting for them to lead her upstairs, she knew the conversation with John they were about to have was not one that was going to be easy…did he know about this? Would he understand…if he didn’t she would he stuck here forever a servant to the house…any dreams she had would be lost…she closed her eyes for a second. No, John would understand, he would take her.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:38:01</strong>
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				It was Arthur who released her hands. Lord Bradford who took her hands in his and placed manacles on her wrists. <br><br>Lord Bradford held the lead as he explained. "I shall go first. The staff Master shall follow.&nbsp; Any questions or thoughts before we step off?"<br><br>If there were none then Lord Bradford had it in his mind to take her up the back stairs. Quietly enter the suite where John had been moved to this evening. It had been part of his punishment. Lord Bradford had not realized how serious this situation had gotten so quickly. He was glad for Arthur. Had it not been for his suggestions It was certain to have been another scandal.<br><br>He waited for the bound servant to speak as he eyed the door. He wished to move her very soon to the rooms of her new Master.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 15:59:13</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at Arthur as he let go of her hands, despite being covered she felt naked. He quickly cuffed her hands, Lord Bradford spoke. She tried to think of something to day but she couldn’t all she wanted was John to put his arms around her and tell her that what she did was good, and that she was his no matter what.<br><br>She looked up at Lord Bradford. “I can’t think of anything Sir.” She whispered, she shifted her feet slightly. She had no idea how long she was down in the cellar before Arthur arrived, but she rationalised that it was well past midnight… "What time is it Sir?"<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:35:05</strong>
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				"Time has stopped for you now," Lord Bradford told Gracie. "Once you have been delivered to your Master you shall be on his time and his schedule."<br><br>"Come," Lord Bradford said and stepped off giving her lead a slight tug. <br><br>Arthur motioned for her to move quickly. It was bad manners to lag behind.<br><br>Lord Bradford moved thru the cellar soundlessly. It was the back way. So infrequently visited that he had to pull cobwebs from the back stairs well. <br><br>He bothered with a candle, "Very old steps do be careful," He warned and strode up them two at a time.&nbsp; <br><br>Lord Bradford brought lead the way up the stairs and turn not left but right. He headed to the double doors of the guest suite. It didn't occur to him to inform Gracie of John room assignment change. He hadn't told Lady Bradford either. He simple stopped before the double doors and knocked to announce his presence.<br><br>The clipped sound a marching boots moved closer. The sudden halt behind the door.&nbsp; The turning of the handle from the other side. The protest of the door as it moved into the room. <br><br>John stood stiffly beside it, somber as he motioned his father into the room. He had no idea Lord Bradford was not alone until he entered. <br>"Good evening your Lordship," John replied darkly. "What do I owe this occasion?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:47:42</strong>
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				She felt him tug her along she moved quickly but as she walked the pain from her buttock ripped through her. She just bit her lip following the men to the a door and up some stairs. She nearly tripped up one but was being pulled so much she didn't hit the step.<br><br>They got to the stairs she was led away from John's room, dread pass through her she was sure that she was being led away fro Lord Bradford's pleasure, not to her John. She wanted to cry out but she knew that there would be more damage then good if she did.<br><br>He knocked on the door before the handle turned from inside the guest room, frowning she wondered who was inside, it couldn't be John because his room was down the hall the other way.<br><br>But she heard his voice, she followed behind the two men who walked inside they way they entered and were stood she could not see him, not could he see her. She wanted nothing more then to run to him but she knew it would be bad if she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 01:49:33</strong>
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				Lord Bradford walked calmly into the room. The girl placed herself precisely two steps behind and one to the left of his right arm.&nbsp; Arthur was one step behind and to the right of Lord Bradford. And they seemed to shield her from view.<br><br>It had been a thought. Arthur had thought that perhaps Lord Bradford would sequester her away tonight. Tell Sir John she had vanished and kept her personally. What man wouldn't want her. <br><br>Arthur stood proudly by these two honest courageous men.&nbsp; Knowing both did what was best for others first.<br><br>"I have brought before you a bound servant of the House of Bradford, "Lord Bradford came right to it. <br><br>And with that the older man step aside to reveal her. His hand on her shoulder tie and a tug to undo the bow. It fell to her waist on that side in the manner of a toga.&nbsp; <br><br>The material slipped down to reveal her bare shoulder. It fell from her youthful breast. Catching momentarily on the nipple ring which dancing with each breath she took. The silk draped over her manacles hands to rest at her waist. Her body partially revealed.&nbsp; <br><br>Sir John Edward Bradford could only look on. His trousers stiffened oddly.<br><br>"Grace!" He tried to swallow and couldn't. He took a step to her but Lord Bradford blocked his way.<br><br>He silently cursed his father. He would not fight the older man. There was too much respect between them but this.... almost became a dual. He thought the beating would be enough. That she would remain unharmed. This seemed so unreasonable. <br><br>He knew what lay ahead should he marry her. His father had forbid it. Had forbid him to see her. But this.<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you wish her.." Lord Bradford let the questions hang momentarily.<br><br>"Gods yes but," John mumbled. "Grace!"<br><br>John stepped to one side to see her as he spoke to Lord Bradford, "Does she know?"<br><br>When he met her eyes, she spoke directly to her, "Do you know what you've done?" The words seemed to spill out.<br><br>"Are you that sure?" John said, hoping she did. Hoping when she woke tomorrow she would still want him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 02:17:34</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She wanted to go see John, she needed to see him she needed to be closer to him. Listening to him she heard his words she wondered if John would be happy or not, maybe he would refuse her then what? Would she have to go with Lord Bradford.<br><br>She blushed as Lord Bradford stepped aside before unfastening the ties on her dress as they fell to her waist. She looked at the floor she felt ashamed for being there half naked with his father and his butler in the room.<br><br><br>“J….Sir.” She whispered looking over at him, she smiled slightly. She didn’t know what he was thinking, she just wanted him. She listened to the words between the men unsure what they were talking about. As he spoke directly to her he seemed angry. “I…um….I thought it was only way to be with you.” She whispered, looking down at the floor.<br><br>“I didn’t think that there was any other way…” She tried to move closer to him but she was pulled back. “John…are you angry?” She whispered biting her lip, as she looked at the floor. “I’m sorry.”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:54:34</strong>
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				John looked at her. He could not fathom the depth of her love. She had sacrificed her freedom, her life to be with him. For her there was no escape. He still had a choice. He could choose. <br><br>"Yes.. YES... I wish her..." His hand out for the chain that led to her wrists.&nbsp; <br><br>John never taking his eyes off her. "God help me I need her..."<br><br>"I take her as my own servant, bound to no other," John said clearly his voice breaking with a flood of hidden feelings. <br><br>"Leave us," He barked gripping her leash. "Now!"<br><br>Suddenly they were alone. The doors to the suite shut behind them. <br><br>He looked at her. The silks hung down at her waist. Her breasts plump and young as her nipples dangled her uncontested surrender. Her eyes on the floor, her face flush with embarrassment, shame, sadness.<br><br>He could bear the distance between them no longer.<br><br>He stepped to her. One hand holding her chain, came to rest on her bare hip. The other lifting her chin so that he could see into her eyes. <br><br>"I understand," It was all the words he could find to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:38:42</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She felt him take the chain she didn’t dare look up at him, she wanted to close her eyes and be in her bed, before she was branded and before she had revealed her feelings…it would have been simpler if she had said nothing.<br><br>As he spoke and was left alone with her she was shaking slightly, from fear of being so naked and from the cold, the pain in her buttock was starting to effect her, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week at least. <br><br>He moved closer to her his hand on her hip as he lifted her chin up, her eyes filled with tears she felt very scared and very tiny. “I didn’t know what to do…” She whispered, “The options were agree to marry Arthur, be whipped or spend my life with you…it seemed like I chose the right answer.” She whispered. “Did I choose wrong?”<br><br>She looked up at him as tears fell down her cheek, she reached up to wipe them away but her hands were still tied. “Your father banded me.” She whispered, “Please tell me you won’t throw me out into the streets. I love you John.” She whispered, as she pleaded with him to say something comforting…or indeed anything, she needed something from him.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 05:57:29</strong>
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				He listened as she spoke. He took both her hands in his as she told him what had happened. It was text book, so like his father. No missed cues, no missed beats, exactly as it was written. This girl. This woman had surrendered her life to wear his chains. She would wear his collar around her neck for the rest of her life. <br><br>Bounded servant, slave to his desires. It had been that way. For every generation of Bradford there had been the extra child, one who was listed in the peerage as a full son or daughter and dame by a slave girl. A sacrifice of love when marriage was not an option.&nbsp; <br><br>He removed the manacles from her wrists as she stood before him. The chains tossed to the floor to one side. He tugged at the rope that held the silks on her body and watched the material fall to the floor.<br><br>He could tell her words of poetic romance. He could offer her his hidden feelings. It all sounded to trite. Telling her he loved her seemed so insignificant compared to what she had sacrificed to be with him. <br><br>&nbsp;He began. <br><br>"It was this last rout. We were cut off on two sides. Water impassable behind us and the buggers before us." <br><br>"We thought surely this was our day.&nbsp; So I was not surprised when my Commander ask me what I loved most about life."<br><br>His finger tips gently brushed the tear from her cheek.<br><br>&nbsp;"And I told him it was you."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:10:23</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked up at him as he pushed the rest of her outfit down, she shivered slightly from the chill in the air. “John…What’s going to happen now?” she whispered looking up at him. <br><br>“Why can’t we just be together instead of…like this.” She whispered, biting her lip as she held his hands. “Are you alright?” She moved closer to him. “It’s not how I wanted it to be but we’re together.” She smiled softly running her fingers through her hair softly.<br><br>Listening to him she smiled softly, “You told him it was me?” She smiled, “I said that I needed you.” She bit her lip she moved closer to him wrapping her arm around him. “I love you.” She whispered looking up at him. <br><br>Biting her lip she looked up at him, “Should we go sit down?” She smiled looking up at him, running her fingers over his chest softly.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 02:08:16</strong>
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				She was there. She stood before him looking up at him and smiling. Her hands playing in the coarse hair of his chest. He had tossed on the shirt at the last minute and now it hung open like blinds pulled back offering his chest for her exploring fingers.<br><br>She was right of course it wasn't exactly as they wished it to be. They could never be but what they had now was so much better. There would be no shame for her. There would be no scandal for his mother.&nbsp; They need not pretend. <br><br>It was simple. They wanted to be together and have children and now they could. He could take her anywhere now. She could go to India with him.&nbsp; A post with the governor of a province perhaps. One without the fighting.<br><br>All those wild thoughts raced thru his mind in seconds. Each one leading back to her. His her.<br><br>The woman he had fallen in love with. The woman in his arms. The woman he was touching. The woman with lips that begged to be kissed.<br><br>So he did.<br><br>A deep long hungry kiss. A kiss that left no doubt of his love for her. A kiss meant to steal her breath as he carried her to their bed. Take her there gently mindful of her new brand. Mindful of how warm and soft she felt in his arms as he brought her to lay as he lay beside her slowly releasing her from his kiss.<br><br>"Grace, I want you." He asked with a glint in his eyes of passion.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 02:35:01</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Blushing she looked up at him. “I love you John.” She whispered, pressing herself against him she felt their lips connect. Sighing softly she felt him pulling moving her to the bed as he lay beside her. Turning onto her front she ran her fingers over his chest as she cuddled into him.<br><br>I have to ask you something…” She whispered looking up at him. “Will you still marry?” She looked away from his eyes, she wanted the truth but she didn’t at the same time. Sighing she placed her head on his chest softly. “I cant’ ask you not to love her…but…don’t give me up when you do get married.”<br><br>Sighing she looked back up at him, “I wanted to marry you so much now we can’t.” She bit her lip leaning over she kissed his lips softly as tears fell down her face, she just suddenly accepted that she would never be allowed to do what she wanted…she could never finish her course, or go outside alone, or have John to herself…she would be his but he would never be hers no matter how much he protested. <br><br>“I want you too.” She whispered back softly.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:59:05</strong>
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				In that moment John Edward Bradford suddenly understood his father's silence. Stoic on so many occasions.&nbsp; He never understood until that moment why the man never had words with his mother.&nbsp; It was clear to him now.<br><br>Once a woman was in love they seemed to became solidly devoid of any ability to reason when it came to the man they loved. It seemed that they were not satisfied with any attempts to assure them that there would be no other.&nbsp; They worried it to the point of distraction. He was surprised his mother wasn't still a virgin with her solid grasp of mental instability.<br><br>There were things his father said and did that now made perfect sense. The man's obscure references out of the blue which caught his mother off guard and had her silent. Oddly it all made sense.<br><br>"Grace, we're going to India," He said matter of factly and followed it up with a hungry I-can't-wait-any-longer kiss.<br><br>His hand stroking down her body as he kissed her. His arm gathering her to his chest. Wanting her even more as his hand explored her warm body. Touching as he kissed her urgently.&nbsp; He kept her close, warming her to the excitement that she had yet to taste.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, she was free to taste. He would see that she received a deep long measure of everything he had waited to give her. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 17:18:10</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">His statement shocked her, she smiled at him. “India?” She whispered, her eyes wide with shock as she tried to imagine what it would be like that. She kissed him back deeply sighing softly she felt his body pressing against hers, gasping she felt his fingers moving over her teasing her tender skin.<br><br>Pulling back from him she smiled softly, looking up into his eyes she pressed herself against him. She had little idea what was going to happen between them, what she was told it was best that she just lay down and that what was coming to her. Biting her lip she looked over at him. <br><br>“What do we do now? I’ve never…well you knew that…” she whispered softly, she moved her hands over his chest again, she wanted to touch him but she was a bit unsure, she felt like an idiot. <br><br>Pressing herself against him she kissed his lips deeply, she pulled the covers over them, she felt really cold and couldn’t stop shivering, but she knew that he would keep her warm. “I’m happy that we can be together.” She smiled but part of her really wanted to have a wedding even if it was small…she just wanted everyone to know how much she loved him…but everyone did now…<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 00:33:16</strong>
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				He smiled and nibbled her neck. His hand guiding her novice hands to his chest. His voice rumbling there, as he kissed that spot that had her shivering, "touch me Grace. I'm all yours."<br><br>His hands roaming over her body slowly. Her body rippling with every contact. She thrilled him moment by moment. He opened for her, offering her his full torso to glide over. Her fingers heating him.<br><br>His own came to her breast. Cupping her gently, as he massaged around and over her melon. The lightest touch across her nipple. It had him gulping air with the contact.<br><br>He kissed down her neck slowly leaving the trail of sensation along every nerve he touched. Kissing and brushing his lips across the fullness of her other breast. Scraping his mustache over her nipple lightly. He look up at her and grinned before opening his mouth and covered her full dark circle with his lips. <br><br>His hand stroking down her body. Exploring trails across her flat firm belly. Across to her hips where he gently massaged. He took another breath. A shallow one. His fingers stroking across her velvet and settling down inside her mound. Tapping gently to call out her hidden maiden to tease her, ready her for the first touch of a man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 00:56:51</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled her hands moving over him softly. “I talk too much don’t I?” She whispered. “I’m sorry I’m just nervous.” She&nbsp; bit her lip, running her fingers over his chest she smiled at him he felt so warm to her touch, she was normally cold but he seemed to be hotter then her.<br><br>She blushed feeling his hands grip her breasts she tried not to remember the feel of his father taking a nipple into his mouth. She didn’t want to admit that to him.<br><br>Sighing softly she felt his kisses move down her body softly, she gasped as his moustache scraped over her tender nipple. “You sure you won’t get rid of that thing?” She smiled softly blushing as she looked over at him. Running her fingers through his hair softly she looked up at him.<br><br>Closing her eyes she moaned softly in pleasure her body shaking slightly as he hands moved down slowly. “John…” She whispered her voice trailing off slightly as she felt his fingers moved between her legs teasing her slowly. “w...what are you doing?” She whispered blushing heavily, scarcely remembering what happened earlier it seemed like a lifetime ago. <br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 05:58:11</strong>
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				He furrowed his brow. His attention on her breasts and his fingers touching seeking her out of her mound. He wanted and it threw him off when she asked. Like a challenge. But he was filled with desire. He had been patient. Been waiting and went away to keep the possibility of what they were doing from happening. <br>When he return, she had wanted.&nbsp; She said so. Had touch and kissed him to tell her she wished him to take her. But that was when it was not possible. When the heat of denial flowed swiftly as a barrier to their intent. <br><br>Now that there was flesh between them. She was revealed and he, the shirt disguarded.&nbsp; His trousers open. Now she asked.<br><br>He took a shallow breath. His tone deeper, gravel and rough, "Touching to warm you. For what we are to do you must be wet the first time."<br><br>His fingers stroking across her sweet lips. His hand capturing hers and holding them above her head. "I wish to taste you, Grace. To ready you before I take your treasure."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 23:46:21</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">“I’m already warm,” She whispered biting her lip pushing back against him. She blushed heavily she felt like an idiot for asking the questions she should have kept her mouth shut it would have been easier.<br><br>Biting her lip she smiled softly, “I love you.” She whispered pressing herself against him, her body shaking slightly as she felt him teasing her softly. Feeling him place her hands above her, blushing she looked over at him. <br><br>“You want to taste me?” She whispered, her face turning red as she looked at him. She ran her fingers through his hair softly. “I guess I have a lot to learn…I’m guessing you’ve done this before?” She whispered smiling softly at him; biting her lip she ran her fingers through his hair again. “When ever you’re ready.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 08:02:44</strong>
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				He released her hands and kissed her tenderly.&nbsp; Her fingers brushed thru his hair and he collected himself. He tried. He honestly tried as he kissed her. But her lips were so fresh and his desire heated. He could barely control himself from taking her.<br><br>He touched her gently. Kissed her down her body where his fingers had gone before. His hands massaged her breasts. His mouth dipped into her hot desire. His tongue swirled her new maiden. His moustache brushing across her passion. <br><br>His shoulders slipped between her thighs. Opening her for the heat of his lust, his desire for her, the pleasure he wanted to bring to her. How he loved her. <br><br>He groaned into her treasure and blew hot air against her virgin lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 23:59:13</strong>
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				Blushing she stiffened up under his touch, as he moved down her body his lips brushing over her skin. “I um…” She shivered as she felt him pushing her legs apart as he moved between him. <br><br>Biting her lip she looked over at him as she felt his fingers teasing her, opening her lips. Her eyes widened as she looked down at him his tongue and moustache teasing her. She had never felt anything like this before, the pleasure was incredible, closing her eyes she pushed back against him. She could feel her hips rising off the bed.<br><br>“Oh John…you’re so amazing.” She whispered biting her lip, her body shaking slightly, as he blew ait against her, “Ohhhh.” She whimpered closing her eyes moaning softly “Is this pleasure normal/” she whimpered biting her lip as she dug her nails into the sheets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 08:19:57</strong>
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				John lifted from her wet desire, "There is much more, my love." <br><br>He said quietly. "Let me show you." <br><br>He brushed up her torso with his hand. Setting on one breast he began&nbsp; stroking her tease her nipple with light tugs. His other hand lifting her hips. <br><br>His tongue thrusting into her virgin tunnel. More. When she was ready. He tried to open her carefully with his tongue. Push her inner walls further but they resisted.&nbsp; He groaned in her slit and lathered her folds of her sex. Slipping his mustache against her clit and showing her how to ride it.<br><br>When she was ready, he thought before he lost all ability to think at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 16:40:24</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">“There’s more?” She whispered her eyes wide with surprise and want, she felt his hand moving up her body placing itself on her ample breast teasing her tender nipple. She stared at his hand not noticing his other hand raising her hips towards him. <br><br>Feeling his tongue push deep inside her she let out a gasp, it seemed to wrong, but at the same time she felt like she was almost whole. She had been missing a part of her, it was only now after everything that she realised that it had been John. Closing her eyes she remember the night just before he left for the army, she had come to see him, she tried to tell him that she loved him but she couldn’t find the words. As he wrapped his arms around her she felt whole, but the next day he left, part of her had been ripped away. Now she was complete again.<br><br>Biting her lip she felt him pushing his tongue deeper inside her. “Oh John…” she whispered softly, her voice unable to say anymore as she felt him teasing her tender bud with his moustache. She needed him more she wanted every part of him. “John…I want you…” Her voice trailed off as she felt a wave of pleasure crash over her.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 19:37:49</strong>
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				He was rocking his hips into the mattress as his tongue dipped inside her. Stirring her. Lapping her sweet nectar. Opening her slit to accommodate his girth. Setting a pace and rhythm to the moans and pleas of her voice until her first shudder. Until the walls of her protesting treasure collapsed in wave and he could no longer hold back.<br><br>He left urgent kisses as he crawled up her body. Her clit got another scraping over with his tongue. His body pressed against it at her mound as he inched his way upward. Stopping to suckle and swirl each ripe nipple into his mouth as he kept his full weigh off her tiny frame.<br><br>He came to her then. Hovering above her. "I love you Grace."<br><br>Her lips parted as he descended. Covering her mouth as his large engorged man shaft sawed gentle across her new folds in long strokes. He slipped his arm to her back, supporting her as he gripped his cock wet with her honey to press at her treasure.<br><br>He lifted from her lips. Holding her against his chest to keep her from squirming too much and hurting herself. He pressed solidly and felt her slit give to take the tip of his cock head inside her. <br><br>His mouth fell on her neck, chewing and kissing her. His hot breath at her ear, "I want you... need you Grace."<br><br>Slowly he entered her virgin tunnel.&nbsp; His member pushing open the tight walls of her channel an inch then withdrew only to return again to press into her again. In a rhythm that was meant to give her balance and drive him nuts. To bring her pleasure as he carefully tried to keep the new experience from being horribly painful.<br><br>He felt that resistance and withdrew leaving only the head of his rock hard weapon embedded. <br><br>He looked into her eyes. Loving her with his whole being in that look. A look she would know he meant for only her. He kissed her tenderly as he rocked into her and reached her seal before withdrawing again.<br><br>"I could love no other..," He whispered as he held her tight against his chest. "Surrender to me, my love."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 23:20:29</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">As the waves of pleasure crashed over her she didn’t feel him moving up her body, she barely registered his tongue teasing over her tender sensitive nipples. She did feel his member pressing against her lips, opening her eyes she looked up at him. “John?” She whispered, his hand moving under her before he slowly pushing inside her.<br><br>He pulled her closer to him, pushing deeper inside her. She held onto his arms as he pushed inside deeper. “I need you too.” She whispered looking up at him. Closing her eyes she moaned softly, feeling him pushing deeper inside her “Ohhhh.” She whispered.<br><br>Biting her lip she gripped his arm softly as he started to push in deeper and harder inside her. “Oh God.” She whimpered as she felt him pushing slowly inside her, before pulling back, she looked into his eyes stroking his cheek softly. He pushed in again before stopping again. <br><br>“I have already surrendered to you.” She whispered. “I’m completely yours.” She whispered biting her lip as she looked at him. She frowned not sure why he was asking her that. Running her fingers through her hair she blushed heavily.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 00:20:40</strong>
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				He moans had him gulping air. Her words he heard as her surrender. The curves of her breasts high and firm. The crests dangling wetted from his attention. He pressed her body against his forcing the crests to pinch and tug at her nipples with every breath either of them took. <br><br>The crests catching on his coarse chest hair deliciously. He groaned as his hand slid down her back to grip the curves of her cheeks. He pressed his lips to hers his eyes open with burning desire. <br><br>New sensation ran thru him. Pulsing as he pushed his cock deep inside her channel only to withdraw most of the way. This time, he thought.<br><br>He lifted her hips up to allow gravity to propel him. His lips hungrily capturing her with the intensity of the storm she was building. He pushed his shaft into her. Thrusting forward, slicing into her fresh new tunnel. A battering ram against her virgin seal. Holding briefly only to break and collapse with the violence of his thrusts.<br><br>He held her tight as he felt her seal give. Flooding her with every other sensation within his arsenal to minimize her pain.<br><br>But try as he wanted. He could no longer stop. He could no longer think. He only felt. And what he was feel was so dangerous, so insidiously addictive, so engulfing he cold do nothing more than steadily increase the tempo of his thrusts.&nbsp; <br><br>He was grunting with each lunging stroke. "OH... GOd.... yesss... oh... yess!!" He growled as he pumped into her again and again. <br><br>He could barely hang on any longer. "Grace.... don't stop... I'm ... ohhhh...blooddy helll!!!&nbsp; NOW!!" <br><br>His whole body shook as he waited for her to climax.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 02:57:15</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She gasped as the crests tied round her nipples were pulled, by accident but pulled causing ripples of pleasure to shoot up her spine. “Oh fuck.” She whimpered pushing back against him, “Oh John, I love you.” She bit her lip looking into his eyes as she felt his hands gripping her arse, she kissed him back deeply her body shaking slightly. <br><br>Closing her eyes he pulled back pushing into her harder but stopping short again he seemed angry. Blushing she ran her fingers through his hair. He pulled back again pushing deep inside her, pain ripped through her. “Oh God.” She dug her nails into his back as she felt him pushing deeper faster and harder inside her. “Oh my God.” She whimpered, he was so big stretching her harder then before.<br><br>He started to thrust deep inside her, her body shaking as he thrust hard inside her, his thick member stretching her tight cunt, she could feel every inch of him inside her. He started to thrust deep and hard inside her. “Oh John.” She whimpered, she closed her eyes she could feel herself so close to exploding, “Oh fuck.” She whispered her body shaking as she felt herself cumming hard, her pussy clamping down hard onto his thick member milking him for all his cum. </span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 05:23:39</strong>
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				<br><br>That clamping. Like the collapsing of nations. Like the crushing blows of colliding comets. However did such hellish ecstasy fit in such a small package John Edward Bradford would never know. All he knew was that the little lady with the small packed had swallowed his seriously large offering and was crushing it with the strength of an equally small moon or impact vice for crushing train cars.<br><br>He did the only sane option his body could offer him short of his head exploding from the violence she wrapped around his full shaft.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly John roared like a bull as Grace detonated around him. His cock smashed and the impact had him firing load after thick hot load to coat inside the very core of her.&nbsp; He rode her full climax and felt her sucking every single offering he fired into her hot wet desire. <br><br>He gulped air as she sucked him dry. He was dizzy with her release. He grinned and kissed her tenderly between panting breaths. He guess the entire room would smell like sex but he didn’t care. Not now.&nbsp; <br><br>They were legal. No muss, no fuss. He could keep her in is bed for the rest of his life and none would say the worst for it. <br><br>“OH, Grace,” John said finally when he could think again.<br><br>“My Grace.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 00:45:02</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Biting her lip she pushed back against him her body shaking as she felt him exploding inside her, thrusting deep and hard. “Oh God John.” She whimpered pushing back against him loving the way he felt deep inside her.<br><br>She kissed him back softly as she recovered from her own orgasm, “Oh John.” She whimpered looking up at him. “I love you.” She smiled cuddling into him, running her hand over his cheek softly, as she looked into his eyes. “Are you alright love?” She whispered, biting her lip she smiled looking into his eyes. <br><br>Evening those she didn’t move she loved the feel of his body against hers, he was so warm, she felt safe with him beside her. Shivering she moved her hips softly, he was still deep inside her. Looking into his eyes she smiled softly her fingers moving over his chest softly.<br><br>She was happy that they were together now and now they were going to India, it was like a dream, hours ago she was a maid and now…well everything was different. She loved him more then she could explain to him.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 01:21:51</strong>
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				"I'm undone with the taste of you," He said and kissed her on the nose playfully. <br><br>"Just lay still until you have quiet finished quivering." He said avoiding any amount of movement that would send her tight angry tunnel into a roar fit again. The same movements that gripped and crushed his now soft and sensitive shaft.<br><br>He could tell their arrangement already bothered her even if she didn't admit it. But their way was cut off here for that. <br><br>India, he thought. He knew she'd enjoy it. A few weeks aboard ship with a Captain willing to marry a couple at sea. <br><br>He simply needed to heal enough for his unit to take him back. Not long at all really. Not at all.<br><br>"Tomorrow, we'll stay a fortnight with William at the estate. I shall return for tea time with mother and return post haste." He kissed her tenderly and held her gently in his arms. <br><br>"Have William show you the garden while I'm gone. That shouldn't bore you to badly." He teased.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:43:57</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled softly her body shaking slightly, as he kissed her nose softly. She giggled looking up at him, “I’ll try.” She whispered softly looking up at him, “But you make me quiver.” She whispered biting her lip innocent as she looked up at him. <br><br>She smiled wondering what he was thinking, then he spoke about being with William, she didn’t like the idea of being left alone with him, especially with her new status. He was a known womaniser; he chased every girl in the village before laying his hands on Amber. <br><br>“Can I not stay here…I mean I could do with some time with my mother…once you’ve had your tea I could go back with you afterwards.” She smiled hopefully, as she looked up at him, her hand running over his cheek.<br><br>She could get lost in his eyes, they were so deep and warm she felt as if she could fall into them and never escape. “What time is it?” She whispered, as she felt her eyes starting to drift shut, she was more tired then she imagine. She had been up since 6am and now it was well past midnight.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:59:21</strong>
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				"Mother can be dreadful. Dragging you back here would only inflame her until I had a chance to speak quietly with her. Besides, I want time with you alone," He said. "It will be quicker if I go and return. I promise before sundown. I shan't tarry if that's your concern."<br><br>He smiled snuggling her close, "You'll spend a lot of time with your mother once we're back. I shall see to it. But I will not give you up at night. Now that I have you, my bed is far too empty without you."<br><br>"Time?" He reached for the clock and groaned in pain. Trying to ignoring it's occurrence across his back as he stretched to reach the clock. Then he had it in his hand for a moment. <br><br>"Three... A few more hours to sleep.&nbsp; I should like to be up at seven," He told her.<br><br>"Are you comfortable or should I move?" He asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:15:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>“I’m not concerned about you tarrying….it’s just…” She smiled, “It doesn’t matter I’m being foolish.” She blushed, “Why do we have to go tomorrow can we not stay until evening I shall keep well away from your mother.” She blushed looking into his eyes hoping he would reconsider going.<br><br>Biting her lip she felt his arms around her, listening to his words as he eyes started to close. “Hmmm, I’m glad that I chose this option instead of marrying Arthur.” She giggled softly. <br><br>He groaned. “Oh your poor leg I wish I hadn’t said anything.” She bit her lip. “I should have just let us sleep.” She bit her lip looking up into his eyes. “Could you get off…I mean it’s going to be hard to breathe when you’re unconscious on top of me.” She smiled as she kissed his lips softly. <br><br>“Perhaps you should sleep a little longer it’s been a tiring day.” She whispered, looking up into his eyes softly. “I should think I need a bit of rest.” She smiled softly, as she felt herself drifting under.<br></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:33:02</strong>
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				John moved carefully from deep inside her. He groaned at the pleasure even that much caused. He kissed her tenderly letting her babble. It had been a long day. His leg and his back gave him some discomfort yet he found more peace in her arms than he had for a year.<br><br>"Night Grace," He said spooning her back against his chest. His arm around her as he took a deep breath.<br><br>Seven O'clock would come all too soon, he feared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:44:24</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled feeling his arms around her, pulling him closer to her she smiled softly. "Good night John, I love you." She whispered before difting peacefully asleep, she didn't want to wake up, she didn't want to go tomorrow she wanted to stay here, maybe she could persuade him to stay in bed int he morning.<br><br>Stretching beside her she pressed her body against his, her hips moving her arse back against his crotch, not that she was aware that she was doing that.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 06:48:49</strong>
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				The alarm rang once before it shot across the room and out the window. <br><br>It sailed down from the window in an arc as the gardener look on.<br><br>It slam against the stones below.&nbsp; <br><br>One of the bells made a tinny sound in a final death keen as it rolled under a poinsettia leaf along the front walk.<br><br>He kissed her neck and snuggled against her. Another deep breath. A mumbled, I love you Grace, and Sir John Bradford was asleep once again. <br><br>Arthur brought a tray for two and knocked heavily on the door at precisely 930 am.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 00:26:33</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Grace heard the knock on the door, as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Her eyes opened, she was late for work, she was still half asleep, yawning she tried to move into her back when she felt an arm over her. Looking over at him she frowned trying to recall last night.<br><br>There was another loud knock, she moved catching the crests attached to her nipples, looking down she remembered what happened. “Oh my God.” She whispered to herself, but looking over at him she smiled. He was worth it.<br><br>Getting out of the bed she pulled on the silk thing she had worn the night before, heading to the door she opened it slowly. “Oh…Mr Max.” She whispered, “What time is it?” She frowned.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:02:40</strong>
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				“Mrs. Marsden,” Arthur remarked with a slight bow of his head. He noticed Gracie was simply glowing. <br><br>“I had not meant to disturb. My Lady bid me to send up breakfast.&nbsp; It is fresh made and the time is 9 30 a m.” Arthur reported as he set the tray for two and tea on the table in the sitting room.<br><br>He stood after setting two places properly.&nbsp; His hand to his back he produced the morning notices and placed them along the left side of the table. <br><br>“Will there be anything else, Mrs. Marsden?” Arthur asked and wondered if she would have blossomed for him had things been different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:09:31</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled softly at him, "It's Gracie, it has and always will be." She looked at him knowing that he would never call her by her first name again. "Thank you but I would have gone..." she bit her lip, everything was different now. She was just begining to realise just how different. <br><br>He placed the things on the table. "Oh um...no I can't imagine there would be anything else. Thank you." She whispered, it wasn't a thank you for the dinner it was meant to be a thank you for lastnight, for giving her the option. <br><br>She could almost read his mind, she smiled softly, her hand touching his arm softly. "You wouldn't have been happy with me...I'm too bossy and I steal the covers." She smiled trying to make him feel better about not getting to marry her. "Besides...I know that, Jennifer has a soft spot for you." She was refering to the shy blonde maid that runs away whenever he goes near her. "She's just too nervous to speak to you."</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 06:18:51</strong>
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				Arthur stopped at the touch of her hand and her kind words. "Thank you Mrs. Marsden." <br><br>Arthur's focus shifted slightly as he spoke, "I shall indeed look into the matter. Good Morning Sir John. Shall I return shortly."<br><br>John looked at Grace and Arthur, saw the hand. He saw Arthur pull away. "That would be helpful, please Arthur."<br><br>Arthur gave a curt bow to them both and stepped out the door.<br><br>John turned to her. She was wearing the silks from last night. He'd been a fool not to think about her. There was much to be done this morning. It looked as if they would be late to William's after all but for different reasons.<br><br>His hands opened to her and he grinned broadly. "Good morning, Mrs. Marsden. I hope you slept well."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:59:07</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she looked at John once Arthur left she headed over to John smiling. Moving closer to him she wrapped her arms around him. “Good morning love.” She whispered her hand stroking his chest softly.<br><br>“I was just thanking him for giving me the option to have you.” She smiled cuddling into him. “And I told him about Jennifer.” She placed her head on his chest breathing in his scent. “I love you John. I’m so glad that we are together.” Sighing softly she looked over at him.<br><br>“We should eat some breakfast.” Biting her lip she looked up at him, “Since its later maybe we should go see your brother tomorrow.” She smiled softly her hands moving down his body softly, her fingertips moving over his member softly. “Perhaps we could go back to bed.” She whispered kissing his lips softly.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 04:05:11</strong>
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				When he heard Arthur in the other room, he had tossed on a robe and scrambled out of his empty bed for a gander. All seemed well. There was a hint of some under current but when Grace mentioned the mousy downstairs' maid it surprised him that for all Arthur's cleverness the man seemed oblivious to the matter.<br><br>Food sounded like a wonderful idea. It probably would have been had she not snuggled so knowledgeably. <br><br>Her hands peeling the robe back to discover he was only wearing the robe and a smile.&nbsp; Her lips on his and her light touch against a raging bull ready to gorge her once more.<br><br>He groaned in pleasure and brought her against his chest. His hand cupping her breast as he pushed the silks off her shoulder. <br><br>Food and the table was definitely dropping down the list of things on his mind.&nbsp; Visiting the old duck was sinking deeper as well. <br><br>He blamed her lips. But he kissed her ripe breast as he cradled her in his arms. "Bed definitely."<br><br>His heated tongue teasing her nipple.&nbsp; He took several long strides toward the bed.<br><br>An impatient rapping at the door.&nbsp; It was akin to children with a hammer at a sugar ant mound.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew that knock. It brought him to a dead stop. "What? Could she possibly want this early in the morning?" <br><br>John grumbled and brought Grace down to the bed gently. His tender kiss on her lips and a promise. "I shall send her away. Don't go anywhere."<br><br>John Bradford turned and gathered the robe around him. He strode purposefully to the door and reached for the door. <br><br>"Mother, can you come....."<br><br>It was as far as he got before Lady Bradford brought a troop of seamstresses and a tailor into the suite. All five of them were chattering excitedly. <br><br>"Would you be ever so kind as to have Mrs. Marsden present for her fittings," His mother said sweetly.<br><br>Lady Bradford peeked around her son and motioned into the bedroom. "Mrs. Marsden do come out won't you. We'll need to have you in a fashionable ensemble so you may leave the bedroom with your Sir John!"<br><br>It must have been the cue. The gaggle of five gasped and sighed as they rushed toward Grace armed with tape measure and note taking material, samples of cloth and a host of designs. They surrounded her and started talking at once.<br><br>Tossing word out like cumber buns, princess lines, flowing silks and hat pins.<br><br>His mother patted his arm as he stood dumbfounded watching. "You should have wed her so I could disown you and you wouldn't have to speak to me for months." <br><br>Lady Bradford smiled innocently, "Now, your father says, we should all get along civilly," and batted her eyes. "Dinner is promptly at 8, I expect you both there."<br><br>"I'm afraid we're going...." John began.<br><br>"To the estate?" Lady Bradford smirked, "Not unless you plan to take her in a silk nightie my son. I should think having a few house dresses shouldn't take more than later afternoon by the look of the enthusiasm."<br><br>Lady Bradford pulled him down by the collar of his robe and kissed his cheek, "Tea, two lumps." She said stepped towards the bedroom.<br><br>"Sugar?" He turned frowning. "Since when do you take your tea with sugar?"<br><br>Lady Bradford stopped and glanced over her shoulder with the brightest of catty smiles. "Oh, the tea's not for me dear.&nbsp; I'm your mother, I know how fond you are of your two lumps." <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:21:20</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as her hand touched his member softly, his lips pressed against hers. “Hmmm.” She sighed softly pressing her body against his, “Bed sounds good.” She grinned as his tongue teased her tender nipple softly.<br><br>As he moved her to the bed she heard a knock at the door, sighing she wanted to tell him to not get it but it didn’t seem possible. Pouting slightly she looked up at him as he sat her on the bed, and out of the bedroom. <br><br>“Your mother?” she bit her lip blushing slightly. “I wonder if he knew about me.” Running her fingers through her hair she sat down as she watched him leave the room. There was a little chatting before she heard his mother asking her to walk out of the room. <br><br>Walking outside she was pounced on by the army of seamstress’ she looked at the woman as they measure her and thrust material under her nose. She was clearly frightened, looking over at John he was being distracted by his mother at the table. <br><br>What colour to do you like? <br>You need to wear you’re hair up. <br>No down. <br>No up. <br>I think that yellow will suit well. <br>No the red is the nicest it goes with her hair. <br>I say purple. <br>PURPLE you’re kidding.<br><br>She ran a hand through her hair trying to focus on one person, looking over at John she was begging for help, but he was talking to his mother.<br><br>They were still buzzing around, she kept trying to move but they dragged her back. At least it was keeping them from visiting Michael she really didn’t want to see him. <br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 04:23:42</strong>
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				Lady Bradford clapped her hands for attention. Her smile pasted on her face bravely. <br><br>"Thank you so very much," She said her eyes sweeping over the group. "Priorities, the poor dear lost everything in a freak accident.&nbsp; Indulge her. Spoil her with London's most fashionable. "<br><br>"She will required to start, something to move about the house in, something for the garden and we mustn't forget the evening dinning."<br><br>Lady Bradford turned her smile to her son, "Sir Captain John Edward Bradford, I hope that meets with your permission. He will of course be the registry for billing." <br><br>Lady Bradford snaked her arm thru Grace, "Shall we try a royal blue, Mrs. Marsden?"<br><br>"Yes, quiet fine," John said and brought tea and a stool to Grace's rescue. <br><br>His smile award winning as he swept dashingly between his mother and his love without looking put out and certainly not intimidating although his mother had a glint in her eye as she moved to harry a seamstress instead.<br><br>He bent kindly to Grace, "You need outfits. Better now since they're here. It won't take long."<br><br>Although he had no idea how long it might take he was steadfast determined to wait it out with her. After of course he dressed and shaved. <br><br>"I shall return shortly," He whispered in her other ear and stole a tender kiss before stepping to the armoire.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:08:20</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Looking over at John she heard his mother speaking, this had to be a punishment. She could see thought the niceness this was her way of getting back at them. Looking over at John she couldn’t tell if he taken in by her, it was his mother she couldn’t blame him if he did.<br><br>Looking over to him she smiled softly, but her eyes were less then happy they said “Please help me.” His mother moved closer to her lacing her arm with Graces. She tried to keep the smile on her face as she looked over at his mother.<br><br>Luckily John moved between them for a second, he didn’t try and save her, he just accepted what was happening. She whispered, “Please don’t leave me.” But he didn’t hear her he left get dressed himself. <br><br>She was quickly disrobed and placed into underwear and dress that seemed to appear from no where.<br><br>Hmmm that’s better.<br>Yes, the blue is lovely.<br>Maybe a green would be nice, to match her eyes.<br>But not yellow.<br>Definitely not yellow.<br>Well…maybe a light yellow.<br><br>She was quickly measured again, her dress tightly laced up. “Oh, oh…it’s a bit…tight.”<br><br>“It’s meant to be, just stay still and try not to breathe” His mother smirked looking at her in the floor length dark blue dress.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 05:03:23</strong>
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				At least he hadn't cut himself shaving, John thought as he stood at the door of his room hesitating a moment. All sorts of etiquette crossing his mind. Whatever had he been thinking. He tugged on his vest and strolled into the setting room.<br><br>"Grace, mother tea?" He said to let Grace know he hadn't abandoned her completely.<br><br>"I've informed the staff to deliver refreshments here, it should be arri........<br><br>He turned and stopped. His eyes full on Grace. She was stunning. She was so beautiful she took his breath away. <br><br>Could it be the same girl from last night. This woman in deep blue. Had he ever seen her so beautiful in the light.&nbsp; She was amazing.&nbsp; The way her hair lay against her shoulder, he must touch her to be sure she was real and not a dream.<br><br>His hands took hers and he smiled. "Would you care for some tea, dear Grace?" <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 20:19:50</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">It seemed an age before he stepped from the bedroom, sighing she smiled as she looked at him. She was relieved that he hadn’t left her to his mother. He started to speak but stopped in midflow. He was staring at her, smiling she looked at him, ignoring the rest of them for a few minutes.<br><br>He moved towards her taking his hand, sighing she grabbed it stepping away from the people as they chatted together about what to do with the dresses. She held his hand squeezing slightly, she was determined never to let go. “Tea would be lovely, thank you.” She smiled softly at him. <br><br>“Are you alright, you seem a bit stunned back there.” Running her fingers through her hair she smiled as she squeezed his hand again she wished that the other people weren’t in the room so she could spend time with John, but she guessed she did need clothes.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 00:58:45</strong>
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				"Stunned," He nodded, and bent his head to kiss her hand. "You are my joy."<br><br>He came up smiling. His hand to hers and she leaned to her ear. A kiss but without those hovering able to notice. <br><br>His voice a hushed whisper, "Any lumps in your tea, Mrs. Bradford?"<br><br>"I shall away your decision..." But there was a knock at the door. It was Arthur's familiar rapping. <br><br>"That must be the refreshments," He gave her a wink. "I shall return."<br><br>He stepped away to see to the door. Grace was immediately defenseless again. They fell upon her. Another dress in hand as they attempted to whisk her out of the blue.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 01:55:46</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled as she heard him whispered Mrs Bradford. She looked into his eyes, wishing that she was his wife she could get rid of these people. Biting her lip she looked over at him watched him move to the door.<br><br>As soon as his back was turned she was grabbed from the seat the women undressed her not caring that Arthur was at the door, they realised that she was a whore so why should she care. Looking over at him she bit her lip waiting for him to come back.<br><br>They placed her in another dress; it was less fashionable and more likely seen on a prostitute. He was cut to emphasis her curves but not in a subtle way. She looked at the grin on his mother’s face and she realised that she was being used.<br><br>“I do not like that this dress…” Her words where cut off by the women ignoring her, complimenting her in the dress. Looking over at the women she raised her voice. “Let me rephrase that… NO.” She shook her head trying to make her point across. “Do you understand?” She was getting angry she had been angry before but managed to hold back but today she was going to unleash she just prayed that his mother never said anything to her.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 05:33:49</strong>
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				<br>John had heard Grace raise her voice in anger once in his entire life. Now he heard it again. He whispered something to Arthur and the down stairs maid and stepped into their bedroom.&nbsp; He took the door and shut it hard behind him.<br><br>"Excuse me," Sir Captain John Edward Bradford said darkly in the same way that someone else might say this is a robbery.<br><br>All eyes of those helpers turn toward him. "As this is my ticket. I want to be very clear on this point.&nbsp; Mrs. Bradford," and he waved his pipe in Grace's direction. "Decides what she will and will not wear. If you wish to earn my business and the business of my fellow Calvary officers I suggest listening to my lady wife."<br><br>"She will be accorded every privilege of a woman of means to include privacy. Have I made myself clear?" He gave them a hard looked before narrowing his gaze on his mother. "I will take you up on that offer of earlier mother. Brilliant really. Thank you so much."<br><br>Lady Bradford collected her skirts and floated out like a fully armed battleship.<br><br>The rest looked to one another. "Several outfits for my lady." He reminded them and they suddenly found the most interesting things to do with the tape measure and scissors as they offered Grace a more appropriate garment.<br><br>The door to the suite opened once more and the maid entered with a tray of cups for tea.<br><br>"Ah the tea is here, my love," He reported.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 05:43:09</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked over at John glad that he was backing her up she was scared that she might have angered him since she raised her voice. He called her his wife and she felt her heart flutter, she wanted to melt into his arms and feel safe and warm.<br><br>The seamstresses seemed to disappear from around her as soon as his mother left the room, they handed her the blue dress before filing out of the room to their workshop to produce as many things as they could. The more expensive the better, at least they could send him the bill.<br><br>She quickly changed into the blue dress again just as there was a knock on the door with the tea. She smiled as it was placed in front of her. The maid took one look at her and her eyes widened this was big news; she needed to tell…everyone!<br><br>She left the room and Grace started to pour the tea for them both. “Thank you, for saving me there, I did not want to get angry, but they were trying to dress me like a whore. I shouldn’t complain, I haven’t had a new dress in 4 years, but…I know I’m your personal servant but I’m not a whore. Am I?” She looked over at him biting her lip.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 05:57:24</strong>
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				Her question struck all the wrong note in him at once. He stood and strode purposefully to the suite door. He bellowed for Arthur who came on the run.<br><br>"Would you be so kind as to have the stable boy bring the surrey around the front quickly," He said and closed the door.<br><br>He tugged his vest coat and walked back into their room where he sat down and took the tea cup in his hand finally. A sip to calm the rage that boiled in him.<br><br>Then and only then did he speak, "You are Grace Mardens for the moment. Since you are dress properly we're going for a ride in the surrey to Thetford Chase.&nbsp; We will be visiting an old school chum of mine." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:34:50</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She could tell he was angry, but she wished he would speak to her. Looking at him as he bellowed out of the door for him she looked at the floor knowing that he was angry with her. <br><br>He sat down opposite her she didn’t speak, move or look at him; it took all her willpower not to start crying. She felt as if she had ruined everything but speaking her mind, why did she do it. She would keep her opinions to herself from now on. It seemed like the best option. <br><br>He spoke to her his voice was calm and level but she knew he was still angry with her. “I’m sorry John I didn’t mean to say that.” Looking up at him, “Please forgive me.” She whispered, she wasn’t sure if would. She looked into his eyes she wanted to touch him but was afraid that he would push her away, she could feel her heart breaking as tears filled her eyes. “I am sorry.”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 21:05:55</strong>
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				He motioned to a spot in front of his feet, "Kneel here facing me."<br><br>It was time to show her what she had become. What she had agreed to and what he might chose for her. It was time to set aside the charming romance and enter the reality of their new relationship.<br><br>The light of the day to expose the brutal truth to her. There will be no doubts in her mind. None.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 21:18:49</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Moving towards him she knelt down, she looked up at him, her eyes starting to fill. She felt as if she was wrong about him, she thought that he was kind and caring but he was like every other man. <br><br>Biting her lip she looked up at him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I am sorry." She whispered looking up into his eyes, but there was no point. She pulled back away from him cowering slightly.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 22:22:31</strong>
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				"You moved away without permission," He told her his voice calm and quiet. "That simply will not do."<br><br>"You require some disciple. Stand at the post at the foot board and raise your arms out from your body even with your shoulders." he told her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 22:29:10</strong>
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				"I moved away?" She frowned not sure what he meant. Biting her lip she looked over at him. <br><br>Moving to where he said she held her hands out. Blushing she looked over at him. "Like this?" She whispered, she want him to be joking but she knew he wasn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:38:17</strong>
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				John stood when he was quiet satisfied that she stood as he had directed. He went to the right post and retrieved the slip knot. He placed it over her wrist and tugged the rope to pull her hand toward the top of the post of the bed.<br><br>He moved to the other post and did the same. He stepped back to see her fully. Her arms out from her body, her hands pointing towards the post. This time she faced toward him.<br><br>"This is where I shall discipline you. Unlike your present position you will not be allowed to wear clothes when I discipline you in the future.&nbsp; So when I tell you to stand to be disciplined you are to first&nbsp; slowly and complete undress before me. Wait for my permission then move to the post. Do you understand?" He asked her enjoying her fear and obedience.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 19:57:37</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at the bed looking at John; he had changed so quickly she was scared of what he might do to her. As he fastened her arms up she bit her lip she felt stretched out. Looking over at him she bit her lip.<br><br>He spoke to her she didn’t want him to discipline her but she knew that she had no choice. “I understand.” She whispered biting her lip blushing slightly, looking up into his eyes she started to worry if he really meant everything he had said before, maybe he did just see her as a whore.<br><br>“I’m sorry.” She whispered looking up at him. “I didn’t mean to anger you. I promise I won’t do it again.” Looking over at him she bit her lip. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 03:26:24</strong>
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				He came to her. His look hard. He was silent. He slowly gathered her dress skirts in his hands until he could see her pantaloons. Only then did he speak.<br><br>"Do not be sorry for what you said," He began quietly.<br><br>"You are not a whore, Grace," He said calmly. "You are my bitch". <br><br>"You are branded permanently with my crest. I own you." He explained. "We can never marry. But you will give me many children."<br><br>"As for your appearance in public. You are never to dress as a common woman, much less a whore." He told her. "There is one detail that will matter only to you and I so that you remember you are owned by me."<br><br>He took her pantaloons at her waist and pulled them off her body. They lay in a pile on the floor around her maid shoes that she wore.<br><br>"Under your skirts you are to wear nothing save for the days that plague woman and then only breech cloths and packed cotton material. So that I have complete access to you should I wish to use you for my pleasure at any time."<br><br>"Do you have any questions?" He asked not unkindly.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 03:42:40</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">He lifted her skirt up and spoke, she listened to him speak relieved that he didn’t consider her a whore, or expected her to dress as such. But as he said ‘we can never marry’ she felt her heart rip in two, tears pricked her eyes, and she barely heard the rest of the conversation.<br><br>She managed to listen to him as he pulled her pantaloons off speaking about what she should wear for when the curse was upon her. He asked if she had questions she looked at him. She wanted to ask if anything he had said last night was true; would they really go to India? Closing her eyes she shook her head looking away from him. “No, Sir.” She whispered as tears feel down her cheeks, the pain in her chest was almost unbearable.<br><br>She had to say something, even if it caused him to hate her, or strike out at her she had to know. “Do you still love me?” She whispered, “Or did you only love me when I was not bound to you for life?” She looked him in the eyes but her fire had gone out, her eyes were red and teary. In a few short minutes he had changed from the caring man she loved to this hard hearted man in front of her and she didn’t know why. “Why did you tell me we could get married if you knew that wouldn’t marry me?” She whispered, she had to ask, she needed to know for her own sanity.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 08:42:09</strong>
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				His hands to her left wrist to release her from the post. Then he moved to her right wrist when she told him she had no questions. He thought she had nothing to ask. Nothing to say then suddenly she breaks out in fretting.<br><br>He stepped to her and pressed her tight against his chest. He crushed her lips with is in a maddeningly long hard hungry kiss.&nbsp; Finally he moved from her lips.<br><br>"Grace, you do not trust me so you keep asking," He told her. "No matter how many ways I tell you it's hard for you to believe. You shall simply have to get use to the idea that my love for you will not change."<br><br>"Especially over a dress!" he growled. <br><br>He took a deep breath to keep a level tone. "Your life is upside down. You no longer know how to behave. You are not a maid nor are you a person of linage. The ancient term is slave bitch. Owned. In England I own your person. In England."<br><br>"You must learn the manners of your new position." He told her. <br><br>Arthur tapped from the other side of the door. "Sir John the surrey is waiting."<br><br>"Thank you Arthur, well be right there," He calls over his shoulder. <br><br>"Get your wrap my Dear Grace," He tells her releasing her from his arms slowly. "Our carriage awaits."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 23:13:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>As he unfastened her arms she looked at him tears still falling down her cheeks. He pulled her to him kissing her deeply. Looking up into his eyes she kissed him back deeply, he pulled away and spoke, she tried to understand what he was saying.<br><br>“How am I meant to behave with you?” She looked up at him. Running her fingers through her hair she looked over at him. “I’m sorry but you seem to change your mind, you changed your whole personality, I was worried that you were just acting before.” She wiped the tears from her eyes.<br><br>He pulled away from her, his voice seemed cold and angry. Looking over at him she bit her, picking up the wrap she noticed that there was a blue pair of shoes on the floor. She took her maid shoes off and pulled the blue ones on. “Just one second.” She whispered she pulled a brush through her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. Standing up she walked over to him. “John…I love you.” She whispered taking his hand softly. </em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 02:23:03</strong>
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				Her hand in his he pulled her to him. His kiss hungry and loving. It was very complicated. There was so much for her to know in such a short time. But he was taking her with him on a multi-purpose trip that strained in the most perfect long relationship so this was all a test.<br><br>He released her lips but not her hand. Giving it and squeeze of reassurance and her a warm hug.<br><br>"Come with me and see who I really am," He motioned around the room. "When I'm not here."<br><br>He buttoned his coat and his hat in the crook of his elbow and stepped with a slight limp out the room with Grace beside him.<br><br>Arthur held the downstairs door for them as they came down the stairs. The down stairs maid curtsied at them both as did Grace's mother.<br><br>He bent to Grace's ear, "If you wish to speak with your mother Grace then be sure to tell her you'll see her tomorrow and not worry."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 02:42:13</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Kissing him back deeply she pressed herself against him, she didn’t care about the trip, about anything else. She just wanted to hug him, and kiss him and make sure that they were never together. Looking into his eyes she would do anything to go back to how it was the night before, before she had been given to him, the way they were so casual together it was if they had been friends for years.<br><br>“Do I want to see who you really are?” She whispered looking up at him trying to make a joke. Biting her lip she looked up at him. Taking his arm she made sure he could rest against her if his leg was tired.<br><br>She looked at her mother wanting to speak to her, running her fingers through her hair. Hearing Arthur’s words she smiled at her mother. “Mother, I will speak to you tomorrow, I promise. Please don’t worry.” She whispered.<br><br>Her mother didn’t look at her she walked away from her shaking her head. Grace looked over at John wondering if saw that, her mother was ashamed of her, she tried hard not to show how she felt. She carried on walking outside, the door to the carriage was opened, sitting down she helped John up, tears started to fall down her cheek as she thought about her mother. <br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:01:37</strong>
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				Once inside the carriage he pulled her in his lap as he spoke to the driver, "Bury St. Edmonds, Mr. Thomas Harrington, Esquire's estate."<br><br>Then he sat back and cradled her against him as she cried. He held her and kissed her forehead. His hand held out his own handkerchief. <br><br>"Well explain it to her tomorrow, Grace," He whispered. "I'll be there also if you wish."<br><br>He held her as they road quietly. It was over caste and the promise of rain was in the air. He hoped to be at Thomas's by the time the worst of it hits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 19:47:29</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She curled into him, she felt confused, why had her mother just walked away? Looking up at him as tears fell down her cheeks. “What am I meant to do?” She whispered, look up at him. <br><br>Leaning her head onto his shoulder she wrapped her arm around him, trying to stop herself from crying. Breathing in deeps he started to calm down. “Who is this friend?” She whispered. “What is he like?” <br><br>Pulling her wrap around her shoulders closer she looked over at him its started to rain heavily shivering slightly she looked over at him. “Couldn’t we have stayed at home? I wish that we’d spent all day in bed.” She whispered.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 01:05:45</strong>
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				His hand stroking down her body as chattered. He heard fear and apprehension. He also heard another interest which happened to reflect his own currently. After all the ride would be over an hour. It was dreary and raining no one sensible would be about&nbsp; and they were inside a carriage. <br><br>His hand slipped under her dress. "Thomas?" He answered her as his hand stroked along her bare hip under her dress.<br><br>&nbsp;"He's a grand fellow. An esquire, he's done well for himself." John continued, his hand over her shaved mound, his fingers making a circular motion against her nub.<br><br>&nbsp;"He asked that I stop in should I be going to Cambridge." He said, as his fingers moved deeper and began to stroke into the folds of her hunger.<br><br>"So here we are, off to see Thomas in the carriage," He commented, as he cradled her against his chest. <br><br>"I hope you find the trip stimulating." he whispered in her ear and wore a wicked smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 03:35:56</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She felt his hand slipping under her dress, she blushed slightly. “John.” She whispered biting her lip slightly. “What are you going to do?” She whispered, looking up at him. <br><br>“Why the sudden trip to your friend’s house?” She looked up at him. Biting her lip she looked up at him, feeling his fingers moving over her clit teasing her pussy softly. “What’s in Cambridge?” She whispered, her hand stroking his cheek softly she kissed his lips softly.<br><br>Smiling she trailed her lips down to his neck softly, “I need you.” She whispered pressing herself against him, running her hand over his chest softly. “I love you John.” She smiled sighing softly as she looked up at him.<br><br>Hearing his last comment she giggled, “I get the feeling you have an idea of what is going to happen on the journey up there.” She smiled kissing his lips softly.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:26:25</strong>
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				There were several reasons for leaving now. The first was Grace herself. The second was Grace's mother. The third was his mother. The fourth was her attire or lack of any. The fifth was the company leaving and going to. There was also what they could do undisturbed for over an hour in a carriage on a dreary rainy day.<br><br>He wanted to tell her the reason they were going out but it completely slipped his mind.<br><br>"Uh huh," He told her coming up from another deep long passionate kiss. His fingers had figured out the intricate lacings as he kissed down her neck. His pushing her dress open as his mouth kissed over her raised nipple. <br><br>He brought her to straddle his hips as he suckled her other nipple in his mouth. His arm supporting her back. He released her breast as he smiled to her. <br><br>"Sit down slowly my love," He whispered hoarsely, "and take my full length. I'm ready and waiting ."<br><br>His hand cradling her head to bring her lips to his once again. His hips lifting up to impale her. "I love you!" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:51:51</strong>
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				She smiled kissing him back deeply, giggling she felt his fingers unlacing the back of her dress. His lips moving down her neck made her skin burn, she ached for him inside. Moaning softly as he took a nipple in his mouth she felt him position her over his lap. <br><br>The arm around her pulling her in close towards him, he was squashing himself in towards her breast. “You’re ready?” She whispered looking up into his eyes. Biting her lip she looked into his eyes as she started to sit down.<br><br>She felt his member start to push her lips apart, she kissed his lips deeply before he thrust deep inside her. Gasping slightly she was still a bit new, she felt pain ripple through her, “That hurt.” She whispered, she realised that she had dug her figners into his jacket. “I’m sorry.” She bit her lip, slowly running her hand through his hair. <br><br>“I love you too.” She smiled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 03:13:37</strong>
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				His hands on her hips slowly lifting her just enough. He lowered her so that he scraped along her inner wall. Grinding deep inside her as he kissed her passionately.<br><br>He pressed his body against hers. Holding her tight as he rocked his hips up giving her his full length with each excited thrust.<br><br>His eyes open as he kissed her. Wanting to see the burning desire in her eyes as he pleased her. He looked at the curves of her breasts and the way his crest danced on her nipples forcing them to swell. How her flesh had a glowed with his touch. How her lips pressed against his.<br><br>He almost lifts her off the seat he's driving up into her with such passion. He was slamming into her with long hard thrusts, steady pressure. Building her. Watching her as he gave her all that she could take.<br><br>"Oh Grace!!" and plunged deep inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 03:43:46</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Running her fingers through his hair she arched her back as he lifted her up and down feeling him deep inside her. “Oh fuck.” She whispered grinding down harder against him. Kissing him deeply she pushed her breasts against his chest and up towards his face.<br><br>Her hands running over his chest she giggled softly. “I love you.” She whispered, arching her back as she felt him pushing deep inside her. “Oh God John.” She whimpered pushing down harder and faster, the rocking of the carriage helping with the pleasure she was feeling. <br><br>&nbsp;Biting her lip she whimpered, “Fuck.” She whispered grinding down harder against him, “I can’t stand much more.” She whispered.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 04:08:43</strong>
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				"More, Grace," He whispered as she arched for him.<br><br>&nbsp;He shoved his full length in her until she was hitting his hilt. Thrusting harder and harder as they shared a hard deep kiss. She pulled off his lips gasping for breath only press her breasts forward.<br><br>His hand cupped her breast as he tugged on her nipple ring knowing it would tighten. His mouth suckled her other breast, chewing and nipping without leaving marks around her nipple ring.<br><br>He rose and she dropped as the carriage hit all the right rough road the driver could find. His sack coiled with the bloat of arousal and his shaft was already filling ready to fire into her. <br><br>He crushed her to his chest. His hand gripping her hip in a vice. He lunged into her wet welcoming heat. Gritting his teeth to keep from cuming before her.<br><br>"YEss!!!&nbsp; YESSSS!! I'm can't hold back!!! It's time!!!" He panted in a deep tone and pounded wildly into her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 04:26:37</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Arching her back she pushed back against him, feeling him deep inside her she felt him thrusting deep inside her. She gasped as she felt his lips and teeth pull on her nipple. “Oh John.” <br><br>Moaning harder she pushed back against him she felt him deep inside her, “I need you.” She whispered grinding down harder against him, feeling his hands grip her hips he pulled her down harder against him. “Oh God, I can’t stand much more.” She whimpered.<br><br>Closing her eyes she felt him telling her it was time, she bit her lip pushing down harder against him. “I’m cumming.” She whimpered her body shaking slightly as she felt him deep inside her tight wet cunt. “Oh God.” She moaned hard in pleasure as her pussy clamped down onto his massive cock, milking his cock for everything.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 05:10:53</strong>
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				He leaped into her and locked on to her breast as he howled with the hard eruption. He shot loaded deep inside her. His arms crushing her to him as he found her lips and pressed hard against her in that thundering explosion around his shaft. <br><br>He groaned into her mouth as her body milked and sucked his seed deep inside her. Slowly lifting into her as she started to slow. Her clamping walls quivering. His load ejected deep inside her. His cock jerked once or twice more with her random. Then and only then did he release her lips.<br><br>"I love you Grace," He whispered tenderly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 05:17:31</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Closing her eyes she felt him pull her towards him, his lips pressing against hers as she felt the waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Oh John.” She whimpered her hips shaking slightly, she could feel his cock shooting load after load into her sensitive quivering pussy.<br><br>She kissed him deeply, her teeth nibbling on his lip as she pressed her body against him tighter. “Hmmmm.” She moaned softly her hips shaking still as he realised her lips. She smiled as she heard his words. “I love you too John.” With him still inside her she placed her head on his shoulders kissing his neck softly. “I always have, and I always will.” She whispered. <br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 06:31:37</strong>
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				"This is why we left the house," He told her holding her close. He cradled her to his chest as they cooled down. His hand pulling his coat over and put it around her to keep her warm. <br><br>"Better?" He asked as they rode along. <br><br>He was impaling her as the road did it's worst to bounce them.<br><br>"I'll help you dress soon," He said softly and kissed her ear. "But not yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 00:24:38</strong>
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				She smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair softly. “I love you.” She cuddled into him. Feeling his coat round her she smiled kissing his cheek softly. “Ever thought about getting rid of the moustache?” She shivered slightly looking up at him. <br><br>Smiling she looked at him. “It’s much better.” She whispered kissing his cheek softly. “You’ll help me dress?” She whispered. “Are you sure you can do it?” She bit her lip slightly.<br><br>"I love you." She smiled kissing his lips softly cuddling into him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 02:50:05</strong>
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				Her hands thru his hair had a calming effect on him. How she lay against him as they talked felt so natural. He kissed her scarlet bangs and chuckled as she mentioned the mustache for the fourth time. <br><br>"As for dressing you I'm sure with your expect guidance I shant miss a tie," He assured her. His hand caressing her back as he held her.<br><br>"I think this will be a very educational visit for us both," He assured her. "Do you know I've never seen you as a woman out of your staff clothes. I'm anxious to see you in this dress and other ensembles."<br><br>He meant it. He was looking forward to showing her off. Thomas would be just the sort to help him bully this out. The man had lived in India for a long time and he was returning. A fact that John wanted to speak to him about. Perhaps they could purchase passes on the same vessel sailing out. <br><br>The rain pummeling the top of the carriage got his attention. He looked outside briefly. Not to see if it was raining but rather to see if there was a sign it would stop.&nbsp; The deep charcoal of the boiling clouds gave him an instant answer and he turned his attention back to Grace where it belonged.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 03:39:34</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She giggled as he kissed her bangs. “I only ask because it tickles.” She giggled pouting at him slightly. “I won’t mention it again.” She whispered, her hand stroking his cheek softly. “I love you.” <br><br>She smiled “I can probably lace it up myself; you don’t need to bother doing something menial like that.” She whispered, cuddling into him she ran her fingers through his hair. <br><br>Biting her lip she smiled, “I’ve never worn a dress like this before. All my dresses are black, grey, or brown.” She whispered. “I’m half scared that I’ll ruin it.” She blushed looking up into his eyes as she cuddled into him.<br><br>She smiled as she cuddled into him, she started to close her eyes, breathing softly on his neck. “I love you, John” She whispered, she felt him move slightly to look out of the window, she smiled. “Are you alright?” she whispered kissing his neck softly as slowly started to fall asleep.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:44:33</strong>
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				"Shhhh... yes fine," He said leaning back in the seat. Still buried deep inside her. His hand on her back massaging the tight muscles. <br><br>There was no reason to wake her. She slept better on his chest than in another room somewhere in the house. This was where she belonged.<br><br>He felt the carriage stop. The driver stepped down. A light tap on the door to announce that they had arrived.<br><br>He didn't disturb her. She was sleeping too soundly. The carriage door opened and Thomas gave him a surprised looked momentarily.<br><br>Then he broke into a broad grin as he whispered.&nbsp; "Come I have a guest room." <br><br>John held her to his chest and slide out the door with her. He held her tight as they walked into the cottage and up the stairs chatting to catch up on events.<br><br>Thomas opened the door and pulled back the sheets while John brought Grace in the bedroom. He eased out of her and lay her carefully in the bed. It was his hand that covered her with the sheet and quilt all under the watchful eyes of Thomas.<br><br>Her brand visible. There was no question of her status. Thomas turned and his woman had her dress in her hands. He motioned for her to place it in the chair.<br><br>Thomas bent to the woman's ear to whisper, "Miaha, bring the lady a robe and wait to serve her when she wakes."<br><br>With that Thomas beckoned John to the door. They stepped out of the room as Miaha returned with a robe and towels and wash cloths.<br><br>"My study, you have much to tell me, my dear friend!" Thomas said as he closed the door to the guest room while Miaha settled in a over stuffed chair near the bed..<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 05:06:33</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Grace woke hours later, she didn’t open her eyes but she knew she was awake, feeling under the covers for John she wondered if it had just been a dream and nothing more. That was until she really felt the sheet she was lying in, they were thick and soft, yawning slightly she looked around the room wasn’t hers. She had never seen this place before in her life. <br><br>Biting her lip she sat up slowly the sheets to her neck, frowning she wondered where she was. There was a woman sat on a chair she had been reading a book. “Where am I?” She whispered.<br><br>“You’re in bed, Sir John put you in there, and you seemed to fall asleep on the ride over.” The woman spoke quietly as she stood up offering Grace a robe. Getting out of bed she pulled the robe on. “Is John in the house?” she whispered.<br><br>The woman nodded, and started to wash Grace, she blushed heavily but the woman didn’t seem to be embarrassed, once she was satisfied that Grace was clean she helped her into the dress before fastening her hair up pinning it back until it was all in a French twist. <br><br>“Follow me.” The woman said leading her downstairs to a large door, she knocked on it slowly before she opened it. The woman walked in but didn’t say anything, Grace followed, she smiled as she saw John, she was relieved that he was still in the house and hadn’t left.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 06:59:53</strong>
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				<br>John turned as the door opened. One hand a shot glass of scotch. The other a cigar. Thomas had a pipe. They both stood as the women entered the room. John place the cigar and glass on the table in their proper resting places his arms out and he smiled.<br><br>"Sleep well?" John asked with a caring look. <br><br>Miaha came to Thomas. He bent and kissed her tenderly before releasing her from his hug. <br><br>Thomas motioned to the stool beside John's chair, "Please sit." <br><br>Miaha sat at the stood beside the other overstuffed chair. <br><br>John offered his arm. It was for Grace to take her to the stool. A place she could ask questions and receive answer. John had ask many of his already. It was Grace's turn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 22:23:19</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled seeing John, she looked over at the other man and smiled politely but she only had eyes for John. “I did, very well. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise how tired I was.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>Taking his arm she moved over to the stool sitting down, her hand on his arm. Biting her lip she looked up at John. She didn’t know what to say, “How long was I asleep?” She whispered softly looking up at him. <br><br>She looked over at Thomas she wondered what the relationship between the man and the woman.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 04:37:40</strong>
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				"A few hours, dinner will be ready soon, and Thomas has invited us to stay for a forte night. I've accepted." John smiled as he told her. <br><br>"I see you've met Miaha," John said by way of introducing the subject for public discussion.<br><br>"I was just telling your Sir John, about my estate in India. I've invited him." Thomas said candidly. <br><br>"Miaha would love the company I'm sure." Thomas gave the woman a loving smile.<br><br>"I would Sir, if it pleases you, " She smiled genuinely. Then turned to Grace and spoke to her. "The language and customs are delivered differently and it would be wonderful to have a woman of my station with which to share some tea and a conversation." <br><br>"I would like that very much, sir," Miaha said looking up to Thomas.<br><br>John watched Grace's reaction, "Any questions for Thomas, I mean Major Retired Harrington or Miaha?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 02:20:29</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Grace was half asleep; the topic seemed to pass over her head, “India?” She smiled slightly looking over at John; she wanted to be alone with him. She didn’t know what was going on between Miaha and Thomas she didn’t want to ask but she got the feeling that it was the same relationship as John and her. <br><br>She smiled looking over at Miaha, but she wondered; did John want her to act like Miaha? She wondered if she could act like her, she had been a servant for years and now she was excepted to&nbsp; act like it some more…but he happy about it. John had never seen her when she wasn’t a servant. She couldn’t be bland and boring she was going to be interesting, even if it meant she was going to be punished daily.<br><br>“No, no questions.” She smiled looking over at John, “I promise.” She whispered hoping that he realised what she was saying.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 03:28:39</strong>
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				The room fell silent. Stunningly silent for a few moments. John had brought Grace here to learn and ask questions about what was expected of her. Given her every opportunity to asked without penalty of mistakes. Allow her the chance to open up with him and be herself. <br><br>She didn’t even ask about India!&nbsp; Nothing. He was stunningly disappointed and could do nothing about it. Where ever her head was it was not on why he brought her here.<br><br>John’s face was a perfect blank but for a first quirk of surprise.<br><br>That left Sir Thomas as host to fill in the silence. There was a light tap at the parlor door. Thomas smiled and rose, “Dinner is ready. Shall we retreat to the dining room to eat?” <br><br>It really wasn’t a question it was just polite.<br><br>John took it for that and stood. His elbow offered to Grace, “Yes,” He smiled bravely, “Shall we?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 03:49:09</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Seeing the look of disappointment on his face she realised that she had said the wrong thing again, she seemed to have the habit of doing that recently. Thomas stood up announcing dinner, looked over at John he gave her his elbow. <br><br>She stood up leaning close to him, “I’m sorry, I’m still half asleep, my head is reeling…it’s a poor excuse but its true. It’s just hard to take in everything at the moment.” She looked up at him pleading with him to understand. <br><br>She contemplated saying she wasn’t hungry but she was, “I am sorry, I will apologise to our host.” She looked up at him taking his arm. “I am sorry.” She bit her lip.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 05:45:55</strong>
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				He patted her hand and smiled gently," Its alright Grace. It's not necessary. Tonight and tomorrow will be filled with learning what might be useful to you in the future."<br><br>He walked with her to the dining room.&nbsp; Thomas and Miaha lead the way. It was a long formal table. The head of the table and three other places. One place on the right next to the head of the table. On the left on chair empty then two plates&nbsp; side by side. <br><br>Thomas placed Miaha at the open plate on the left side. The empty place setting and chair a silent barrier.<br><br>Smiling Thomas motioned for John. He brought Grace to the chair beside Miaha and pulled it back for her to sit.<br><br>"Here Grace," He offered. It was a night of learning. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 00:31:31</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled softly, “Thank you, you’re really kind.” She whispered looking over at him, stroking his arm softly she bit her lip.<br><br>He led her into the dinner table she watched him as he pulled the chair out for her. “Thank you.” She smiled sitting down, looking over at him she smiled softly at Miaha and Thomas. “If I may apologise for the lack of questions a few minutes ago, I’m still a bit fatigued from the journey.”<br><br>She bit her lip looking over at John wondering if she had said the right things. Biting her lip she looked over at him. “You have a lovely home, Sir.” She blushed hoping that she wasn’t embarrassing John.<br><br>Looking over at Miaha she smiled, “I want to thank you, for helping me earlier.”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 04:09:31</strong>
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				Miaha wore a worried look on her face as she sat quietly. Her eyes cutting to Thomas suddenly then back to her plate. <br><br>Thomas turned to John. "Did you not tell Grace it was not necessary to apologize and yet she defied you.&nbsp; She's a bit head strong. That will be something you must change and quickly before it gets out of hand."<br><br>John cleared his throat, "What do you suggest Thomas?"<br><br>"She disobeyed you, some form of punishment seems appropriate," Thomas replied. "It would not be fair to punish her for talking before she was spoken to, she seems unaware of the rules yet."<br><br>"I see," John said and stood.<br><br>"Grace come around the table by way of the empty chairs to stand here beside me." John said moving out two chairs from the table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 04:24:19</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Grace listened to what Thomas was saying, but she didn’t understand what she had done wrong. She was told to always apologise even if you had done nothing wrong, and now it seemed as if she was trouble for it. Biting her lip she looked over at John her eyes full of confusion. <br><br>She heard Thomas saying she needed to be punished she bit her lip hoping that he was joking, John would never hurt her would he? John spoke to her she heard the same tone of voice she had earlier when he had told her to undress in his room. <br><br>Slowly she stood up making her way over to him how he had directed her, looking into his eyes she felt a wave of fear run over her. She was starting to think she had made the wrong choice…maybe she should have taken the lashes or married Arthur. <br><br>Reaching beside him she looked at the floor trying to blink back the tears, suddenly anger flared up inside her, no…she had done nothing wrong. Why was she about to be punished for apologising, especially when she had meant it? She thought she was being polite. Her stance changed, her hands dropped from in front of her to her side, itching to be on her hips as she stood back on one foot. Looking towards John she felt angry towards him, she had given up everything for him and this was how he was repaying her?<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 05:24:38</strong>
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				John saw the back step. The look of anger in her eyes even as she stare a hole in the floor. He darkened. He was simply going to explain things to her but instead she not only disobeyed him but was now angry as he tried to teach her what she had gotten herself into.<br><br>His hand came back to his shoulder and he struck out with a snap of his elbow. The back of his hand on a direct line towards her cheek. <br><br>Enough to turn her head. Enough to smart like hell. Enough to give her a nice red mark on her cheek but not break the skin. He was very careful about that. <br><br>He did not want to break the skin on her face. He was going to whip her until he got her attention breaking skin, bleeding or not. <br><br>But first he had to wait until she was paying attention again.<br><br>"How dare you shame me before a friend. How dare you." He said so calmly if it was water there would be shark fins skimming just below the surface.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 23:33:17</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Wincing she rubbed her cheek, her face red, her eye already watering. Her whole demeanour changed back to how it was, she looked away from him. She had never been struck before and now she had by the man she loved. <br><br>Hearing his words she could hear the venom under the surface, she didn’t move, she realised she had done wrong she didn’t mean to. She was so confused, looking over at him she rubbed her cheek, he had caught her cheek her eye was already darkening. <br><br>“I’m sorry.” She whispered, not sure what else she should say.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 00:01:48</strong>
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				"Be still and do exactly as I tell you," John said in that quiet calm tone.<br><br>He stepped behind her. His hands going to the ties of her dress. Working the lacings until the dress was loose again as it had been in the carriage. He pushed it off her shoulders and down her back. The dress flowing in a rush of fabric to the floor.<br><br>His voice against her neck at her ear, "Bend over the table, face down&nbsp; and stretch your arms out across the table as thought you were reaching to the other side."<br><br>Thomas Harrington was already on the move from his place at the head of the table. His hand briefly on Miaha shoulder and gave it a gently squeeze. <br><br>Miaha never look up from her hands. She never moved as Sir Thomas came around her waiting on the other side of the table for Grace's wrists.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 03:25:53</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She stood still looking over at him her eye slowly closing, his slap was harder then he thought, her cheek was puffy and swollen. He moved behind her unfastening her dress, pushing it down off her shoulders. She resisted the urge to look over at him, biting her lip she looked over at Thomas and Miaha, she wondered why she as staring at her hands.<br><br>Hearing his command she did as he said stretching out over the table, she felt him John still behind her. Her body shaking slightly she felt Thomas grabbing her wrists keeping her body tight against the table. Blushing she closed her good eye waiting for the inevitable pain that she realised she was going to get.<br><br>All she wanted was to apologise to him but that seemed to be the wrong thing to do, since every time she apologised she got shouted at or hit. Blushing she felt her entire body flushing red.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 06:30:11</strong>
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				"Six," John said reaching for his belt. <br><br>Thomas tightened his grip on her hands as John moved back for room to swing and strike across both ass cheeks. It was going to hurt on top of what she had. It would change their relationship. So much for the honeymoon he thought. So much for love.<br><br>His hand swung out bringing the belt down across her ass. He meant it to sting. He hoped it did. She had five more before Thomas would let her stand again. Stand and face John again. So that she could receive directions from her master.<br><br>"You will have a clear understand of your place once Sir John has disciplined you," Thomas reassured her. "Don't forget to thank him for spanking you once you stand before him again." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 19:59:22</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She closed her eyes as she waited for the first stroke, biting her lip she felt the first strike on her arse, she whimpered but didn’t move. Tears fell down her cheeks as he carried on.<br><br>She head what Sir Thomas had said, she nodded slightly, what was she meant to say, or do? Feeling him hitting her arse again she shivered slightly, Thomas grabbed her hands harder but she didn’t pull away she took everything he gave to her, she didn’t scream of shout she barely cried out.<br><br>Looking over her shoulder she took a peak at John, she wasn’t sure if he was enjoying this not. With the third strike she almost cried out, but she bit her lip stopping herself, her arse was going to be red raw now.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 00:03:36</strong>
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				John hated this. He hated being forced to discipline Grace in public. He just wanted to love her.&nbsp; With the advent of his mother's interference he did not have a chance to teach her what she needed to know. He though his father or Arthur had told her before they brought her to him.<br><br>Apparently not. It was up to him and frankly he had only the smallest brush with the idea. It was Thomas Harrington who owned Miaha who had experience in such matters and he would simply trust that this was for the best.<br><br>Her ass cheeks were rudy cherries when he reached six.&nbsp; He wanted to rush to her and apologize but the look on Thomas's face told him that would not be helpful.<br><br>"Six and done," John said as he put the belt thru it's loops.<br><br>Thomas gave Grace a nod and released her hands. He moved quietly to his place at the head of the table without once looking at Miaha.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 00:56:19</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She bit her lip pain seared through her cheeks, he caught the brand, it was just healing and now it was redder and angrier then before. She knew that if she moved it might start bleeding, but she had no choice. He finished quickly at the 6th strike, Thomas let go of her hand. <br><br>Standing up slowly she turned to look at John. “Thank you Sir.” She whispered, it was loud enough for them all to hear her. Biting her lip she looked over at him through her good eye. Her cheek was red, her eye was darkening, he didn’t know that she bruised really easily.<br><br>She stood there shaking slightly, she had no idea that he was going to do this, when she agreed to be with him she knew that there would be bad times…but she didn’t expect to be beaten for apologising. She looked away from him, she felt scared and confused…what was he going to do next.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:13:04</strong>
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				He felt so bad for her. But it could have been worse. There was no way she could sit. No way she could wear the dress with it rustling against her injuries. <br><br>"Take your place by Miaha," John said quietly. "Stand if you cannot tolerate sitting. You must ask question Grace so punishment for blunders will stop."<br><br>"Absolutely," Thomas agreed. "No one wants this for you. But you forget your place as John's servant." <br><br>Thomas sighed, "Perhaps it would help if you thought of yourself as John's slave bitch until you fully understand the way you will be treated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:33:27</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Looking at him for a second she wiped the tears from her cheeks, she looked back at the floor. She moved towards Miaha standing beside her she couldn’t sit down because of the pain.<br><br>She kept her eyes on the table, hearing Thomas’ words she could feel her heart break, maybe she had accepted going with John. Looking over at him she wished that it was just the two of them, that they could be alone, instead it seemed she was here to be trained into a mindless slave, maybe she’d get told to fail at chess to make him feel better.<br><br>She had to wonder what kind of relationship she was going to have with him if she had to say yes to him and agree all the time. Maybe it would be easier if she could switch her brain off, if he wanted someone who didn’t think or feel then…that’s what he was going to get.<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 05:03:58</strong>
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				John also stood. His leg ached, his heart ached and he didn't know what to do.<br><br>Thomas looked from one to the other. He smiled gently at Miaha before speaking.<br><br>"Has it been so long Miaha?" Thomas asked.<br><br>She came to life. The tension for Thomas was over and she looked over at him thoughtfully. "They are young My Dear Sir," She said. <br><br>"Five years ago you stripped me before your father and marked me for a week," Miaha said. " I only had the pain of the strikes to contend with but you were miserable for a month.&nbsp; I was so young. I was impossible."<br><br>Her hand went to Grace's and she gave the girl a gentle squeeze of encouragement.<br><br>"I think she does not know private from public, My Dear Sir," Miaha said affectionately.<br><br>Thomas nodded, "It seems so." <br><br>He turned to John, "It is a heavy responsibility to have someone in your care. She is tiny and you might consider a thinner belt or a lighter cane to strike her with. Her skin is not used to rough treatment."<br><br>"We have so Epson salts and comfrey so that she might be comfortable tonight. Miaha will apply more in the morning if you would allow the women to work together tomorrow while we see to business. Think on it and let me know in as late as tomorrow morning."<br><br>Thomas turned his attention to Grace, "However you've gotten to this point you are now here. Your arse has been marked by your Master's hand for speaking out of turn. What do you wish to ask first?" <br><br>The appetizer was light. The kitchen knew instinctively tonight was a night of business.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 05:20:07</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She heard what they were saying, but she didn’t take them in, her gazed was fixed on the table, she was too frightened to move or if she could have stopped breathing she would have if it meant that she would get not attention from either man. Her hand moved to the collar for a second, it would never be removed, she was his for life…she knew that she shouldn’t be thinking about how long that might be but the thought crossed her mind.<br><br>Tears fell freely down her cheeks, she made attempt to wipe them away, feeling the other woman squeeze her hand she resisted the urge to pull away knowing it would be more trouble. Her thoughts went back to her mother, she could hear her speaking now, how she had ruined her life, and that she expected more from her.<br><br>Hearing the other man’s questions she started to shake, she didn’t know what to ask, what was appropriate, she didn’t want to say nothing again in case she got another beating, she was confused and very, very frightened. “I…I…” She looked at John pleading with her eyes to put her out of her misery, to come back to her and be the man she had love for years. <br><br>It all got too much for her, the fear, the confusion, and the pain seemed to sweep her up in one moment and unleash everything upon her. She collapsed to the floor blacking out just as the appetizer was being served. <br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 06:25:32</strong>
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				"I suppose we shall forego dessert, shall we?" Thomas said with raised eye brows.<br><br>John carried unconscious Grace to the bath. With Miaha's and Thomas' help he cared for her open wounds, dried her and placed her in his bed. He carefully salved her injuries. There was not much more to be done but bid everyone good night. <br><br>He slipped into bed beside her as she lay on her belly. His ears peeled for any sound. He drifted off to sleep dreading the morning. They had a lot of work to do to repair their relationship and get back on the right foot. <br><br>What ever that should look like. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 20:55:29</strong>
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				She woke up in the middle of the night, the room was dark, looking over her shoulder she saw John. Frowning she looked over at him, she didn’t know who he was, he wasn’t her John anymore, he was someone cruel and callous.<br><br>Turning away from him she tried hard not to move as she sobbed quietly, falling asleep again. Her backside was killing her, and her face wasn’t much better. Biting her lip she looked over at him. <br><br>She woke up in the morning, she didn’t want to look over at him, she was scared to face but she knew she had to. Turning round she lay her head on the pillow looking over at him. “John?” She whispered. “Are you awake?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 21:46:34</strong>
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				He had heard her move in the night. Heard her crying. He felt evil and angry at her for making him do this. For choosing this for them. He promised to take her away where they could be together as they wished to be. India. He would take her there and she could be his common wife. He could even retire there. <br><br>Somehow he managed to fall back to sleep. Drifting off without knowing it. He didn't know how long he slept.&nbsp; It wasn't a very deep sleep. She called his name and he immediately opened his eyes.<br><br>"Yes Grace, "He said&nbsp; and moved towards her. His hand brushing gently along her back, "I'm awake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 22:21:30</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Biting her lip she looked over at him, she heard that he was awake. Feeling his hand moving over her back she wanted to pull back, she was scared she didn’t know what he was thinking, or what he was going to do.<br><br>She wanted to speak to him but she was worried, she didn’t know what to say to him. “I guess we should start by you telling me the rules.” Running her fingers through her hair. “So I don’t mess up again.” She whispered as a tear fell down her cheek. <br><br>The cheek he slapped really hurt, her eye was black. “I’ll remember not to apologise next time.” She whispered, she didn’t mean to sound flippant she just wanted to tell him that she had learnt that. <br><br>Looking over at him she wanted her John back, the kind and caring John she had known as a child. The one who use to play in the woods with her, who would let her win at chess, her John. Not this John who was being swayed by his mother and now Thomas. Looking over at him she bit her lip. “How is your leg feeling today?”<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 00:32:37</strong>
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				The rules. Finally she was ready to listen. Finally she was once again his Grace. Maybe they could put this relationship into perspective. She was reaching out and he wanted to let her in again. He wanted her to love him again if she ever could.<br><br>"The rules," He said quietly. His hand stroking her back, rubbing her gently. "Do what I asked. Don't make me tell you. If I ask you to apologize do it. If I ask you not to bother that is what I mean. I have my reasons you can ask me when we are alone and free to talk. Just do what I ask. Especially in front of the peerage."<br><br>He took a deep breath. "My leg hurts like bloody hell. I have salve for your wounds. I struck you too hard and for that I am deeply sorry. It won't happen again."<br><br>"I shan't expect you to forgive me. I shan't expect you to love me. I expect you to do what I ask you and hope that one day you see I meant it to keep you safe and from experiencing any embarrassment both mine and yours."<br><br>"You've served tea and made beds for the peerage. I am one of the peerage. Trust my judgment even when you disagree violently. Remain silent and accepting and I promise, you will be permitted to have a hell fit when we are alone." <br><br>"I hope that helped a little," He said and turned to the bedside to reach for the salve. She must be on fire by now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 00:59:21</strong>
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				She looked over to him listening to the rules, they seemed backwards to her. “I find it hard to believe that you beat me because I apologised, I have taken beatings for not apologising but never for apologising.” She managed to point out the absurdity in his rule. “If you had beaten me for a reason that I could have understood and I agreed to, then I wouldn’t feel the way I do, but…” She paused trying to find the right words. “I feel as if my John…the John I love has disappeared behind appearance and situation, the John that I love would have never done that last night…but then again maybe I don’t know you.”<br><br>She looked at him as he reached for the salve, “When Arthur told me to strip, I was willing to take those lashes for you, despite doing nothing wrong. I even accepted your father branding me and placing the crest on my breast, I accepted all of that without complaint, because I believed that I was going to be with you, that we could be alone together laughing and enjoying each others company.” She paused again…trying to think of what she was trying to say.<br><br>“I know that you are of the peerage and you expect more, but I got given the choice to be your slave and I did willingly. I never expected you to treat me like one, considering I gave up everything for you, so that I didn’t tarnish you and your family reputation, and the fact that I saved you’re your leg. If I hadn’t sewn it up when I did you’d have gangrene in it by now.” She looked away from him. “Don’t make me regret what I did…because if I do regret it… I will find a way out one way or another.” <br><br>She looked back at him; she took the salve off him and slowly sat up. She winced as her raw cheeks hit the fabric of the bed, luckily she was no bleeding. Her eye was sore but didn’t say anything to it. She had said her peace; if he wanted to beat her for it then it was his decision she wasn’t going to take it back. <br><br>She pulled back the covers but she wasn’t going after her wound. Opening the salve there was just enough for one application, sighing she rubbed it on his leg over the stitches. “Another day or two and they will be ready to take out.”<br><br>"Bare in mind..." She spoke softly as she rubbed his leg working the salve in. "The Grace that worked for your mother, the one you knew, and the real Grace, are two different people. I wonder if you can guess which one I hated being."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:17:33</strong>
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				"For your information. There was nothing to apologize for, however, I had already apologized to Thomas. And you went right on as if what I said did not matter. As if in your infinite wisdom you knew better." <br><br>"And then you compounded the blunder by going on and on about it. You just couldn't let it go, you had to have the final word with everyone there listening. It wasn't about the apology that you did not owe in the first place. It was about my honor, how you made me look so stupid and insignificant." He stopped before he said too much.<br><br>He watched her hand from the salve to his leg and wondered what she was doing. <br><br>He grabbed her wrist but it was too late, "Bloody hell woman!!&nbsp; Have you no sense?&nbsp; It's your round melon rump that's on fire. You'd lose more than your leg should that bright cheery carriage become infected."<br><br>"Will you stop!!" He growled. "Just stop!&nbsp; I don't know who you are any more! You've gone and done this marvelously stupid thing that has left us both reeling in pain and now it's all my fault?"<br><br>"Did you tell me what you were thinking? Did you consult me? Do you think for a moment I would have been there with the whip and the brand cheering the old boy and the Butler on?"<br><br>"Is that who you think I am?" <br><br>He threw the covers against her as he stumbled out of bed. His feet shoved in his trousers before he did something he'd regret later. He stood at the side of the bed pulling off his night shirt and reaching for his shirt on the back of the chair.<br><br>"I'm going down stairs for some tea. I shall send something up and see about some salve for your bright red ass!!" He opened the door and turned back to her. <br><br>"If you plan on abandoning the ruddy mess of a man you've made at least be sensible about it and take the cash in my wallet and the bag at the foot of the bed." With that he stepped out of the room shutting the door solidly behind him.<br><br>He was tight jawed and limping as he descended the stairs. He met Thomas at the bottom.<br><br>Thomas wore a bright smile, "Good morning, slept well I hope?"<br><br>"Lovely," John said.<br><br>Thomas quirked a brow. "Tea." and motioned toward the double doors opening outside. "Being served in the garden shortly. After you!" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:45:05</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She listened to him and realised that she had gone and done the wrong thing again, why couldn’t she just shut her mouth. This was why she was usually in trouble, she never knew when to shut up. He grabbed her wrist but it was too late, she was trying to help him, to stop his leg from being painful, she could endure her arse burning but she couldn’t stand to see him in pain.<br><br>“I’m sorry, I was just…” He seemed not to hear her words as he jumped out of bed, he looked as if she had placed a snake between the sheets. “John…wait.” She knelt up on the bed, looking at him. <br><br>“I thought…” He didn’t seem to want to hear what she had to say. She had been stupid again. He got dressed quickly. “Please don’t…” He told her that he was a mess now and that if she was going to leave then to take the money and go, before shutting the door behind him.<br><br>She collapsed onto the bed curling into a ball, being angry hadn’t worked, being direct hadn’t work, how could speak to him if he was going to fly off the handle every few minutes. She quickly got up, ignoring the pain in her arse she knew that she would have a bruise and nothing more. <br><br>She made the bed quickly before getting dressed. She only had one dress with her so she would have to put on the one she wore last night. Sitting at the dressing table she used what little make up she owned to cover her black eye. It seemed as if there nothing wrong with her. <br><br>Heading to the window she saw the two men drinking tea, she desperately wanted to go down and apologise but that would show him up in font of Thomas…she didn’t want to think about what punishment the two men were thinking up…not that she didn’t deserve it. She had been an idiot. <br><br>Opening the draw to the desk she found some stationary and writing equipment. Setting it up she quickly wrote a letter to John, perhaps if he wouldn’t speak to her he might read her words. <br><br>Dearest John,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I have been a fool, again, I know you didn’t ask me to do this…frankly I had no idea what I was doing, I just knew that I wanted to be with you and this seemed the only option where your parents wouldn’t object. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wish I apologise for my behaviour, again, and I will take whatever punishment you see fit to bestow upon me. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I used the salve on your leg because; I would rather spend my life in pain then see you suffer. You mean everything to me, and I will try to be worthy of your attention and affection, if you wish to regarded in such a manor. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yours Lovingly,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grace. <br><br>She looked over the words, reading them over and over, she did love him, but she was impulsive and she would speak before she would think. She placed the letter in an envelope writing John on the front before starting on another letter to her mother. <br><br>She tried to explain why she had done what she did, she put in that she was happier then she could ever imagine and that John was being a perfect gentleman. She hoped that she could see her soon but she had no idea what plans he might have; she told her that she loved her and that she would see her soon. Finishing the letter she addressed it hoping that John might post it for her…but that didn’t seem likely…but she would keep it just in case. <br><br>Looking out of the window again she caught his eye for a second, she tried to smile but his face was sullen. Moving round the room she tried to straight it out to keep herself busy.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:32:48</strong>
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				"Frankly John, she's a horrible bonded servant, I'd do something about it quickly were I you old man," Thomas said and took another sip of tea. He had glanced up at the window but said nothing.<br><br>John had glanced up also. She was there looking at him while he was thinking. <br><br>He turned back to Thomas, "Would you meet me at the Dunsberry Cemetery in an hour?"<br><br>"Of course and I'll bring a shovel," Thomas said.<br><br>"Thank you, please do," John replied and took the tray of tea and muffins from the maid. "I'll take that thank you!"<br><br>Sir Captain John Edward Bradford had made up his mind. She would never embarrass him as she did last night ever again. He would see to it. And soon.<br><br>He stopped to speak with the butler before he went upstairs. "Could you have the carriage come round and let me know when it's ready. I'll need to go to Dunsberry Cemetery as soon as possible."<br><br>He charged up stairs and rapped at the door to their room, "Grace! Open please."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:41:34</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Hearing the rapping at the door and John calling her name out she opened it. “Oh John, I’m so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “I never meant to say those things.” She held him tight for a few seconds before pulling back from him. <br><br>Rushing to the dresser she handed him the letter she wrote. “Here, I wrote this because; well I seem to say all the wrong things at the wrong time. Please read it.” She looked at him, as she took his hand squeezing it slightly.<br><br>She waited letting him read the letter. “Can we start over? It’s not too late is it?” She looked at him, she meant it. <br>&nbsp;<br></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:54:25</strong>
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				The door swept open and she rushed to him. He barely had enough time to put the tray on the bureau as she wrapped her in his arms around his neck. He held her as she talked. <br><br>He took the letter and opened it carefully. He began to read it quickly as she spoke. Folding the letter neatly and placing it back into the envelop he placed it on the tray with the tea.<br><br>HE stepped to her his arms around her as he spoke, "No love we cannot start over. You are a dismal failure as a slave and I'm a hideous master. This arrangement won't work for us. We're not those kinds of people."<br><br>There was a knock at the door. "Sir the carriage as you requested."<br><br>"Ah thank you we'll be right down," He said then turned his attention to Grace. "I know this is a rush but it's for the best. Come with me. Come now. We're going for a carriage ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:00:39</strong>
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				She looked at him as he said no to her, she bit her lip, wrapping her arms around him she didn't want to let go. "We could be, I'll try harder I promise. You're all I've wanted for as long as I can remember, please don't give up on us. We can make it work." She looked at him wiping the tears from her eyes, and with it the make up. <br><br>"I'm guessing we're not going to India." She whispered as she heard about the carriage ride. "But...if you don't want me to be your servant anymore...you need to take the collar off me? How are you going to do that?" She frowned. <br><br>"One more try please that's all I ask, I wont speak out of turn I'll do whatever you ask please." She whispered, she looked into his eyes her hands holding his tightly as if he was her life raft. "Please John."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:23:24</strong>
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				"Just come with me Grace," He said quietly as he held her. "Trust me."<br><br>He held her against him as he opened the door. As he led her down the stairs he was thinking that maybe she was right. He didn't have to do this. It was so drastic. <br><br>But this was Grace. The Grace that spoke her own mind. This was the Grace that made her own decisions. This was the Grace that bedeviled him at every turn. This had to end or he would go mad.<br><br>No one would say anything. No one would care. Not about a slave. Not about property. And she was already registered in the book of peerage. How convenient was that. It would only take a carriage ride to finish this.<br><br>A decent dig of the shovel and with all the other lumps in the ground there no one would notice an extra one.<br><br>"Mind your step Love," He warned and helped her inside then followed. He sat with her in his arms. She must be very worried. She should be. It would be her last ride as Grace Madsen. Her very last ride.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:38:26</strong>
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				She looked at him, she nodded slightly. “I do trust you.” She whispered, she pulled him into a hug. She followed him downstairs and outside into the carriage.<br><br>She smiled took his hand, as he helped her onto the carriage, sitting down she pulled out a letter. “Could you post that for me?” She whispered looking up at him as he sat down next her. <br><br>The carriage started moving, she felt his arms moved around her, “Where are we going?” She whispered, she curled into him her head on his shoulder. “I love you John.” She closed her eyes her arm resting over his shoulder softly.<br><br>Looking up at him she smiled softly, “I am sorry I’ve been so horrible to you.” She ran her fingers through his hair softly. “How is your leg feeling now?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:51:32</strong>
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				He took her letter and slipped it in his jacket pocket. "I shall see to it shortly." He promised.<br><br>He held her. He was almost losing his will to go thru with this but he knew it was the only way. Swallowing became impossible when she told him she loved him. How could she even believe for a moment he had any feeling for her was beyond him.&nbsp; But that had always been Grace he knew. <br><br>He smiled and kissed her forehead tenderly as she apologized, "You've been yourself. Something I did not take into account. You were right you know. I did see you as that maid. And, there were some moments when I did enjoy seeing you in bondage as I took you." <br><br>He didn't finish the carriage stopped.<br><br>"Ah we're here," He said and stepped out first.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned and offered both hands. "Come Grace! Come to me quickly."<br><br>The last thing he wanted was to be seen. Even if it was still foggy outside. Famously English weather and he was very glad for it considering his intentions. <br><br>"We must go inside the chapel."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:03:00</strong>
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				She smiled as he held her close and kissed her forehead, she felt as if her John was back, instead of the angry confusing John who seemed to change personality as soon as she looked at him. “I missed you.” She whispered but she wasn’t sure he heard her as he spoke. <br><br>The carriage stopped before she had time to question what he was saying. She kept the smiled on her face as she took his hand wondering what the urgency was. “Where…?” She started but she could barely see through the fog.<br><br>Getting out she took his hand, as he led her somewhere she noticed a gravestone, she frowned. He said they needed to get into the chapel, she couldn’t help but frown. “Why are we at a chapel?” she whispered, “Is it Sunday?” She asked as she couldn’t remember days seemed to melt into another. She wondered if he was taking her pray, she wasn’t that religious so there was little point to her being here, but she would stay with him if it pleased him.<br><br>“John?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:23:04</strong>
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				He brought her to the chapel door and opened it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come Grace, inside before someone sees us." he said and wondered if he gave himself away. He gave the fog one more look around as he led her inside. <br><br>In the shadows of the chapel a figure lurked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:27:17</strong>
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				She frowned but didn't say what was on her mind, she headed inside. "Are you alright?" She whispered, the fog outside was making the place seem eerie. She gripped his hand tighter never wanting to let go.<br><br>She heard movement from the corner frowning she whispered to John, "I don't think we're meant to be in here." She squeezed his hand softly. "What are we doing here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:40:15</strong>
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				He wanted to wait until Thomas was here so they could do the deed quickly but it seemed that Grace needed something to hold her. John was getting around to explaining when he saw the silhouette move.<br><br>The lurking shadow coughed, "Excuse me, may I help you?"<br><br>John squeezed her hand and moved with her hand tucked safely in his. "I'm.. we are looking for the Vicar.&nbsp; Vicar Sweeney. I'm.."<br><br>"Sir Captain John Edward Bradford, " Came the chuckling voice into the light. "Hello Sir John. What brings you here?"<br><br>"I've come to marry this woman!" John Edward Bradford said boldly. "If she'll still have me!"<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:50:10</strong>
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				The shadow spoke she looked over at John as he gripped her hand pulling her behind him as he walked into the chapel. He seemed to know this place but it was far from his home. <br><br>The vicar seemed to know him, she stayed quiet listening to their conversation. Hearing the words, "I've come to marry the woman." She froze staring at John.<br><br>"Pardon?" She whispered looking at him, "You wish to marry me?" She frowned squeezing his hand. "Will you give us a minute Vicar?" She asked, he nodded and headed upto the alter, read to get the nessassary items, if needed.<br><br>She took his hand leading him towards the doorway, she wanted to look him in the eye and make sure he wasn't feverish from his leg. She touched his forhead and then looked into his eyes, "You seem to be healthy so why do you wish to marry me when I am already bound to you?" She whispered, "I am not for one minute saying that I do not want to marry you. I would be deliriously happy if we could be joined in such a way but...why?" She looked at him, she needed an answer from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:00:50</strong>
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				He chuckled as she took him to the door and gave him the once over. Then she needed an explanation.<br><br>"This is why," He told her holding her against him. "You're not a slave. Yes you have a brand, yes you agreed. But Grace you can't be silent and go along even when it's in your best interest."<br><br>"I can't love you as I want to if your my servant," He told her. "And I want to love you madly and fight with you in the bed room without beating you. I want you sassy and opinionated. You can't live any other way. I want you happily vexing me for the rest of my life!"<br><br>"SO will you just marry me, Please?" He asked finally.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:10:09</strong>
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				Feeling his arms around him she smiled, he was her John again. She looked up at him as tears filled her eyes again. “I make a terrible servant.” She smiled looking up at him, “It’s hard not to argue with you when you’re being an idiot.” She poked him softly, she was teasing him. <br><br>“But what about your family, your mother?” She tried to hide the worried look from her face, she would gladly take a dozen beatings a day if it meant she didn’t have face that woman’s wrath.<br><br>She smiled knowing that it didn’t matter. “Of course I will marry you.” She bit her lip looking into his eyes, “If you’ll do something for me…next time you decide to colour my arse, make sure you’re not as rough and fucking me at the same time.” She whispered as she kissed his cheek, she smiled wondering what shade of red he was turning at her brazen comment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:36:29</strong>
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				He listened for her to decide and when she did he couldn't stop grinning. He was going to kiss her but her last comment had him so hard he couldn't think.<br><br>His voice drop to the basement, his eyes narrowed, "I promise. I will use you so very well my darling. So very well indeed."<br><br>The Vicar cleared his throat before John could complete the kiss, "The best man is here with the shovel. Shall we?"<br><br>He nodded and gave Grace's hand a squeeze. "Let's get married." and took her hand to place it on the crook of his elbow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:45:58</strong>
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				She giggled softly at his words, she ran her fingers over his cheek softly, she frowned hearing that the best man was here with a shovel. “A shovel?” She frowned as she took his arm. “Let’s get married.” She smiled.<br><br>The Vicar ran through a short wedding wondering if the reason it was so quick was if she was in the family way. Grace didn’t care she couldn’t take her eyes off John, she was officially the happiest women in the world, she was defiantly going to make him the happiest man tonight.<br><br>“I Grace Marsden, takes thee John Edward Bradford, to be my husband…” She couldn’t stop grinning at him; it was as if all her Christmases had come and once. “I do.” She grinned. <br><br>“I now pronounce you husband and wife, what God as brought together let no man tear asunder.” She smiled at the Vicar wondering if his mother was included!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 18:50:16</strong>
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				Pronounced. He took her in his arms and his lips to her, crushing hers, not in the way of passion yet there was plenty of that, but in the way that told her he was finally and fully with her in the way he wished to be.&nbsp; Married to the vixen. <br><br>He carried her out the chapel door mindful of her arse and took her to a spot that would get a rich amount of light.&nbsp; It was there he brought her feet to touch the earth again. <br><br>Thomas held out the shovel while Miaha stood at his side. She smiled and wiped her cheek with a kerchief Thomas supplied without a word.<br><br>John took his new bride's hand and place two acorns in her palm.&nbsp; He turned to Thomas and with shovel in hand he dug a hole.<br><br>"From this day forth, we'll be digging and undigging the hole we've made together. In summer and winter this our first bed we build together, this place we plant a new seed. This place we start our new life."<br><br>"Inspect the hole and drop the seeds, my wife!" John said in a timbre he'd never found before. The depth of passion and the calm of a resolve. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 20:02:04</strong>
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				Feeling his lips pressing against hers she grinned pressing herself against him, sighing softly she ran her fingers through his hair. “Now that I’m you’re wife, that moustache has to go.” She whispered teasing him. <br><br>She smiled looking at him as he picked her up, she bit her lip to stop her from crying out, and looking over at him she bit her lip slightly, her arms around his shoulders. He carried her outside, setting her down. <br><br>He started to explain why Thomas had brought a shovel, biting her lip she looked up at him. She smiled as he told her to inspect the hole; she bit back to the urge to say something cheeky. Looking up at him she smiled, “well it looks like a hole!” The urge was too much. She took one of the acorns, offering him the other one. <br><br>Looking over at him she smiled, she placed the acorn into the hole, hoping he’d do the same. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 01:47:23</strong>
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				He made a note about the mustache although it pained him. He was married so give and take. He had done a lot of taking lately and it was the least he could do. But the mustache, it was so personal. <br><br>He shoved it aside determined to please her in the morning when he had her watch him shave it off. He just looked like a boy without any facial hair. It was unnerving. For her, Grace, his new wife.<br><br>So brave and willing. How had he gotten so lucky to land such a cheeky woman and keep her. He kissed her tenderly and then while she watched he dropped the other acorn in the hole. <br><br>He held the shovel full of dirt for her to grab with him. “Let’s cover this up together, as husband and wife,” He offered and felt something change for them once again.&nbsp; This time it felt so very right!<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 01:58:24</strong>
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				She saw the slight look of sadness as she spoke about the moustache, she wouldn’t make him shave it, she didn’t like it but he did. It would be enough just to know that he was willing to get rid of it. If it made him happy then she would try not to say anymore, he was so handsome with out she didn’t know why he kept it.<br><br>Smiling she placed her hand on top of his as they covered the acorns with the dirt. She let go letting him do what he wanted with the shovel. Once he let go of it she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a long deep kiss, she pulled back enough to whisper. “Does this mean I get to wear my under again?” She smiled, pressing herself against him. <br><br>“Your mother is going to kill you,” She whispered, “Let’s disappear to India…hopefully she won’t be able to find us.” She smiled knowing that he would never do that, he was too much of a mummy’s boy. It started to rain she frowned, “Typical, is it too much to ask for there to be no rain for 1 day.” She sighed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 07:02:51</strong>
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				“I’ll trade you the mustache for the underwear.” He said after he held her in an long hungry kiss.<br><br>“Better yet, I shave the mustache if you don’t wear any underwear as we agree,” He grinned evilly. “I still want you. Now even more.”<br><br>“As for my mother,” He whispered in her ear as he held her against the starting sprinkles. “It will be months before she talks to me. That will be a relief.”<br><br>He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. He leaned over and shook Thomas’s hand. “Thank you. We’re off to the estate. Honey moon on a budget!” He laughed.<br><br>Thomas laughed with him, “I’ll set up the travel. We can go together. Next month. Stay with us until you’ve gotten your reassignment, eh!”<br><br>“I’ll drop by in a week and we can chat! Thank you both again!” John said and held out his hand to his new bride.<br><br>“Come, no sense in getting wet out here with a perfectly good carriage waiting, Misses Bradford!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Passion. (The Fifth Master + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:46:25</strong>
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				Grace smiled as she hugged him. “No its ok, you keep the moustache.” She giggled looking over at him, running her fingers through his hair softly. “Lets go.” She whispered taking his hand she was led to the carriage. <br><br>They spent a weekend at Thomas’ house, barely leaving the bedroom. The moustache stayed as well as her underwear. After the weekend they headed back to his parents house. They were not happy that they had gotten married, it would take his mother almost a year to speak to him, and another 2 until the birth of their first child.<br><br>It took a little longer then planned but they finally got to India, settling there happily, with their 4 little red head children running around and John’s ever present moustache.<br>
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