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Daphne Bridgerton
Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.
Daphne Bridgerton
Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.
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[ Her own wine glass is sitting next to the sink, temporarily forgotten as she's intent on learning about the preparation of a meal.
Her forehead creases as Eloise starts to speak once more, brows knitting just so at the sound in her throat. She'd prefer to continue making eye contact, but the pattern on the counter suddenly draws her attention. Is that a flicker of silver? An indentation, an imperfection? No? Perhaps the flowers outside need watering.
More color has risen on her face, on her neck, but she can't look away from her sister forever. So, gray eyes slide back to meet Eloise's. ] Why? I mean. Is there a reason you are bringing this up? Now? I... [ her head shakes faintly in disbelief. She's not annoyed or frustrated, not a hint of upset. She's just confused. They haven't had a conversation like this since the first day that Daphne had been in the city.
It's clear that she's survived so far, yes? Has not been reprimanded by the powers that be. Is this something that a Dominant simply must do at some point? Check in? Make sure their Submissive is behaving?
Daphne uncomfortably clears her throat, eyes dancing across the space between where they stand and the other half of the kitchen where she spots her wine. That, she needs that. She goes to reach for it, putting only a small distance between them, taking a long drink. ]
Are you...concerned? About me? [ It's what she must settle on, the only answer that makes any sense. Right? ]
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Oh-- no. [She will not tell her about the conversation she had with Jack. She wants this to seem more natural.]
You have been here for several weeks now, and I remember what it was like to feel so overwhelmed with all this information. The city likes to throw kinks at us, and sometimes if we do not know things, it can make things difficult. And well-- you have not asked me anything, so I was thinking-- [She gestures openly, pressing her lips together.]
You know, if there is anything you may have-- questions about. I would like to be open with you, since Mama never was with us. And I wish for you to be safe here. You see-- I jumped into things too quickly, and it can often have bad results to do it that way.
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she is listening, yes, but it's impossible to continue making eye contact when her cheeks are now pink. she decides that the ends of the vegetable should come off, slicing them accordingly, awkwardly. slowly, as a child learning motor skills. she's careful though, turning the squash to cut it sideways into rounds.
questions, ah. she swallows, nodding, completing half the task of cutting up the squash and setting the knife down to turn to eloise. ]
I have...been exceptionally slow, Eloise. I have jumped into nothing. [ her voice is desperate, the words cutting at herself rather than a jab at eloise. ] Certainly there is a quicker pace one might go. But I have been with...two? People. [ while she's been under an aphrodisiac, but she neglects to add that. ]
Of course I have questions. But. I... [ her voice falters, small sound of disgruntlement leaving her throat. ] Barely know how to ask them, what words to even use.
How did you survive this place? Not even knowing how, how to communicate what might be on your mind. I feel like a child who is living on a different plane of existence than everyone else here. As if everyone is in on how to conduct themselves. How to speak, what words exist, are pertinent and commonly spoken.
[ she's upset at the situation, chest tight. ] I have tried to learn what I can, but it is very difficult. And I am left wondering what anyone might even want, but I do not how to express myself to them without feeling like a bumbling idiot.
[ apparently this has been on her chest for awhile now, eyes casting to the floor, frown sliding onto her face. she doesn't want eloise to think that she's upset with her, and hopefully that comes through clearly. ]
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It took me many weeks to be comfortable to do the deed itself. If you wish to go slow, that is fine. No one should ever rush you if you do not feel ready or comfortable with something.
[She sighs, having already learned that lesson the hard way, of doing things before she has learned about them.] I read a lot. Whatever books on the subject I could find. Sometimes Anthony would answer questions, too. The-- terminology of it all still has me flustered sometimes.
But if you do have questions, you can still ask. I can try and help with the wording if that is your issue. [She leans on the counter, keeping an eye on the pan, but watching Daphne as well.]
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she frowns more, though, knowing that she hasn't gone slow in quite that way. a shaky breath at the idea of reading about this subject, that anthony had fielded questions, that the terminology is something that eloise still fumbles with. that has her brows shifting with recognition, feeling like there may be a greater deal of empathy shared in this exact moment. that's a relief, her breathing steadying.
her gaze flicks to the pan for a moment, question forming in her mind before she carefully begins to speak again. ] Are there...specific ways you touch...a man? And, do you...speak, much or little? Is it...expected, that you use your voice, when it is so...difficult, to do so? [ her lips purse, hand finding her wine glass. ] I have had someone...ask me to say what I want, before he...would go inside of me. [ so, she's done the deed. ] But the words felt...strange. Is it merely...adjusting, to saying them that I must wait for?
[ hey, at least she's asking questions that have literally been plaguing her? ]
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One thing at a time, [She says putting her hand up for a moment.]
First-- as loathe as I am to admit it, every man is different. So what may work with one may not work with all. But their-- member is sensitive. Any sort of touch usually elicits a reaction. The tip is the most sensitive. How much you speak or make noise depends on how good they are. I should think at least being somewhat vocal is important. You do not want to fake it and give them a fake confidence. Men do that fine on their own.
[She smiles though, glad to know her sister is at least getting it on.]
Words are just words, Daphne. Communication is key to having a good sex life. If you like something, say it. The words seem very strange sometimes, yes, but you do get used to it or find a way that does not make it seem so bad. Vulgarity is often a part of it though. And that is okay. Sometimes feeling... dirty is a part of it. So long as the person that you are with is still treating you right, that you can always say stop if you do not like what they are doing. That is the most important thing.
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her brows knit faintly upon hearing every man is different. are women too? certainly, though she's never contemplaed any other woman's desires in the way she has for men. her cheeks start to rise at the idea of stroking a man's ego needlessly, bright closed smile, small hum of amusement. she knows that eloise speaks the truth about this.
her head cants nearly to and fro as eloise goes on, much of what she says next at least somewhat perplexing her. then at the end, her mouth opens to let a long, labored sigh. ]
Yes, the most important. Your partners. They...did not...belittle you, or make you feel foolish, if you did not know how to navigate something? [ anything. ] I would not wish to be with someone who does that, but I have been with so few people so far...I do not know if how they've treated me is what I should be expecting.
[ hopefully her intent gaze has shown how she's absorbed all of what eloise has said too, even as she settles in on more of a single question now. ]
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Eloise shook her head finally.] No. They were kind. Let me explore, and if I had questions, they would answer. For some I think they might have liked it even. [Like Jack when he taught her how to give a man a blowjob.]
But I never felt taken advantage of or like they made me feel stupid for not knowing. Those are the kinds of people you may want to find. The ones that will not mind if you take your time and explore. It even makes things a little more fun and not as pressured.
[It's then that she grabs two plates and starts putting their dinner on it, arranging it to look fairly appetizing.]
There's fresh peach tea in the refrigerator. Or we can have more wine, but I believe dinner is ready. You can continue to ask me what you will though. I do not mind it actually. Far easier talking to you than Anthony about it all. He was incredibly flustered when I asked him about pearl necklaces and the symbolism of 'sir' and a belt. [Apparently it is not appropriate to gift your elder brother a very nice leather belt with the words 'please, sir' on the inside. As if she had any idea of the connotations.]
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Then if this was your experience here, I know that I can find a similar one. It is...so far too daunting than I've wanted to say, sister. But I am relieved to see you understand.
[ she nods, getting down two glasses to pour each of them some tea, taking it and then both their glasses of wine to the table. her lips twitch up, tiny sound of wry amusement when their brother is named. brows knit as she stands at a drawer, retriving silverware and moving back to the table to join eloise. ]
I do not understand the significance of any of that, either, I'm afraid. Do you find it may be relevant to what I should perhaps know? [ a small beat, but she also wants to include -- ] You have truly learned about each person you've been with on an individual basis and kept it...unclouded? I have...only been with two people here. I do not...rightly know who I may end up with in the future. Is it not complicated, learning what different men might like?
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I do. And I will always be here. It might be just as easy to come to me with questions. I am sure you can pick men of good nature, but it might be easier with me. [At least she would never do anything to push Daphne.]
It does not hurt to know more terminology, the nuances of some of the sexual things you can do. A pearl necklace is when a man... finishes on your neck. The droplets look like pearls. 'Sir' is something a Dominant man might like to be called, especially while spanking you which I have learned they may so do with a belt. [To clear that all up and why it might be awkward to say these things to Anthony of all people.]
No. The basics work. Where to touch a man, how to get him to react. Each only might just be a little different to find those spots, the pressure, how to perhaps use your mouth.
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I think it may very turn out to be true, Eloise. I...I know it will take time, to learn things, but I am grateful to not go through it alone. [ which she wouldn't, she'd find a way, a means, if eloise wasn't there. but somehow, the way things have occurred, she's very happy to have her younger sister there.
her brows pop in various places as daphne listens, takes in some of the kinkier specifics. she blinks once upon remembering that it'd been anthony these verbal exchanges were made with. ] I am...confident Anthony was quite red in the face when you broached these things then, sister. [ a moment to softly smile over that.
then, for the rest, her head tilts, forehead creasing. ] Maybe it is...not so complex as I have allowed myself to believe? It sounds...as though some of the differences are more...minor, perhaps. [ although -- in a more curious tone. ] Has someone spanked you here before, Eloise? [ she's gotta ask, okay? ]
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You may always ask me any questions you have, and I shall promise I will not be nearly as aghast as Anthony was with me. [But she's laughing lightly, picking more at the food.]
Mostly, yes. One men might prefer to be touched in a different way or another may prefer a different position. It is much as you prefer the pianoforte, and I like reading-- only more complex matters of course. Men are people. Who knew. [She rolls her eyes with a little grin.]
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she picks at her food too, complimenting eloise on its flavors during at least one lull. as for her own question, well eloise's answer is elucidating, the parallel she draws effectively expounding. she nods, that it is about more complex aspects, but then that last part makes her laugh. ]
Who knew, indeed. [ a small sip of wine. ] Thank you, sister. I...as much as we both know I have been hesitant to be outspoken with such questions up until now, I will come to you sooner, when an inquiry is on my mind. I know that will make things easier, or at least less confusing, for me, too.
[ awkward, surely, but eloise spurring on this conversation has absolutely been for the betterment of daphne's well-being. it is so good, to have eloise there with her. ]