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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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[ Awkward to say hello amid all of this, but she's polite, okay? ]
I admit that I have a lot to learn.
But I have liked reading what you have had to say to me.
It's made me feel good.
Where do you live?
[ Where is this bed you speak of? ]
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You'll figure it out with time.
Did it turn you on? Are you wet from thinking about how I'd fuck you?
In the Up.
[ insert address here, because it's a great bed, Daphne. even better when she's sharing it.]
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Yes. I am.
Is this an invitation?
[ the time for delicate sensibilities sure is far behind her after how she's reacted to all of Juliette's words, but she still maintains politeness. ]
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[ because Juliette understands, from what Daphne's said so far, that she might not have much experience with women. there's not a better way to get it than to come aroused and willing to have a good time.]
Don't touch yourself yet. I want to feel you when you get here.
It's definitely an invitation. You might want to wear something comfortable and easy to take off. I'll see you soon?
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she has to take some time to breathe, to contemplate if this seems like a good idea. she could always leave if it's strange? Juliette seems sincere, blunt and honest, and she makes the choice quickly.
Daphne's wrapping a jacket from home, delicate and light, a wrap more than anything else, over her nightdress and slipping out the house, looking to her phone to follow directions.
she doesn't reply again until the house who's address she's come to is in sight, and pink creeps up on her cheeks. ]
I've come over
I'm sorry, I was distracted
[ but there's no knock, her feet falling slower as she doesn't want to impose after not replying for several minutes during her journey there. ]
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it would have made sense to wear slippers, but she hadn't wanted to keep Daphne waiting, so she opens the door barefooted, smelling of soap and floral shampoo and smiling brightly at the other woman.]
Hey, Daphne. Come in.
[ she steps aside to let her through the door, closing it behind them before she directs her towards the stairs.]
I have two submissive partners, but neither one is home right now. It's probably best if we go to my room.
[ because she doubts Daphne wants them to come in while the two of them are together.]
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Thank you. Juliette. [ Small but with the force of a woman purposefully conjuring confidence, and she steps forward, moving through the door, that smile keeping the color on her cheeks, fragrances sweeping over her and causing butterflies.
She slips off her shoes at the door, unsure about when she should take her jacket off, awkwardly keeping it on and softly treading behind Juliette. There's a nod until she realizes she could use words, since she's being led, and she hums in agreement. So, not words, but at least a sound.
Daphne bites her lip again, knowing she must look like an ingenue, searching for what else to say. She's still so warm inside, slickness between her legs unable to ignore, but she's not forward enough, with her voice, to say anything overtly sexual. So, she settles on -- ] You have a lovely home. I...thank you for allowing me to come over. [ She's a little stuck in a pattern of expressing gratitude as a default, awkward in spite of her eagerness to see what could transpire here. ]
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she doesn't worry about the quiet on the way up to her bedroom, though when Daphne steps in, she makes a point of closing the door without locking it. she wants her to feel safe and figures an easy out might help with that. thankfully, she doubts Matthias or Eddie would come in without knocking. they're not the kind of men to question the sounds that might trickle out from her bedroom.
plus, they're already experienced firsthand just how vocal she is in the bedroom.
so she doesn't hesitate to step closer, her fingers gently sweeping over the jacket Daphne has covered herself with.] This is pretty. [ she smiles - sweet, certain, and just a little bit wicked.] Can I take it off? [ because if the answer is yes, she won't hesitate to slide it off of her, dropping it onto the chair beside them.
she looks her over admiringly, one hand tracing over soft skin as it wanders along her arm. the other's already reaching up, gently finding purchase along the sweet curve of her jaw. Juliette might be absolutely positive that this is exactly what they need tonight, but she breathes for a moment, letting Daphne catch up to her intentions before she guides her into a warm, lingering kiss.
and maybe she should stop there - check to make sure that Daphne's okay - but when the other woman reciprocates she can't resist deepening that kiss with her tongue, persistence seeping into the eager way she chases her mouth and presses her body against Daphne's.
when she tilts her head back, it's just because she's a little breathless, taking in air with a pleased sigh.]
Is it okay if we keep going? I've been wanting to touch you since those first few texts.
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Goosebumps spread over the skin of her arms, a white cotton night dress on, short sleeves and billowing down around her body. Her shoulders rise a tiny bit, smiling softly and leaning in just enough to meet Juliette's lips for a kiss. There's a faint whine, tongue much slower and less confident, but she slides hers over to see how it might feel, the sensation causing her stomach to swirl with desire.
World spinning for a moment, her eyes shut, she reaches up, resting a hand on Juliette's upper arm, something to center herself before she can make eye contact again.
Her bottom lip works just so against her teeth, sliding back and forth before they purse into a small smile. Daphne's head nods, wavy hair rolling in place. She's soft spoken, but determined. ] Yes. I want that, too.
[ The hand on Juliette's arm slides in place, squeezing gently, blush on her cheeks rising again. ] You'll help me? Show me what you like? [ Even after every word shared in the texts, all of which had made her slick and wet too, the surges of confidence that had her replying have died down, temporarily, seeking for Juliette to guide her now that they're together in person. ]
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even in her own state of just-barely dressed, Juliette feels like she's wearing too much, her skin so warm she presses against Daphne's nightgown in a misguided attempt at relief. she takes her by the hand, guiding her over towards the bed, and as much as she wants her to lie down, she wants to undress her, too.]
I'll show you what I like. [ her eyes narrow in playful amusement, a promise with a little more behind it.] But I want to see what you like too. You can tell me what feels good, and you can ask me for what you want.
[ she's happy to take charge as long as it feels good for both of them, but she might like the thought of Daphne accepting pleasure the way she wants it, too. she peppers kisses along her shoulder between words, her hand smoothing over her clavicle before she decides to reach between them to pull Daphne's dress up and off.]
Let me see you, pretty lady.
[ it's soft for how aroused she is, her hands sliding along Daphne's body with intent as she works on undressing her, tongue rushing along her lower lip in quiet anticipation. Daphne's dress is tossed in the direction of the chair, but whether or not it makes it, Juliette wouldn't know. her eyes are locked on the woman in front of her, though to even things out she confidently reaches for the bottom of her own chemise and hastily tugs that up and off, now shamelessly naked in front of a woman she's known only through a series of filthy texts.
she'd ask her if she likes what she sees, but for once the singer's not interested in hearing her own voice. she's too focused on Daphne, pulling her closer, her hands starting at her waist before they begin their descent. her lips similarly find a path down her chest as she starts to kiss along the curve of a breast, pleased by how hot she is just from getting this far.]
I'll bet you taste as good as you look, don't you?
[ she runs her fingers along Daphne's thighs, easing between them to find the wet heat she's been searching for. she just wants to touch her, like she promised.]
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her chest heaves from heavier breath when juliette's hand trails over her body, biting her lip when she feels the hem of her dress being pulled up, those intoxicating words washing over her ears. she isn't accustom to letting herself step into such physically vulnerable situations, to allow herself to let pleasure soak over her, to admire another person with eager, bright eyes. the honest, blunt, soft way juliette has responded to her, both in text and now in person, has her stepping out of her usually repressed comfort zone.
goosebumps litter her skin when her dress is removed, arms hanging at her sides, no mind paid for her clothing, wherever it might fall. her nipples start to go harder as her eyes flick down, watching when juliette pulls her own clothing off too, the both of them now matching in nudity.
daphne breathes harder, biting her bottom lip, one arm rising slowly, cautiously, a hand reaching out to slide fingers slowly onto juliette's waist. the other woman heightens that touch, pulling her in, daphne's head feeling light with want, chin lifting and faint moans leaving her lips.
she hums out, her only immediate answer, at the question. she's been with people, men, who liked when she used her voice, liked it when she begged to be touched. daphne liked that too, but the softer touch of a woman's fingers at her thigh, careful touch between her legs, has her lost in a moan, head easing, tossing back, a reflexive action.
her hand at juliette's waist slides up higher, smoothing onto the middle of her chest, up an exploratory curve onto the underside of her breast. another faint moan. ] You're so...soft. I -- [ her hips jerk forward a little ] like how you touch me. You'll...taste me? [ her cheeks flush, head having straightened, eyes seeking to capture juliette's. ]
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[ it's at least a somewhat intentional; the pause in Juliette's words as she dips her fingers against the woman's slick cunt. she moves into the push of Daphne's hips, letting her have a little more friction while she locks eyes with her. if Daphne likes how she touches her, she hasn't seen anything yet.]
Yeah, I'll taste you.
[ her eyes darken a little with what she's been promised, stepping forward to walk Daphne back towards the bed. although she's not particularly inclined to take her hand away as she does it, so she strokes her for those few steps, keeping her wanting until they're close enough to lie down.
when she finally does move her hand away, she slips a finger between her lips, sucking her finger clean with a satisfied smirk.]
Mmm, I'm going to enjoy this.
[ then she reaches out, offering her middle finger to Daphne, letting her taste herself against Juliette's finger. she already said she liked her taste, it's only fair to offer.
like the Juliette Barnes version of being polite.]
Between the dirty texts and the walk over, I think I've kept you waiting long enough. Open your legs for me.
[ she's happy to coax them open with her hands at Daphne's inner thighs, her fingers brushing against the lingering arousal there as she slides down the bed to make herself comfortable. normally she'd give her a choice - offer to let her sit on her face or pick the position, but Daphne is stunning like this and she'd like to reward her with as much pleasure as possible.]
Do you know what I've learned here? [ she starts, idly running the pad of her thumb in circles around her clit, two fingers slipping inside, just like she promised.] As much as I love the feeling of hard cock filling me up, there's nothing like making a beautiful woman come for me.
[ and Daphne is beautiful, even if Juliette hasn't said it outright. maybe the easiest way to say it is with her tongue, moving down to replace her thumb with the head of her mouth. she slides her fingers out, wrapping her hands around her to hold her steady as she starts dragging her tongue over her clit, moaning herself at how much better this is than simply sucking on a finger.]
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she eases onto the bed, eyes bright and growing lustier as she watches juliette lick her finger, making a sound when one is offered to herself. daphne's lips press and push together for a couple of seconds before her mouth parts, tongue pressing out between her lips. slowly she leans her head forward to lap over skin, tiny sharp moan at tasting herself.
a few faint nods, her legs slowly spreading, eyes glancing down at what all juliette may do. where her hands may falls, how her fingers trail along skin. cheeks flush with arousal, air breezing over her cunt as juliette's voice starts to flood into her ears again.
daphne's hips rise with the orchestrations over her clit, a few moans when fingers slip inside of her with ease, filling her up so perfectly for where they're at. she's wanted this for only a short time, but the need that had grown from their brief texting has been enormous. head falling back, her lips quiver in pleasure. it does feel like a time that she should say something, too. but she's all caught up in how juliette drags her tongue over her, starts using her mouth to elicit sensations, to make daphne already shake and roll with moans.
she's not so unfamiliar with thinking that partners like to hear what she's liking, what she wants, so she goes for it, voice heady and breathy. ] I'd like to feel myself...come for you. Your... [ her eyes tilt back to watch juliette between her legs, one hand sliding down over her own leg ] mouth feels amazing. You...you like how I taste? [ a renewed blush on her cheeks as she asks. ]