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So, I'm currently experiencing art block, and it's so ughhh😔. And what a coincidence that I have an art project that's due in 13 days😃🖕.
School kills artists. Because tell me why the second school opened back in the beginning of July I don't even have time to pick up a damn pencil.
Anyways, gn pookies and pookettes
🗞🕯🎻Edward Hastings
💐🩰🕯Magdalene Bells
Hi people! I've been busy with this book I'm writing and would like your guy's opinion on it.
I won't be giving context right now because I first want opinions before I post it. I will say it's an enemies to lovers and historical romance.
Warnings: suggestive, swearing, mentions of slight bullying (I think that's all)
Magdalene's big eyes, drowned in desire and wanton, stare deep up into Edward's dirt brown orbs. Challenging him. Testing him.
Edward notices the look of pure desperation and can't help but swallow the thick lump of spit in his throat, afraid he won't be able to control his urges. After all, he's just a man. A poor, desperate man.
"Stop." It comes out much whinier than Edward had expected. "Why? Does it make you nervous when I stare?" Magdalene speaks it so softly, so delicately, making Edward go mad in the head.
A cheeky grin creeps its way onto Magdalene's face upon seeing a deep crimson develop across Edward's cheeks. "Didn't know I had such an effect on you, sweetheart."
"Magdalene-" Edward's sentence is cut short as a hushed gasp escaping his throat at the feel of Magdalene's hand tightly intertwined with his midnight coloured locks as she tugs on it with just the right amount of force.
"What's the matter?" A fed up Edward so badly wanted to pin Magdalene against one of the four walls of the tiny closet and wipe that self-sastisfied look off of her face.
"You know damn well what's wrong." He retorted a bit louder this time, his voice still not missing that whiny edge to it.
Magdalene looks down at the noticeable bulge underneath Edward's trousers and scoffs in amusement.
"You're hard, sweetheart." Edward would've run away from embarrassment if it weren't for Magdalene's body entrapping his.
"Let. Me. Go." It sounds as if it's forced its way through the tiny gaps in between his pearlescent teeth. "I don't think so." Magdalene coos.
"Please, Magdalene," Edward pleads, "let me go before I do something I'll regret."
Magdalene can't deny the feeling that developed deep in her gut at the sound of her name said so prettily by Edward, but it wasn't enough for her to stop her torture.
"Tell me what it is you'll do. Let me hear it." Magdalene challenges.
The gap between the two's almost none existent. They might aswell just kiss each other already, but that would mean they've claimed one another, and they both knew they weren't ready for that. Not yet, at least.
Edward is hesitant at first, scared he'll fuck up. "I..." James words get caught in his throat as he feels Magdalene's hands slowly journey downwards toward his nether regions.
Magdalene silently urges him to continue by placing soft kisses along his jawline.
"First, I'd get you out of here, I'd take you some place more private, like my bed chamber, and then I'd tease the absolute living hell out of you just as you have done to me." Magdalene's ears perk up in anticipation. "Then, I'd fuck you so good I'll ruin any other guy for you. You won't be able to think of anything but me." Their breaths quicken, the tension between the two rising, "would you like that?"
Edward manages to get the words out. Not without struggle, though.
"I would like that, Edward. I would like that very much."
There's a pause that hangs in the air.
"Then surrender. You know you won't win this one, Dolly." There's that godforsaken pet name that she's so familiar with.
Memories of her childhood come flooding like water through a broken and busted dam.
Memories of Edward.
How he'd pick on her, how harshly he'd tug on her hair and break out in a fit of laughter once he'd hear her groan in pain.
How he'd stare her down from across the room, causing her to breakout in goosebumps.
Edward takes advantage of the situation and, in God's speed, gains the upper hand
Magdalene feels her body being hauled onto the small round table, involuntary. Her mind warns her of how wrong this is.
How she may not be able to turn back, but it's almost as if her bodie's been taken over by an unnamed force.
All Magdalene can do is sit still and take it.
Her ass so close to the edge of the table that if she wasn't careful, she'd fall off.
Her body tenses up at the feel of Edward's ice-cold hands playing with the straps of her dress as his other hands force her legs open. Her thighs are now bracketing his thighs.
Edward's hands ghost over the place where Magdalene needed him most. Not that she would ever admit it.
At least not to him.
"Why so quiet?" Edward teasingly whispers against the shell of Magdalene's ear.
The two feel each other move closer, as if they're two magnets. The pull was too strong to fight off.
Closer.
And closer.
Just before either of them could close the gap, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door. It didn't sound too close, but it still managed to cause a panic.
Oh shit.
"We best leave before we start a scandal." Edward suggested as he unknowingly takes a hold of Magdalene's hand.
His grasp makes Magdalene feel some sort of comfort and protection. Something she's not used to receiving from him. He guides both of them out of the small closet and into the narrow hallway.
They check both ends of the corridor, and once they've determined that the coast is clear, the pair make a run for it, all while giggling.
Once they've made to one of the doors that would lead right into the huge ballroom, the two face eachother.
They wait for the other to say something and replace the silence, but it remains quiet.
Not until Magdalene decides to break the silence. "I shall- um... enter through this door so they won't suspect anything."
"That's wise." The two speak as if what had just happened between them was a mear fantasy.
Edward and Magdalene go their separate ways, but not without sparring each other one last glance. They would discuss this another time.
I still need to do some more editing, but let me know your thoughts ☺️
Have a good day, y'all
No, bc you seriously don't understand how beautiful Matthew Macfadyen is 😫
