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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 23

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle. It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes. With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays. Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

AO3 | Masterlist

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Monday, cont’d

Peeking over the top of her book, Rose took advantage of the opportunity to watch Malcolm. They were in the library after dinner, as they had been essentially every night since she moved into the townhouse, though this was the first time they were positioned as they were. While Malcolm was seated normally, leaning forward with his elbow on his knee as he read over paperwork, Rose was stretched out, her back against the arm of the couch and her feet in Malcolm’s lap. His left hand was idly rubbing at the arch of one foot, doing little but fanning the flames of desire inside her.

His hair rumpled, jacket long abandoned, glasses perched firmly on his nose, he looked… delectable. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on her book when he was so close, looking as he did, and she entertained the idea of seducing him then and there, of climbing into his lap and having her wicked way with him with only the books as witness.

“You’re staring,” he noted absently, and she flushed.

“What’cha doing?”

Momentarily abandoning his half-hearted foot massage, he pulled his glasses off with one hand, rubbing his eyes and face with the other before replacing the specs. “Going over the books, making sure we’re in as good a standing as Jack says. Not that I don’t trust him, but… as I like to say, trust but verify. I want to make sure he’s not hiding problems.”

“Found any?”

“No.” Leaning back into the welcoming embrace of the comfortable sofa, he smiled at her. “Well, other than he lets his boyfriend buy expensive ingredients for feeding the household. It’s not the end of the world, but it does need to be cut back. I don’t eat this well.”

She nodded, bracing her head on her hand, elbow on the back of the couch. “You can’t fault him for wanting to spoil a loved one.”

“Yeah, but not sure I should be paying the bill,” he said dryly. “Then again, he’s taking less of a salary than I expected; I’m fairly sure he was approved for more, not that Wally would really say no to a reasonable request. Honestly, that’s what concerns me- that there’s a hidden money pit, and he’s docking his pay to hide it.”

Rose rubbed his thigh with the ball of her foot to offer comfort, making him look down at his lap for the first time. “Sorry, do you want me to-”

“You’re fine,” he cut her off, one hand settling on top of both feet, long fingers spreading out to cover them. “Really.”

“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” She wriggled her toes, admiring how the crimson paint on the nails flashed in the lighting.

He watched the movement as if hypnotized, and after a long moment, he looked up and cleared his throat. “It’s getting late. Do you… do you want to go to bed?”

The question was more tentative than she expected, but then the proverbial other shoe dropped, and heat flashed through her. “Yes,” she said quite a bit more enthusiastically than she’d intended, but decided not to be embarrassed. “Shall we?”

Malcolm all but leapt to his feet, haphazardly gathering up his paperwork. “Let’s go.”

Once in the bedroom she let him use the loo first, which meant he had plenty of time to sit in bed and agonize over what might be about to happen while she went through her nightly routine. Did she understand what I meant? Did I even mean that? Do I initiate? Will she? Does she expect me to make the first move, since she did on Saturday? Would she rather get things started, maintain a sense of control? How fucking long does it take to change?

The door finally opened then, after a wait that seemed to take several lifetimes though the clock said it was less than ten minutes, and she stepped out- in a dressing gown.

“Today was a good day, wasn’t it?” she asked brightly, turning lights out as she made her way across the room to him. By the time she reached the bed only his bedside light was still on, and he watched in tense anticipation as she removed the dressing gown to reveal- a cotton nightgown.

He had no idea what that meant.

It fit her like a glove, hugging mouth-watering curves and hiding nothing, but… it was still a cotton nightgown in a soft shade of blue, sexy because of the woman who wore it was, not for any inherent reason of its own.

“Malcolm?”

“Huh?” His head jerked up to meet her eye, tearing his gaze away from how the fabric clung to her breasts. “Yeah, today was good. Sorry about… the horse thing. Are you okay?” Good job, remind her of her fear. Moron.

She settled beneath the covers with a sigh, rolling onto her side and smiling at him. “Thank you. It’s fine, I didn’t know I would react like that. I’m sorry I made a scene, but thank you for being so… kind about it.”

“And the ride back was okay?” He matched her position, close enough only scant inches separated their noses, breathing the same air. With the bed curtains drawn they were truly in their own world, safe from outside threats or interruptions. It gave the moment a sense of intimacy and possibility, and he desperately hoped it ended well, if not the way he truly wanted.

A slow smile spread across her face, one that sent heat racing through him- he’d only seen it once before, and it was right after she invited him into her bedroom. That smile had led to what was, with no exaggeration, the best night of his life. “Mhmm, it was wonderful,” she murmured, one hand reaching out to settle on his chest, warmth radiating from her palm through his thin tee-shirt. “I felt so safe and lo- comfortable with you. Being held in your arms. It was…” Her eyes flickered down, breaking their connection, cheeks flushing. “It was wonderful.”

“Well, maybe we can try it again,” he whispered back, “go out riding together. Just us.”

Rose bit her lip, and he ached to free it, to hold it safe between his own lips, to shower her in kisses and love. Her gaze met his again, searching, and she must have found what she was looking for, because her eyes brightened. “Well, actually, I had a thought,” she offered, and when his gaze ran over her, he noted with interest that the flush had started to work its way down her neck and chest.

“I’m all ears. Anything I can do to help make you more comfortable.” He tentatively set his open palm on her hip before sliding it to her back, tugging her slightly closer, hoping it was alright.

“I’m glad you said that,” she breathed, moving forward eagerly. “Because I was thinking about one thing that you said…”

“Yes?” Her face was right there, and unable to resist temptation, he began to rain kisses over her forehead, nose, and cheeks, thrilled when she didn’t resist, instead leaned into his lips.

“You told me to sit up straight and stay centered.”

Malcolm paused his ministrations, fighting back a disappointed sigh at having thoroughly misread the situation. For all the times you thought she was going to make a move, she only did once, he lectured himself. Stop assuming it would become the new rule, instead of remaining an exception. “I did.”

“Well, I think it would help if I… if I practiced.” Her face was now fully red, burning with heat, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why she might be embarrassed at such an idea.

“They say practice makes perfect.”

She nodded eagerly, fingers curling into his shirt. “Exactly. That, erm, you could maybe give me tips on… on posture. And motion. Make sure I was… riding properly.”

“Of course.” His brow furrowed. Does she really think I’d say no? “When?”

“How’s now?”

He was surely missing something, but didn’t have the slightest idea what. “Oh… kay?”

That coy smile was back, and she unceremoniously shoved at his chest. Surprised, he fell onto his back, only to be utterly flabbergasted when she scrambled over him, straddling his hips. “Now, be sure to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong,” she instructed.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She’s gonna kill me. “Right, well-” None too pleased with being used as a horse, he scowled up at her, opening his mouth to give her a piece of his mind when without any warning she crossed her arms, gripped her nightgown, and pulled the fabric over her head, leaving her astride him fully naked.

“Oh. Oh.” He felt like a fool, as though he’d been clobbered on the head, and her smile fell for a moment.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I thought-” She scrambled behind her for the nightgown, one arm folding across her breasts, but he was faster, sitting up carefully without dislodging her.

“No, no, no,” he eased the fabric from her fingers, tossing it away before pulling his own tee off one-handed, the other wrapping around her waist. “I assure you, I am happy to help. I must warn you though, you can’t learn everything in one- session. It might require several.”

Lips curling up, her tongue peeked out between her teeth. “Oh, I can take as many lessons as necessary. At least, as many as you can give.”

“Oh, challenge accepted,” he murmured, hands sliding up her waist to infinitely more delightful areas. “I’ll give as many as you can take.”

In the end, he impressed them both.

Tuesday

It was late the next morning before they could drag themselves out of bed, and even then he couldn’t bear to be far from her, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom and watching as she put on her makeup- in her knickers and bra. If I’ve died and this is heaven, please, no one tell me.

“Malcolm?” Her laughing tone said it wasn’t the first time she’d called him, and he tore his eyes away from her bum to meet her eye in the mirror.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What are we doing today?” She leaned forward slightly, which pushed her bum out, and he itched to run his hands over it, fantasized about- “Babe!”

Straightening and clearing his throat, he entered to sit on the toilet seat lid, tucking his hands under his thighs to prevent them from wandering. “Right. Today. I thought we could go into town, walk the high street, have lunch. Give you a taste of Scotland that’s not just from the Estate.” His intention in moving closer had been to change his view, lessen the distraction of her pert posterior, but hadn’t realized that just gave him a new, more tantalizing view of her breasts filling out the lace bra she wore. “Or we could just stay in bed.”

“Not a chance.” She applied lipstick, rubbing her lips together and pouting for the mirror. “Not after all this time spent putting on makeup. Besides, we should make an appearance- not sure I want everyone in the house to know what we’ve been up to in here.”

He shifted on his perch, positively aching to hold her. “Who cares what they think? We are on our honeymoon. In fact, it would look odd if we never did.”

Turning her head she smiled at him, though she still looked amused. “Maybe tomorrow. Today, a day out exploring sounds wonderful. What’s the name of the town?”

“Village.”

“What?”

“It’s a village,” he repeated. “Bonar bridge.”

She grinned wider. “That sounds adorable. Can’t wait.” Pausing to lean down and kiss him, she padded out of the bathroom, hips swinging. “Let me just get dressed, and we can go.”

He followed her out, a moth to her bright flame, and cornered her by the open armoire, wrapping his arms around her waist and molding himself to her back. “Sure I can’t tempt you back to bed?” he murmured, laying kisses on her neck in a spot he now knew was sensitive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

She arched into him, grinding her bum against him and tilting her head to the side to give him better access. “I believe it, but no. Let’s get some fresh air, walk around a bit, have something to eat. You can ravish me after we get back.”

“Promise?” He sucked at the soft skin, laving the spot with his tongue.

“Promise,” she gasped, clutching at his arms. “Anywhere you like. Any way you like.”

With one last kiss to her neck he backed away, making her whimper. “Deal. Now hurry the fuck up, so we can go and come back already.”

He already had a few ideas of how to make good on her promise, each more tantalizing than the next.

We’ve got the rest of our lives to fulfill them all. The only question is- where do we start?

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