short story: Draining the Humor (1)

1- Trying for an heir

Brigid shed her second wedding gown more eagerly.
The first husband, a stuffy viscount, had been comely enough, but he had the boorish habit of snoring after consummation. Not to mention, all the passion of a rooster.
But Bri was assured that her second husband, the 3^rd Earl of Constance, would be different. The young earl had energy and passion to spare, much as he tried to hide both.
“Are you ready to bugger, Muffin?” she called from behind the changing screen. She checked her reflection, a plain woman made lovely by her white undergarments. She was no great beauty, but her body was attractive and her eyes large and doe-like.
The ceremony had been as strange as they were, and afterwards their family friends the Arteberrys had pulled Brigid aside. Lucinda Arteberry had given Bri a “love potion,” just in case he does not rise to the occasion. Bri had thanked her friend but told her she doubted they would need the potion.
“I prefer something less vulgar, darling,” Orion’s voice called to her. “Bugger is a rough word.”
“Very well. Are you ready to make love?” Bri laughed, slipping off her skirt.
When she appeared before him in her undergarments, Orion’s eyes widened. She took a seat beside him on the bed and they linked hands.
“You look wonderful, Bri. Better than in the gown,” Orion told her, his soft baritone whispering.
“Why don’t you undress for me too, Muffin?” she asked, kissing him chastely. “Please.”
He looked down, green eyes a bit nervous but he undressed with no hesitation. They were both down to their underwear and Bri sat on his lap now, grabbing a hand and guiding it to her half-exposed breasts. For a moment, Orion seemed transfixed, as he massaged them. Bri was loosening her own corset, too eager to stay dressed. Suddenly, Orion was helping her unlace with ease.
“Hm, have you had practice with this?” she teased him.
“On my own corset,” he stopped himself.
Bri’s laugh bubbled up. She knew of Orion’s ‘Reanna’ disguise and thought it was very amusing. She also thought her husband made a fair lady. He was thin but slightly muscled, with light hair and moss green eyes. His smile was gorgeous and many women envied Bri passionately.
Bri turned around now that her breasts were exposed, and she ran a hand through Orion’s hair before she kissed him with some force. He gave in and returned the kiss with vigor. They were aiming for an heir, so Bri would do everything in her power to rouse her husband. She was reaching the end of her childbearing years, after all. They needed to act quickly.
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They both lay breathless in bed afterwards, kissing and clinging to one another.
“Brigid,” Orion panted. “I want to live up to m wedding vows…I want you to know this.”
“Muffin, I know you love me. There’s no need to—“
“No, darling. The last thing you need is a repeat of your last marriage—“
“I think a repeat would be hard to reproduce. You would not be able to divorce me for a—“
“Please, Brigid,” he grabbed her hand. “Believe me. I will lay with no other but you.”
“Lovey-Muffin—“
Orion pulled Bri to him. She was instantly lulling off in his strong, gentle embrace.
“Because I prefer gentlemen you think I cannot keep my vow…” he whispered with a tinge of sadness.
“I doubt that you should keep that particular vow, Muffin…”
Bri felt that they may have succeeded tonight, so she let the topic float away as she dozed in her husband’s arms.
She would ask him why exactly he would wish to stay faithful when his wife insisted it was not necessary. He was virtuous, she knew. But he had a lover up until recently and she had not minded sharing him in that way, knowing that emotionally he was all hers.
But at times she wondered what was spinning through his head.
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© 2011 Luz Briar. All Characters, Plotlines and Settings belong to the author!  Alright, I suppose I don’t own England or the Victorian era, but you know what I mean. Steal and I will come after you.