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Fill: What the Master Doesn't Know (1.5/6)

[(Anonymous)]

With the last of her duties done, Dido weaved her way up the servants' stairs to the room she shared with Lucy. (Hannah and the little scullery maid Sarah had the room even further off. And Mrs. Steele's room stood between her own and the narrow, rickety stair that led up to Childermass's room in the attic.)

In their room, Lucy lay already asleep. Dido removed shoes and stockings, but did not dare ready herself for bed, should she be caught out of her room in her night things.

Dido was not by any means a novice.

Although she had not heard Childermass ever come up, she let herself out of her room at the appointed time and eased down the hall. She hadn't been there more than a year, but knew well enough which boards groaned the worst. It was an easy task to slip along the narrow hall and up the far steps to Childermass's room, where the light of a single candle showed the shape of the door before her. She did not knock, but let herself in to find Childermass in his shirtsleeves on his bed, reading by the light of that candle.

At first, he did not look up when she came in, finishing the passage he was on as she closed the door behind her and slid the latch she found there. She examined the room with little interest. It was small and mostly bare with a makeshift shelf holding a few books and his candle. The one concession that he made was a sturdier bed than was to be found in the servants' rooms one floor below, though the same stiff white sheets covered it.

When he did look up, it was only into her eyes and nowhere else and she saw a fire there to match her own, a fire that she'd been primly tending for overlong. Dido untied and unpinned her apron. Piece by piece, the uniform of a maid came away, set aside with care. She was fiercely aware of his eyes on her, though she kept her own down. She shouldn't be nervous.

Then a sun-hot hand clasped behind her knee and she gasped.

Dido turned to regard Childermass, sitting still upon the bed, the book put away, the firm and needful hand at her leg, his dark eyes like burning shadow. Dido moved closer to him then and met his unwavering gaze as she finished disrobing. Straps slipped from shoulders, laces pulled loose, all manner of fastenings undone.

His hand pulled her closer yet, until she stood between his angled knees in only her shift. This she pulled over her head, revealing heavy breasts that swung free, nipples hardening in the exposed air. The shift fell to the floor and she stepped closer still until he looked up between her breasts, his face but inches from her belly. His stoic expression did not change as he leaned slowly in, burying his nose in the dewy curls between her legs.

Her hands flew to his ragged hair, as though to still his eagerness, but Childermass began slow, with nothing more than the ardent press of lips, his long nose pushed into the downy skin of her, his large hands around the backs of her thighs, kneading and stroking.

Dido's hands eased from nervous claws to stroking fingers, loosening the queue of his hair, threading through the strands of it, mussing it well beyond decency.

She gasped as a hand slid around and between her legs, but the hot fingers threatened nothing but soft pets and swirling touches, carding though the curls alongside his mouth as he eased his tongue inward to do no more than taste.

It was as though every touch he promised withheld the best of it, until she leaned her hips forward and pulled his head in.

She could almost feel his smile against her. His hands firmed, his tongue delved further and he murmured in his Yorkshire burr, "Why, Miss Dido, you're wet as sin down 'ere."

"An' all for thought of you, since your eyes caught me over the table."

"So shocked you were, at even the thought-- like you didn't know I was a man at all."

"I have yet to see the proof," she said with a grin, canting her knee in to run along the inside of his leg, near to a certain goal.

"All in good time," he said - another promise - before resuming his efforts between her legs, his tongue caressing the folds of her, a single finger petting over her entrance, ever closer to breaching her.

He encouraged her curious knee up until one foot rested on the bed, opening her to him.

Dido braced herself on his shoulders and bowed her head to see the wild mane she'd made of his hair.

Between clever fingers and cleverer tongue, Dido was soon keening low in her throat and moving her hips to a rhythm she well liked.

"Mr. Childermass," she whispered, slowly pulling away from him. "I do so feel underdressed, sir."

Childermass slowly stood, fair towering over her as those clever fingers went to his own throat. The quickness of his motions betrayed his calm and Dido smiled coyly up at him as she worked the buttons of his shirt. Soon enough, neckcloth and shirt were tossed aside, revealing a sleekly muscled chest, long arms, and a back that bore the long-faded punishment of some old misdeed.

Dido ran her hands over the sparse hairs of his chest, her tongue peeking out in mock concentration as her fingers found the thicker trail of hair that led to the placket of his breeches.

"Now, that is a man," Dido flattered as her hands molded what she found through the fabric. It was not unimpressive.

She watched with lower lip clasped between her teeth as he revealed the last of himself to her, breeches and stockings and all cast aside. Without the weight of his clothing, his prick stood out from him, long and thick.

"Such as this I've not seen in too long a time," she promised, her hands moving from his hips to his groin to enfold the length of him in firm and eager hands.

"You've been wanting, then? So have I," he said, and then swooped down upon her, his long fingers bracketing her blooming cheeks as his tongue swiped away the shock of her lips, the bite of her teeth, the breath of her mouth in their first kiss.

She ensnared him in her arms, wrapping them about his torso, one hand writhing up into his hair, the other clutching at his firm buttocks.

His prick pressed into her stomach, the need of him hot and twitching.

Dido could taste herself on him, and the smoke he'd had, and the wine they'd drunk, and all of it fixed to ruin her.

She broke the twist of their kiss and vowed, "I won't wait another moment for you, John Childermass," and slipped, eel-like, around him to lay herself out on the bed, one foot on the dusty boards of the floor, the other bent up on the bed so that she unfolded herself to him, arrayed like an opening flower in spring.

An impatient gesture of her hand brought him up alongside the bed and an eager hand about his cock led him onto it.

He straddled one of her plump thighs, his prick pressed between their flesh as he bowed to her breasts, testing their sensitivity with mouth and fingers. He tested her nipples to the point of redness and he tested her patience to the utmost limit as she rocked desperately against him, his prick falling into alignment between her legs, yet another promise he did not fulfill as he shifted down along the bed, his hands clutching at every curve of her flesh as his mouth tasted between her breasts along the gently curving stomach and into the crease of her thigh.

Dido drew his head where it best served her and Childermass set to work in earnest, no more teasing now as one finger sought the heat of her and his tongue found its throbbing target.

Dido gave a single strangled sound of pleasure before remembering their position and then brought her own hand up to bite upon as he dandled his tongue upon her clitoris and slid his finger in and out, curving and curious.

Her hips heaved into his face in her favorite way and he did naught to stop her, but reapplied himself to his task with vigor.

She gave another cry as she gave forth a lubricious release, shuddering and chasing her breath all around the room.

Childermass eased away from her, casually wiping his mouth with his hand before reaching down to take himself in hand.

"Just," she panted, "Just give me the scantest of moments…"

Childermass slowly frigged himself as he watched her recover, all her parts heaving with delight as the sweat sheened her like dewdrops.

"All right, you," she said with a smile, opening her eyes again and beckoning him forward.

Childermass laid himself atop her until she bore his weight and gave him a quirked, knowing eyebrow.

"You'll do me no harm?" she asked as he probed her wet sheath with the head of his rigid cock.

"Not for all the world," he promised as he eased himself in.

And so lubricious had been her spending that he found not the least resistance. He pushed well forward until he was fully seated and then bent to play their lips together as the length of him well filled her tightness.

Their hands roved freely, clutching what was firm and petting what was soft until he began to move in her, shallow and lazy as though all the night stretched before them without need of rest. She heaved up and down in her turn, and they quieted their moans in one another's skin as the thrill of it coiled inside and between them like kindling.

She encouraged him with quiet words of praise and excitement as she urged, "Faster, sir… Yes!" and the like as he rolled his hips in joy to give her the greatest pleasure.

He matched her thrust for thrust as she pulled at him and moved with him and called him "dear" and "love" and "darling."

Their steady pace grew first faster, then shakier, until she whined into his neck and drew him all the way in with her legs and her hands and she shook fair apart around him.

He waited then, petting and kissing her as she slowly relaxed, but still they both of them breathed hard and fast. Slowly then, they eased apart, and Dido reached for his prick, devilish hands coaxing his pleasure from him as she watched his face transform in ecstasy.

Childermass thrust wildly and spilled over her hands as she watched in wicked glee.

He swept down upon her then to crush her lips in a kiss and lay them both together in the bed, close as skin can be to skin, until their breathings finally returned to something like normal.

The night was quiet about them, and the room darkening as the candle dwindled, beginning to choke itself in its own wax.

Dido turned to bury her head in his shoulder and laughed.

Childermass smiled into the dark and asked, "Something to amuse you, Dido?"

She whispered, "And to think I had just about given up finding an agreeable companion in the household."

At this, John Childermass laughed, too, and kissed her brow.

When they were tired enough to invite sleep, John Childermass said, "Won't it behoove you to return to your own bed this night?"

"I'd far rather stay here with you, much as we both of us could do with a bath."

"Mm. And what will you do when Sarah does not find you in your room?"

"Oh, she can be made to believe anything."

"And Lucy?"

"Lucy will not mind."

"Do you tell Lucy everything, then?"

"Who else can I tell my secrets to?"

This reminder of their own small bond of servitude in place of any family to tie them elsewhere quieted them, and the pair lay together, both with their pale skin and dark hair, and finally slept.

OP here

[(Anonymous)]

I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE AMAZING.

I actually happened upon this at ao3 before I saw it there, so I've left you some slightly more coherent feedback there, but this fill is so awesome that ALL the comments are warranted.

I haven't quite got over the fact that this has been filled and there is more to come. Thank you!

And seriously, if I can return the favour, name your poison.

Re: Fill: What the Master Doesn't Know (1.5/6)

[(Anonymous)]

YES. This is the kind of smut I have been waiting for. You delivered, Anon. You delivered and then some. Bravo!!!!