Ask and ye shall receive OP. A threesome as requested.
To followers of magic all over England, it really was the most marvellous thing, a most generous action on the part of Mr and Mrs Strange, for inviting the lonely Mr Norrell to stay with them indefinitely, since Mr Strange and Mr Norrell’s return to England. Everyone considered it a most Christian, charitable act.
Of course, charity had really nothing to do with it. What these people didn’t know (mainly because of an enchantment but partly because they didn’t want to know), was that Mr Strange, his pretty wife Arabella, and the reclusive Mr Norrell, had a very interesting relationship which involved the sharing of all things. Shared home, shared meals and shared bed.
It was probably best that the people of England knew nothing of the latter.
It had been some weeks since there had been a tentative agreement that they would share everything in this relationship, and although Arabella could count herself as content with the way things were, she had to admit to a certain amount of disappointment. It was true that the three of them now occupied the same bed, but this had only been for sleeping so far. They had not quite got round to sharing everything
It was nice now that the three of them felt comfortable being affectionate with each other, in front of each other, knowing that there would be no hurt feelings. They wouldn’t be shy about holding hands, or exchanging kisses. In bed the three of them would end up entwined during the night. Arabella had found this rather stifling at first, but after a few weeks she wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
Still, things had gone no further than kisses and cuddles, and Arabella knew that she would have to be the one to take matters into her own hands. As usual.
At first, Arabella had planned to be in bed waiting for both of them; naked under the covers and a clear invitation written on her expression. But typically, Jonathan had wandered off somewhere and hadn’t been home at his usual time, and Norrell would not come to bed unless Jonathan was there.
Arabella thought that she would have more luck herding cats than she would in getting these two men to go along with her plans. Still, she was determined.
At 10 o’clock she threw on a nightdress and went in search of them.
Jonathan was still not home, which was very annoying, and so like him! Norrell, much to her surprise was in the spare bedroom, where he had slept for the first few months of his stay here. He was sat on the bed in his shirtsleeves, in the process of removing his shoes.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked.
Norrell looked like a startled squirrel. “I was going to bed.”
“In here?”
“Well, I thought…since Jonathan was not at home.”
“Oh, honestly, don’t be so ridiculous,” she said, and took his hand and led him, in his stocking feet, to their bedroom.
“It just seemed…odd, to do this when Jonathan was away,” he said by way of an apology.
Arabella smiled fondly, trying to remember a time when everything about this man irritated her. It seemed so long ago now. Had it really only been a few short months?
“You are silly,” she said kindly, taking both his hands in hers, pulling him towards the bed. “After all, it wouldn’t be the first time it has been just you and me in this bed.”
Norrell blushed scarlet, possibly the deepest blush she’d seen on him yet. “It was rather embarrassing to have Jonathan walk in like that,” he confessed.
“Well, yes,” Arabella admitted. “But apart from that? You don’t regret-”
“Oh, no!” Norrell interrupted, alarmed, shaking his head vehemently. “No, it was very…” he trailed off with another blush.
“Good?” she offered. “Exciting?”
“It was wonderful,” he muttered, staring at her hands in his. She squeezed them reassuringly.
“It was,” she agreed. It had surprised her, but it had been wonderful. Mostly because she felt that it was the start of something very wonderful. “I’ve thought about it many times over the last few weeks,” she admitted.
“Really?” Norrell said, sounding so much like a little boy. Arabella was reminded of Jonathan again. Funny, how these two men were so different, yet so alike.
She nodded. “I was thinking how much I’d like to do it again. Would you like that?”
“Tonight?” he asked, as if she wasn’t quite giving him enough notice. Arabella knew a stalling tactic when she heard one though, and the light of desire in his small, blue eyes told her that he wouldn’t need much convincing.
She pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed, like she had done a few weeks ago. Norrell swallowed audibly, still unaccountably nervous around her.
Her fingers untied his cravat then worked his waistcoat open. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his breath starting to quicken. She really loved the way he let her lead everything. She knew it was mostly down to his natural reticence, but she revelled in the fact that he was hers to do with as she pleased. He seemed to enjoy it too, if the bulge forming in the front of his breeches was anything to go by. And let’s face it; nobody could make Gilbert Norrell do something he didn’t want to do.
Waistcoat and cravat discarded, Arabella loosened his shirt and pushed it up over his head, baring him from the waist up.
She climbed up onto his lap, took his face into her hands and kissed him. He was not hesitant about this; he kissed her back, his hands splaying across her back, pulling her into him. It seemed the one thing that he was totally at ease doing, and Arabella wasn’t going to complain; his kisses made her lightheaded.
Thankful for his slight weight, she rolled them both so that he lay back against the pillows, where she lay atop him, deepening their kiss and entwining her tongue with his. Norrell’s hands moved from her back into her hair, pulling it away from his face, angling her head to deepen the kiss as much as he could.
She smiled against his mouth then pulled back. “You kiss like Jonathan,” she said, pressing her lips to his cheek, feeling coarse stubble scratch at her soft skin.
“So do you,” he murmured, capturing her mouth once again.
They kissed until their lips felt quite bruised.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her. She looked at him in surprise. She had never thought to hear those words from him.
For his part he seemed very confused. Confused as to why he had confessed to finding her beautiful and confused as to why someone so beautiful was paying him any attention at all.
“Thank you,” she replied, her smile quite radiantly happy.
A few more kisses and Arabella was feeling rather overheated. She sat up and gazed down at Norrell. The ever present blush fanned out across his torso, mottling the usually flawless white skin. This time as she leant forward, her lips pressed to the hollow of his throat, scraping at the skin with her teeth. She then worked downwards, sliding herself down the bed as she placed wet, sucking kisses between his loose pectoral muscles and over the slightly rounded belly.
Arabella stopped when she got to the waistband of his breeches and glanced up at him coyly through her long lashes, knowing that she was teasing most awfully. His chest was heaving and he was biting his bottom lip as he watched her.
Bending her head again, Arabella placed kisses along the skin of his belly, just above his waistband, whilst her hands smoothed up his sides and over his chest, tracing circles around his nipples. She could feel the heat coming from his groin as his cock was trying to break through his trousers. He was starting to make breathy little whimpering noises.
Deciding she had teased long enough she sat up a little and worked the front of his breeches open. He goggled at her, scarcely believing what was happening, as she worked his erection free from his breeches and smallclothes and he let out a shocked cry as her tongue swiped over the wet tip.
She grinned up at him mischievously but had to stifle her own groan at the picture he made, panting and sweating, red faced and writhing beneath her. Desperate for her.
Arabella diligently set back to work, tormenting him at first with soft kisses and delicate licks, then, once she was sure he was going to start cursing her if she didn’t do something she took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked.
Norrell let out another sharp cry and his hips twitched as he forced himself not to thrust into her hot mouth. His hands buried themselves in her loose hair; not forcing her movements, just resting in the dark locks, running his fingers through them.
She set a rhythm, alternately teasing him with the wet slide of her mouth, and driving him to the brink as she sucked at the hard flesh.
She was just contemplating whether she wanted to finish him off like this or have him take her properly when she was rudely interrupted.
“I just can’t leave you two alone for one minute, can I?” came Jonathan’s insufferably smug voice from the doorway.
Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (1/2)
To followers of magic all over England, it really was the most marvellous thing, a most generous action on the part of Mr and Mrs Strange, for inviting the lonely Mr Norrell to stay with them indefinitely, since Mr Strange and Mr Norrell’s return to England. Everyone considered it a most Christian, charitable act.
Of course, charity had really nothing to do with it. What these people didn’t know (mainly because of an enchantment but partly because they didn’t want to know), was that Mr Strange, his pretty wife Arabella, and the reclusive Mr Norrell, had a very interesting relationship which involved the sharing of all things. Shared home, shared meals and shared bed.
It was probably best that the people of England knew nothing of the latter.
It had been some weeks since there had been a tentative agreement that they would share everything in this relationship, and although Arabella could count herself as content with the way things were, she had to admit to a certain amount of disappointment. It was true that the three of them now occupied the same bed, but this had only been for sleeping so far. They had not quite got round to sharing everything
It was nice now that the three of them felt comfortable being affectionate with each other, in front of each other, knowing that there would be no hurt feelings. They wouldn’t be shy about holding hands, or exchanging kisses. In bed the three of them would end up entwined during the night. Arabella had found this rather stifling at first, but after a few weeks she wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
Still, things had gone no further than kisses and cuddles, and Arabella knew that she would have to be the one to take matters into her own hands. As usual.
At first, Arabella had planned to be in bed waiting for both of them; naked under the covers and a clear invitation written on her expression. But typically, Jonathan had wandered off somewhere and hadn’t been home at his usual time, and Norrell would not come to bed unless Jonathan was there.
Arabella thought that she would have more luck herding cats than she would in getting these two men to go along with her plans. Still, she was determined.
At 10 o’clock she threw on a nightdress and went in search of them.
Jonathan was still not home, which was very annoying, and so like him! Norrell, much to her surprise was in the spare bedroom, where he had slept for the first few months of his stay here. He was sat on the bed in his shirtsleeves, in the process of removing his shoes.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked.
Norrell looked like a startled squirrel. “I was going to bed.”
“In here?”
“Well, I thought…since Jonathan was not at home.”
“Oh, honestly, don’t be so ridiculous,” she said, and took his hand and led him, in his stocking feet, to their bedroom.
“It just seemed…odd, to do this when Jonathan was away,” he said by way of an apology.
Arabella smiled fondly, trying to remember a time when everything about this man irritated her. It seemed so long ago now. Had it really only been a few short months?
“You are silly,” she said kindly, taking both his hands in hers, pulling him towards the bed. “After all, it wouldn’t be the first time it has been just you and me in this bed.”
Norrell blushed scarlet, possibly the deepest blush she’d seen on him yet. “It was rather embarrassing to have Jonathan walk in like that,” he confessed.
“Well, yes,” Arabella admitted. “But apart from that? You don’t regret-”
“Oh, no!” Norrell interrupted, alarmed, shaking his head vehemently. “No, it was very…” he trailed off with another blush.
“Good?” she offered. “Exciting?”
“It was wonderful,” he muttered, staring at her hands in his. She squeezed them reassuringly.
“It was,” she agreed. It had surprised her, but it had been wonderful. Mostly because she felt that it was the start of something very wonderful. “I’ve thought about it many times over the last few weeks,” she admitted.
“Really?” Norrell said, sounding so much like a little boy. Arabella was reminded of Jonathan again. Funny, how these two men were so different, yet so alike.
She nodded. “I was thinking how much I’d like to do it again. Would you like that?”
“Tonight?” he asked, as if she wasn’t quite giving him enough notice. Arabella knew a stalling tactic when she heard one though, and the light of desire in his small, blue eyes told her that he wouldn’t need much convincing.
She pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed, like she had done a few weeks ago. Norrell swallowed audibly, still unaccountably nervous around her.
Her fingers untied his cravat then worked his waistcoat open. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his breath starting to quicken. She really loved the way he let her lead everything. She knew it was mostly down to his natural reticence, but she revelled in the fact that he was hers to do with as she pleased. He seemed to enjoy it too, if the bulge forming in the front of his breeches was anything to go by. And let’s face it; nobody could make Gilbert Norrell do something he didn’t want to do.
Waistcoat and cravat discarded, Arabella loosened his shirt and pushed it up over his head, baring him from the waist up.
She climbed up onto his lap, took his face into her hands and kissed him. He was not hesitant about this; he kissed her back, his hands splaying across her back, pulling her into him. It seemed the one thing that he was totally at ease doing, and Arabella wasn’t going to complain; his kisses made her lightheaded.
Thankful for his slight weight, she rolled them both so that he lay back against the pillows, where she lay atop him, deepening their kiss and entwining her tongue with his. Norrell’s hands moved from her back into her hair, pulling it away from his face, angling her head to deepen the kiss as much as he could.
She smiled against his mouth then pulled back. “You kiss like Jonathan,” she said, pressing her lips to his cheek, feeling coarse stubble scratch at her soft skin.
“So do you,” he murmured, capturing her mouth once again.
They kissed until their lips felt quite bruised.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her. She looked at him in surprise. She had never thought to hear those words from him.
For his part he seemed very confused. Confused as to why he had confessed to finding her beautiful and confused as to why someone so beautiful was paying him any attention at all.
“Thank you,” she replied, her smile quite radiantly happy.
A few more kisses and Arabella was feeling rather overheated. She sat up and gazed down at Norrell. The ever present blush fanned out across his torso, mottling the usually flawless white skin. This time as she leant forward, her lips pressed to the hollow of his throat, scraping at the skin with her teeth. She then worked downwards, sliding herself down the bed as she placed wet, sucking kisses between his loose pectoral muscles and over the slightly rounded belly.
Arabella stopped when she got to the waistband of his breeches and glanced up at him coyly through her long lashes, knowing that she was teasing most awfully. His chest was heaving and he was biting his bottom lip as he watched her.
Bending her head again, Arabella placed kisses along the skin of his belly, just above his waistband, whilst her hands smoothed up his sides and over his chest, tracing circles around his nipples. She could feel the heat coming from his groin as his cock was trying to break through his trousers. He was starting to make breathy little whimpering noises.
Deciding she had teased long enough she sat up a little and worked the front of his breeches open. He goggled at her, scarcely believing what was happening, as she worked his erection free from his breeches and smallclothes and he let out a shocked cry as her tongue swiped over the wet tip.
She grinned up at him mischievously but had to stifle her own groan at the picture he made, panting and sweating, red faced and writhing beneath her. Desperate for her.
Arabella diligently set back to work, tormenting him at first with soft kisses and delicate licks, then, once she was sure he was going to start cursing her if she didn’t do something she took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked.
Norrell let out another sharp cry and his hips twitched as he forced himself not to thrust into her hot mouth. His hands buried themselves in her loose hair; not forcing her movements, just resting in the dark locks, running his fingers through them.
She set a rhythm, alternately teasing him with the wet slide of her mouth, and driving him to the brink as she sucked at the hard flesh.
She was just contemplating whether she wanted to finish him off like this or have him take her properly when she was rudely interrupted.
“I just can’t leave you two alone for one minute, can I?” came Jonathan’s insufferably smug voice from the doorway.