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☆ Round Two!
Welcome to the second round of the Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell Kink Meme at jsmn_kinkmeme!
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■ Have fun! :)
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☆ Previous Rounds: Round One
jsmn_kinkmeme!Below are some basic guidelines, but please make sure you also check out our complete Rules & Guidelines.
Guidelines:
■ Anonymously comment with your request – a character/pairing/nthsome, and a kink or prompt.
■ Only one prompt per post.
■ Fillers please link your fills in the Fills Post!
■ Have fun! :)
Keep in mind:
■ Any kinks welcomed!
■ The fill/request does not need to be sexual or porny.
■ Multiple fills are allowed.
■ Fills can be any sort of creative work: fic, art, song, photomanip, etc.
■ Beware of spoilers! Prompters and requesters are encouraged to warn for spoilers, but this rule is not enforced.
■ Warning for non-con, dub-con, abuse, slurs/language, and other potentially disturbing subjects is encouraged but be aware we do not enforce this.
■ Would fillers please make sure when posting a fill in multiple parts that they thread their comments by replying to previous parts.
Links:
☆ Mod Post
☆ Fills Post
☆ Discussion Post
☆ Misfire deletion requests
☆ Previous Rounds: Round One
Fill: Everything You Always Wanted (7/10)
(Anonymous) 2015-09-06 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)That there had been a shift in her relationship with Mr Norrell was undeniable. Even Jonathan had remarked how much better they had been getting on.
“I find it strange that I still call him Mr Norrell,” Arabella said to Jonathan one morning over breakfast. Norrell had not made it down, but that was not unusual.
Jonathan winced a little. “Just don’t start calling him Gilbert,” he said in warning. “He hates that.”
Her husband obviously spoke from experience, so she deferred to him on this matter. She wasn’t fond of that name either, to be honest, so she was happy to respect his wishes.
Arabella found herself wanting to spend more time with Norrell, especially when Jonathan was away. Before, she had only herself for company around the house. She had friends that she visited of course, but it wasn’t quite the same as having someone at home, where she could relax.
She was also noticing other things. One morning, before he left for the Commons, she watched as Jonathan said something to Norrell, which made the older man smile broadly. It was the most honest, happy smile she had ever seen him give and she couldn’t help but think it a rather lovely smile.
When she made love with Jonathan she couldn’t help but wonder if he was the same with Norrell. Obviously there would be some difference, but was he as attentive and as exuberant? And what of Norrell, who was so shy and retiring. Surely there was something about him that kept Jonathan’s interest.
When she was alone she thought about it even more, because there was nothing to distract her then.
She almost asked Jonathan, but at the last moment changed her mind, blushing deeply at just the thought of the conversation.
On one night when Jonathan went to the Bedford, Arabella had gone to bed early. She had been going over the plans to redecorate the sitting room and she was left feeling so tired that she had barely been able to keep her eyes open at dinner. Yet when she was in bed she found that she could not fall asleep. In fact, she had been filled with that same curious energy as before, as though she would quite like to do something reckless.
Finding sleep elusive and the bed strangely uncomfortable, she put a dressing gown on over her nightdress and padded downstairs in bare feet. There was a light coming from the library and for a moment she thought that Jonathan was home early. She discovered that it was Norrell, reading through Jonathan’s notes, the ones for his new book.
He jumped up when she came through the door, maybe feeling guilty at having been caught looking at the notes. He had no reason to; she knew Jonathan would be happy for him to read them. She said as much to Norrell and he relaxed his shoulders a little in relief.
“Jonathan is so prolific. I do envy that.” Everyone knew that Norrell had more thoughts on the subject of magic than anyone in the world, but found it impossible to commit them to paper except in copious, long-winded notes.
“It comes from having an untidy mind, I think,” she said as she approached the desk. “It all just sort of, falls out of his head.”
Norrell looked down at the desk and wrinkled his nose. “Not just an untidy mind.”
The desk, the whole room in fact, looked like a paper factory had exploded in it. Arabella laughed fondly, and Norrell smiled one of those genuine smiles that Arabella had taken such a fancy to. Something must have shown in her face, for Norrell’s eyes went a little wide, and he swallowed audibly. It was then that he noticed that she was in her night clothes.
“Mrs Strange,” he began but she cut him off.
“Arabella,” she said, stepping round the desk towards him. He backed up a little, but was blocked by the arm of the chair. “There’s no need to scuttle off,” she said with a kind smile. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
He still looked warily at her. She cocked her head to one side, and examined his face for a moment.
“Are you happy?” she asked after a moment.
He blinked in surprise. Whatever he expected her to say, that was not it. “Yes,” he said, then frowned at himself, as if he had not expected himself to be so honest.
“Good,” she replied, reaching for his hand.
His skin was smooth and warm and flawless. She squeezed his hand affectionately and then smiled at him. “I am happy too,” she said. “I am glad you came to live with us.”
For a moment she thought that Norrell was going to burst in to tears, he looked so overwhelmed by her words. “It is very kind of you to say so.”
Finally giving in to the impulse she had a few times now, she stepped forward into Norrell’s personal space, and kissed him lightly on the lips. He looked startled, but he didn’t back away.
“Why did you do that?” he asked; his voice sounded as though it was being strained through an accordion.
She smiled. “I just wanted to,” she said with a shrug. “I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to.” She looked up at him through her lashes, coyly, flirtatiously. “Do you not want me to?”
Norrell looked as though he was about to say something, but he was too mesmerized by her lips that he forgot what he was going to say.
When he did not answer she stepped forward again, and placed her lips more firmly to his. He let out a little squeak, but he did press back, very tentatively, as though he had only ever kissed his maiden aunt before.
She backed away and pursed her lips. “Now, I know you can do better than that,” she challenged, and before she had time to press forward once more, he swept her up and kissed her soundly. And it was good; so good that she forgot to breathe and had to pull away before she suffocated.
She only needed a moment though, before she kissed him again, with as much fervour as before. She buried her hands in his hair, and his hands held her firmly by her trim waist. She wasn’t used to kissing someone so short, but she found it rather refreshing not to have to reach up, or get onto her tiptoes.
Meanwhile, his tongue found its way into her mouth and his arms wound their way around her, crushing her to his body. He kissed so much like Jonathan that she suddenly remembered the kiss she had seen, and as a hot lance of desire sliced through her she moaned into his mouth.
Norrell pulled away from the kiss, and they both stood there, panting hard, lips red a swollen. His hair was a mess and his blue eyes were almost black, the pupils wide, partly from the darkness, partly from desire. She knew that look, even if she wasn’t used to seeing it on this particular face.
“I thought this would feel wrong,” Norrell said finally.
“You have thought about this?” Arabella asked, her fingers twisting through the brown and grey curls on his head. “So have I,” she said when he nodded in reply. “I don’t think it’s wrong. I’m practically your wife as well.”
Norrell looked at her as though she was something rare and precious, and she found that she rather liked that look. She felt alive and wonderful from his kisses and she wanted more. Arabella kissed him again. It started out slow, but as they fanned the flames between them it grew in passion, until she was pushing him firmly against the arm of the chair, and he was struggling to pull her closer to him. She could feel his erection stirring against her thigh and the excitement of it all made her so wet that if she didn’t do something right now she thought she might explode.
“Come to bed with me,” she breathed against his mouth.
He gasped, but he took her hand and let himself be led to the bedroom.
Fill: Everything You Always Wanted (8/10)
(Anonymous) 2015-09-06 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)By the time they had got to the bedroom, most of Norrell’s former boldness had deserted him. He closed the door after them and then leaned against it, looking nervously at the room; mostly at the bed. Jonathan and Arabella’s marriage bed.
“I said I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to,” Arabella reminded him. “I meant it. Anything you don’t feel comfortable with, we won’t do.” Norrell nodded, but said nothing further and didn’t move.
In the end she took his hands and pulled him further into the room, to stand beside the bed.
“Kiss me again,” she said, “I so enjoyed your kisses.”
He complied, kissing her with a skill he had almost certainly learned from Jonathan and she responded enthusiastically. His confidence was starting to return, and when she heard his muffled groan of pleasure, and felt it vibrate against her tongue, she pulled back, determined to move things along as quickly as possible.
She stepped back from him and he stood transfixed as she removed her nightclothes and finally stood before him completely naked. His mouth dropped open in a look that she would have found funny if she hadn’t been so aroused by the ardent look of desire she also saw on his face.
She gently pushed him down so that he was sat on the edge of the bed. He sat there, still fully clothed, looking up at Arabella with awe and desire, and not a little nervousness.
Norrell remained motionless, at a complete loss as to how to proceed, so Arabella took his right hand in hers and confidently placed it on her right breast. His gasp turned into a groan and he remained captivated by the sight of the small swell of flesh in his hand. His hand was small and warm, and felt wonderful against her chilled skin.
Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed, gently at first, and then more firmly. He seemed amazed at the softness of her breast, the way it yielded to his touch, and was equally amazed at her reaction as he touched.
She gasped and her nipple hardened under his palm. Curiously he ran his index finger around the swollen nub and watched as it puckered and hardened even further. He pinched it lightly and immediately withdrew when she let out a cry.
“No, don’t stop,” she said, putting his hand back where it had been. “That feels good. I like that.”
He did as he was told. Clearly he was hers to command. The thought sent a thrill through Arabella. During her first time with Jonathan she had understood, although it was not something she mentioned, that although he was her first, she was not his. She didn’t mind. She had been nervous and was pleased that he had known what to do. Since then she had taken control of their love making at times, but this was different. She was guiding someone through their first experience with a woman, and the power she felt from it made her feel lightheaded.
Norrell took the initiative to pay her left breast the same attention, and she rewarded his actions with a breathless moan; an assurance that he was doing this right. He seemed so fascinated with her breasts, alternating between stroking and squeezing; pinching her nipples then soothing them with delicate touches, circling them, teasing them to an aching hardness.
As wonderful as it was, the rest of her body was crying out for attention. It was up to her to guide him. Taking his hands once again, she had him stroke down her stomach, down to a sensitive patch of skin at her hip. Norrell got the idea, and continue smoothing his hands along her body, tracing every curve of her, paying more attention to any part that made her gasp or moan. It felt wonderful, empowering to be explored so ardently, as though her body was a delightful mystery to be studied and solved.
There was still one place that needed to be explored, and she knew that she would have to be the guide again. She brought one of his hands up to her mouth, and he watched open-mouthed as she sucked his index and middle fingers into her mouth, slowly, deliberately, swirling her tongue around them, making them slick. His eyes became heavy lidded as he watched her and he bit his lip to stop from groaning out loud when she sucked hard on the digits in her mouth.
He was panting for breath by the time she release his fingers with a wet pop. She grinned triumphantly, that she had managed to undo him so thoroughly with so simple an action.
She climbed onto the bed with him, her knees resting either side of his hips, but she held herself above him, not yet settling onto his lap. She then guided his hand between her legs and his warm, clever fingers ran through the soft curls that covered her mound and down to her opening, which was slick and hot. She watched his face intently as he discovered the wetness at her centre. He looked at her with shock, as though he had not thought she could be so aroused, as though. He still didn’t quite trust that she wanted him.
“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she said, feeling bold. She was excited by her own words and this time they both moaned as her body released another wet trickle onto his fingers. She showed him exactly where to touch her. She showed him how she liked to be touched, moved his wet fingers in a circular rhythm around her clitoris until he had found the rhythm and she let him carry on by himself, whilst she rested her hands on his shoulders for support.
His face was so close to her breasts; she could feel his hot breath fan across them, coming quicker and quicker as her own excited gasps grew louder and more passionate. As her pleasure increased, she started grinding against his fingers, desperate for more friction, her breast bounced lightly as she moved. Quite on instinct, and without needing to be told, he pressed his face to her bobbing breasts. His breath was hot and wet against her, his slight stubble scratched against the soft skin.
“Yes!” she hissed, one hand finding its way into his hair as she held him to her. “Use your mouth.”
He teased at first, planting gentle little kisses across them before finally doing what she really wanted. He took on nipple into his hot mouth, and she let out a cry as the sensation shot straight to her groin, where his fingers were still diligently working her towards the edge.
“A little harder!” she said, almost whining in frustration. She was almost there. Just a little harder. “A little faster!”
He did as he was told and started rubbing against her firmly and quickly, relentlessly. And then all Arabella could do was hold onto him and let herself get swept along by the wave of pleasure that was cresting over her.
She was so close, so close. Just a little more. She was vaguely aware that she was babbling away, riding his fingers quite shamelessly and holding onto him a little too tightly. But she was so close that if she didn’t come soon, she thought she might cry.
At that moment Norrell sucked hard at the nipple in his mouth, and Arabella felt the wave crash down over her. She would have cried out, except she lost all her breath, so no sound came out. She quivered as the sensations rippled through her body, finally ebbing.
She took a deep shuddering breath and, quite exhausted from it all, collapsed forward onto Norrell. He had not expected to have to bear her weight, so he fell backwards and the two of them ended up sprawled across the bed.
Arabella laughed warmly, pressing her face to his shoulder. His hand tentatively came up to stroke at her hair, and she found that she was touched by such a simple display of affection.
Fill: Everything You Always Wanted (9/10)
(Anonymous) 2015-09-06 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)Arabella reached up to kiss him; just a tender kiss. As she broke away he looked up at her with that same look of wonderment, as if this was all a dream that he thought he would wake up from at any moment. It made Arabella smile. It was the same look Jonathan had given her when she first suggested that Norrell should come and live with them.
“That was wonderful,” she said, kissing him again. “Thank you.”
He smiled a shy smile and Arabella traced it lightly with her fingers. He looked so dishevelled, with his hair a mess, his lips red and swollen, his clothing crumpled from where she had clung to him.
She sat up again, this time she did settle down onto his hips and she could feel his erection straining urgently against the restrictive material of his breeches. He let out a gasp as she pressed her body weight against him, and his hands went to her hips. She experimentally rolled her hips and observed as Norrell’s eyes rolled back and he was forced to close them against the onslaught of sensation.
Arabella felt her mouth go dry, and even though she had just found her own completion, she was feeling a familiar tingle start at her core once more.
She continued to tease, rocking herself against him, feeling him getting harder beneath her. His hands gripped her hips more firmly and he was guiding her movements, encouraging her to go faster, harder. Arabella stopped her movements and Norrell’s eyes flew open, pleading with her.
“No, please don’t stop,” he begged. She rather liked hearing him beg, but she didn’t want to torture the man all night.
“I’m just getting started,” she said. She leant over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then climbed off him. “Let’s get into bed.”
She climbed under the covers, and waited patiently for him.
Norrell stared at the bed uncertainly for a while, wary of it. Arabella just smiled at him, until he made the decision to join her. She let out a happy little laugh as he advanced towards her.
“Take your clothes off first!” she said. Norrell looked down at himself, as though he had completely forgotten that he was wearing any clothes.
He started to remove them, and, when he saw that she was watching, had to turn his back on her, not wanting to see her watching him.
He had undressed quickly and dived under the covers even quicker, bringing them up to his chin to cover his whole body. Arabella smiled patiently, but wasn’t going to let him get shy again now. She pulled back the covers a little, and settled back into her previous position on his lap. This time they were touching, skin to skin and she could feel the hot, thick column of his arousal against her own damp heat now.
They both breathed a sigh when she settled down onto him. “That’s better,” she said as she wriggled in his lap, making him squirm beneath her.
He was sat back against the high stack of pillows, her breast hanging tantalisingly in front of his face once more. Norrell reached out to touch them, but Arabella took his hand away immediately and shook her head.
“They’re a little too sensitive at the moment,” she explained. “And anyway,” she continued, sliding her hand down his chest, down to his stomach where she circled the belly-button set into his soft, slightly rounded belly, “it’s your turn now.”
Norrell leaned forward to kiss her, feeling his previous boldness return. He kissed along her chin and down, pausing to suck at the pulse that leapt beneath the pale, white skin of her throat. In the meantime, her fingers traced a thin line of hair that started at his belly, running down to his groin, where the hair became thicker, wirier.
He sucked hard at her throat as she took his straining erection into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She felt it throb in her palm, and as she touched the tip Norrell gasped into her shoulder and a few beads of fluid leaked out onto her fingers. Now, as she stroked him firmly, up and down, her way was eased by the sticky fluid. Norrell was thrusting into her hand now, holding onto her hips now merely for support as she pushed him further and further towards madness.
Arabella’s mouth had gone completely dry, and there was a low, burning sensation building at the base of her spine. She knew what she wanted now. She wanted to sink down onto the hard cock in her hand, she wanted to ride him furiously and watch him come apart beneath her.
The very idea! It thrilled her. She had never had another man inside her, had never wanted one before now. But now she wanted this, with him.
She kissed him forcefully, biting at his lips. “I want you inside me,” she panted out against his open mouth. He surged forward into her hand, and for a moment she thought that he had reached his completion, but he was just as hard as before; still leaking profusely from the tip, but still a little way off finishing.
He was taking deep breaths, clearly trying to control himself. Arabella feared it would all be over as soon as she took him inside her, but the idea that he was so ready to explode, that he was so aroused, it was burning her up inside.
Without any further preamble, she took hold of him, raised herself up, and sat down forcefully, impaling herself on him. She let out a cry of surprise at how good it felt, but it was drowned out by his louder cry, that made her ears ring.
She paused for a moment and saw that he had screwed his eyes shut and was holding himself rigidly still. His teeth were sunk hard into his bottom lip and he was breathing rapidly through his nose.
“Are you all right?” she whispered, not daring to move. He nodded frantically, his teeth biting harder at his lip, so hard that she was sure he would bite right through it. “It’s all right,” she soothed. “You can let go. I want to feel you let go.”
Arabella pushed him back against the pillows and, holding him down by his shoulders, started to roll her hips, slowly at first. He wasn’t quite as close to orgasm as she had thought; clearly he had managed to claw back some self-control. She had to remember, he might never have been with a woman before, but he was not, technically, a virgin.
He finally opened his eyes, which were glassy and unfocused, his pupils blown wide with desire. She moved faster now, raising up and grinding down, her wet channel sliding along his cock with ease. She squeezed her inner muscles and was rewarded with a yelp of pleasure from Norrell, who was watching her breast bounce with every movement. He cupped them both in his hands, forgetting that she had warned him against it earlier. She cried out, her nipples so sensitive that it bordered on painful, but she didn’t stop him. She could feel something building inside her once more, much to her surprise. She hadn’t expected this little encounter to be so…satisfying.
She was riding him frantically now, her fingernails biting into Norrell’s shoulders.
“So good,” she choked out, feeling herself running out of breath once again. “You feel so good inside me,” she said, knowing it would excite him, hoping it would drive him over the edge. “I want to feel you come,” she continued. “Feels so good.”
Quite without instruction, Norrell reached down and pressed his thumb into her clitoris, just as one hand cruelly twisted her nipple. Arabella let out a wail as pleasure, sharp as a knife edge sliced through her, starting at her centre, travelling up her spine.
She ground down on him, her body pulsating around him. Just as she had wished, he came apart beneath her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down roughly onto him, just as he thrust up sharply, crying out and spilling inside her.
Arabella blinked, dazed from her second orgasm, one that she hadn’t expected at all. She was still holding his shoulders in a tight grip, he was still clutching at her hips, his blunt fingers digging into the pliant flesh. They were both red and sweaty and gasping for breath.
And it was at that moment that Arabella realised they were not alone.
Fill: Everything You Always Wanted (10/10)
(Anonymous) 2015-09-06 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)Arabella let out a scream as she looked across the room and saw her husband, standing in the doorway, open-mouthed in shock, his wide eyes taking in the scene before him.
“Jonathan!” she shrieked. Belatedly she realised that she was still sitting astride Norrell’s hips, and he was still buried inside her body. She climbed off with as much grace as the situation allowed and tried to hide her nakedness with the covers.
Norrell had also hidden under the covers, completely. He was now just a lump on one side of the bed.
And Jonathan was still just standing there, staring, with a shock writ plainly on his face. Arabella couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not and suddenly she was filled with fear, and cursing herself and her desire to do something ‘reckless’. What a fool she was!
“Jonathan?” she asked. “Jonathan, please say something.”
He merely blinked at her a few times, then turned around and went out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Arabella, after being completely unsuccessful at talking Norrell out from under the covers, put on her nightdress and went in search of her husband.
She didn’t have to search long. He was in the library, sitting in the half dark with only a few lit candles for light. Arabella swallowed hard, feeling like a lump had formed in her throat. Jonathan looked a little frightening, sat there in the gloom.
She approached him, of course. This was her husband; he would never hurt her.
“Jonathan?” she whispered, approaching cautiously.
He looked up at her, his face studiously blank. “Bell! Have you had a good evening?”
Arabella grew impatient. If he wanted to get angry and yell about this, she wanted him to get it over with. “Jonathan! Stop being so ridiculous and talk to me!”
Jonathan suddenly couldn’t quite hold it in. He burst out laughing and laughed until he had given himself hiccups. Arabella could have hit him.
“You really are the most infuriating,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself defensively. “There was me thinking you were angry or upset. There was me worrying about you. I don’t know why I bother.”
“Angry?” Jonathan said after holding his breath to stop his hiccups. “Upset? Bell, I’m utterly bewildered! You have shown no indication that you even like Norrell, let alone want to do…that with him.” He stared wildly ahead, as though he was playing it out in his mind.
Arabella had to admit, her husband had a point. “I suppose I didn’t like him, at first,” she confessed. “A person’s feelings can change. Yours did.”
“Yes, my love, but that is quite different. Norrell is a part of me.” He ran a hand across his face in frustration. “It’s hard to explain.”
“No, I understand,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “I’ve told you time and again that I understand. I’ve always understood. You just didn’t believe me.”
Jonathan gave her that look again, like she was a miracle that he had just witnessed.
“You are part of him and he is part of you,” she kissed his knuckles. “And I love you. Everything about you. Including him.”
“Oh, Bell,” he whispered reverently.
“I confess that tonight I got a little carried away,” she said, suddenly feeling mortified that she had been caught being so wanton and shameless.
Jonathan just laughed again. “Carried away? No that’s quite an understatement.”
“How much did you see?” she asked, feeling herself blush from head to toe, her head buzzing with embarrassment.
“Enough,” Jonathan said with the slyest, naughtiest grin she had ever seen him give. “I’d forgotten how bossy you can get.”
Arabella looked down at her feet. “You are not angry?”
“Angry?”
“About what we did?”
“And what right would I have to be angry?”
Arabella thought about it for a moment. He had a point, but although it wasn’t rational for him to be angry, the human heart was almost never rational. She considered that, even though he had another lover, he might resent her having one. She explained as much to him.
“Not at all. I have always hoped that the two of you would learn to get along a little better,” Jonathan said.
“This went a little beyond ‘getting along’,” she answered.
“It was a rather radical interpretation of the text, I admit, but still…”
Jonathan fell silent and contemplative for a moment and Arabella was forced to wait patiently for him to say anything further. Eventually he sat back and looked up at her searchingly.
“Bell, have you ever wanted something so much, but were convinced that you never be able to have it?”
Arabella sat on the edge of the desk in front of him. “Of course. For four years I wanted nothing more than for you to come home.”
“How did you feel when you finally got what you longed for?”
“Like, it was too good to be true. I always thought there would be some catch, some loop-hole somewhere.” She smiled ironically. “I was right, as well.”
He chuckled and admitted she had been correct. “I wanted nothing more than to have my two loves with me forever. And when I got what wanted, I assumed that there would be something around the corner that would spoil everything.”
“And?” she asked, wondering if she had been the one to spoil everything.
“You and Norrell argued about anything and everything. I thought for a while that everything was going to fall apart.”
Arabella sighed. “And there was me thinking you found the whole thing terribly amusing.”
“Oh, I did, but I still thought one of you would end up leaving.”
“And now? How do you feel now?”
Jonathan’s eyes where shining in the low light. Arabella thought that maybe he was crying, but she couldn’t quite tell. She reached out to touch his cheek, and his own hand came up to cover hers. He placed a kiss on the palm and smiled up her.
“For a long time I have harboured a fantasy,” he began, kissing up her wrist, pulling her off the desk and towards him.
“A fantasy?” she asked, sitting on his knee, letting him kiss his way up her arm and over her shoulder.
“Yes, a particularly sordid little fantasy.” He carried on kissing, working his way up her neck.
Arabella breathed a sigh. “Oh, really? Do tell.”
Jonathan hummed against her throat and she shivered at the vibration of it.
“It involves me coming home and finding my wife and my lover thoroughly enjoying one another.”
She gasps as he raked his teeth against her skin. “That does sound very sordid,” she said, shifting a little on his lap. She winced, still feeling quite sore and sensitive.
“I told you. The trouble is if this little fantasy comes true, then I really will have everything I ever wished for.”
“And you would worry that it would all be too good to be true,” she finished for him. He nodded against her shoulder.
“After all,” he said, “my return to you came at a price, didn’t it.” He sounded so dreadfully guilty that Arabella couldn’t wait to reassure him.
“I thought it was that at first. I thought it was the price I had to pay for getting you back, and it was by no means too steep a price, but…” she trailed off, not knowing how to continue. In the meantime Jonathan was going mad waiting for her to finish.
“Bell?”
She looked into his eyes, the low candlelight making them glitter so strangely. “Maybe I got something that I didn’t even know I wanted. Until now.”
Jonathan kissed her forcefully, desperately. “Oh Bell, my love!” he cried after he broke the kiss.
“Maybe we just need to learn to accept that good things really do happen,” she said.
“You really are very wise, Mrs Strange.”
“I know,” she answered with a smile. “I’m also exhausted,” she said with a sigh.
Jonathan’s face broke out into that cheeky grin again. “I’m not surprised.” Arabella playfully hit him on the shoulder and he just kissed her nose in response. “I suppose we should go to bed.”
“Norrell is probably still hiding under the covers,” she said as they blew out the candles and left the library. “You’ll probably have more luck coaxing him out than I did.”
Jonathan paused in the hallway. With her hand still in his she was stopped in her tracks as well. Arabella looked up at him, her eyebrow raised. “Something wrong?”
“We could just…leave him where he is,” Jonathan suggested. He had that look about him again, like he had asked for too much when he should have been grateful for what he already had.
Arabella smiled and nodded. “It is a big enough bed.” Her husband just shook his head in disbelief, but couldn’t help but smile.
He paused again halfway up the stairs, looking a little awkward, hesitant, Arabella would have said.
“I think this is going to take some getting used to,” Jonathan admitted.
Arabella smiled deviously. “Oh, you’ll adapt. Trust me.”
Re: Fill: Everything You Always Wanted (10/10)
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 10:23 am (UTC)(link)Fandom's fascination with Norrell's hair is one of my favourite things in the world, I've sort of made it my mission to mention it as much as I can.
So pleased you enjoyed the fic.
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-06 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)Secondly... ... ... That was the actual sound of me sitting here speechless. I have just devoured this fic but now I'm going to have to go back and read it again - and again - and again - and maybe a dozen times more after that, at least. In a way I kind of feel like I should thank myself for this fic, because I'm pretty sure I must have come to my computer last night - sleepwalking - and written this myself. That's the only possible explanation for how you managed to get every single detail of this exactly as I wanted and imagined it. I AM SO HAPPY!
OMG A!A, allow me to extol your virtues here. This was incredibly hot. Prim, proper, fussy Norrell being reduced to a disheveled, panting, quivering mess of sexual desire is my biggest KINK of all, and you delivered on that front IN SPADES. But it is also so beautifully written and really heartfelt, and you gave such excellent insight into Arabella's and Jonathan's characters and relationship that I feel like I got an unexpected gift from this fic. It is full of wonderful moments and lines but I was really struck by this one:
There was genuine evil in the world and Jonathan, standing there desperate and sad with his heart full of love was not one of them.
Straight to my heart, direct hit. Beautiful. And of course, after what she has been through, Arabella would think of it like that. And I love her for it. Also, at the end, Norrell hiding under the covers and refusing to move? UTTER PERFECTION.
In short, this was everything - everything - that I wanted. Achingly erotic and funny and clever and sweet. I am in your debt, A!A. Thank you!
(And if you were ever bored and felt like maybe writing a short threesome sequel, I would fall all over myself in delirious happiness.)
*scoops up fic, holds it close to chest, runs out with it*
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 10:38 am (UTC)(link)Norrell getting wrecked seems to be a favourite trope on this meme, and I LOVE IT! We do seem to be of one mind, OP!
And of course, I love everything about Arabella's rationality and practicality, especially as she now lives with two of the most ridiculous men ever. I love them all.
(as for a threesome, you may think that I've written something already and am just trying to tidy it up, but I couldn't possibly comment).
Thanks again for the amazing prompt, OP!
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-06 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)I didn't know that Arabella/Norrell was something that I wanted, but my God did you convince me! Absolutely excellent.
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 10:25 am (UTC)(link)I love Arabella so much, I kinda wish there was a little more of her in the book...but that book is long enough as it is. lol.
Thanks!
Fill: Part Two "And Then Some" (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2015-09-11 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)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.
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-11 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)Norrell let out another cry, this time of dismay; partly because he had been once more caught in the act, and partly because of the loss of Arabella’s mouth upon him. He threw his arm across his face to shield his eyes. He didn’t want to look at Jonathan at that moment.
“We didn’t think you were ever going to get home,” Arabella said impatiently, as though she was merely scolding him for letting his dinner go cold.
Jonathan stepped into the room and, without further ado, started undressing. He so eager to get out of his clothes that he almost tripped over the breeches that he’d dropped to his ankles.
“So you started the party without me?” Jonathan asked pouting. “How rude!”
“Rude of you, Jonathan,” Arabella said, tracing her fingernail down Norrell’s stomach, watching the soft muscles twitch. “Keeping us waiting. I thought that, since you had deserted us, the two of us could get along just fine without you.”
By this time Jonathan was completely naked. He gave her a look that said ‘challenge accepted’ and he sat down on the bed beside his wife; kissed her deeply, groaning at the taste of Norrell in her mouth.
When he pulled back he looked down at Norrell, still hiding his face beneath his arm. “Now, now,” Jonathan said, pulling back Norrell’s arm to reveal his red, sweaty face. “No need to get coy. You’re not usually this shy in bed.”
Norrell groaned in embarrassment and closed his eyes. “Please stop,” he said in a very half-hearted manner. Jonathan chuckled at him.
“Oh, really?” said Arabella. “And what is he usually like, my dearest?” she asked.
“Oh, he can be quite shameless once he gets going.”
Norrell was about to make some complaint, but Jonathan stoppered his mouth, kissing him soundly. Any complaint he might have made just turned into a muffled groan as his mouth was plundered. Arabella watched, riveted at the sight of them. She felt the sudden urge to touch herself as she watched them kiss, watched their tongues tangling together.
“Now,” Jonathan said as he sat back up and looked at his wife. “I believe I very rudely interrupted you in the middle of something.”
Arabella pretended to look cross at him. “Yes, that was very thoughtless of you, Jonathan.”
“I apologise,” he grinned down at Norrell, who was watching them with a look of bewilderment and trepidation, as though he thought they were both about to devour him. “A gentlemen should know better than to interrupt such a wonderful thing.” Then he turned to Arabella. “Well, don’t let me delay you any further.”
Arabella paused for a moment. She had wanted this; the three of them together like this, but suddenly she was overcome with shyness. She was all at once very nervous about being watched.
“Please,” her husband whispered in her ear. “You cannot know how excited it made me, to watch you.”
With those words ringing in her ears, Arabella put her fears to one side and tentatively bent down again. She was being silly. Jonathan wanted this; he would never laugh at her or mock her in any way.
The erection that Norrell had been sporting just a short time ago, granite hard and about to explode at any moment, had wilted a little during the interruption, but it filled out again almost immediately as Arabella closed her lips around the tip of it once more.
She heard twin moans from Norrell and her husband, and she joined in as she felt a sharp stab of arousal at the base of her spine. Her moan vibrated against the engorged flesh in her mouth and Norrell hissed and let fly a string of profanities she wouldn’t have thought he knew.
She heard Jonathan laugh above her. “See, I told you,” he said, one hand stroking Arabella’s hair, the other rubbing in circles against Norrell’s stomach. “Shameless.”
Arabella felt more sticky, salty fluid released into her mouth as she picked up the pace, grasping the base of his cock with her hand to stroke any part she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
“Oh,” Jonathan breathed above them, “if you could see how you both look at this moment.”
Jonathan’s hand reached under her and cupped her breasts through her nightdress. She let out another groan as he played with her nipples, knowing exactly how she liked it.
Norrell’s hands had found their way back into her hair, and his hips were thrusting just slightly, urging her to go faster. Arabella was about to comply with his wishes when she was forced to release him, as at that moment, Jonathan’s fingers pressed against her wet core, causing her to let out a wail.
“My dear,” her husband said in awe. “You’re so wet! You should feel how wet she is for us, my love.”
She had been so focused on her task that she hadn’t realised how wet, how aroused she was until Jonathan’s clever fingers rubbed against her clitoris. Suddenly she was surging towards climax with ever deft stroke of his fingers.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Jonathan said in a breathy rush. “Take him back into your mouth.”
She did so but let out another cry when she felt Jonathan lift her nightdress and enter her from behind.
“Oh god, Jonathan,” she cried out, her face pressed against Norrell’s thigh. Just a few short thrust had left her quite delirious. She hadn’t quite anticipated how overwhelming she would find this experience.
“This isn’t quite working,” Jonathan said, his voice strained, as he pulled out of her.
Arabella was just about to say that it was working quite fine for her, thank you very much, when she became aware of the small hands on her head, stroking her hair like she was something precious.
“We’re leaving poor Norrell behind,” Jonathan said, gasping for breath. “I have an idea.”
Jonathan took charge now, manoeuvring them all into position. He stripped off Arabella’s nightshirt and finally divested Norrell of the rest of his clothes. Then he pushed Arabella down onto her back and raised her hips with a couple of pillows. He positioned Norrell on his knees between her spread legs and Jonathan was on his knees behind Norrell.
“Comfortable?” Jonathan asked her.
She raised an eyebrow. “I feel ridiculous.”
“But you look divine,” Jonathan assured her, and then pressed his lips to Norrell’s ear. “Doesn’t she?” he asked the other man.
Norrell nodded, but seemed unable to speak. He stared down at her, his eyes so ablaze that Arabella could swear they left hot trails across her skin as his gaze swept over her body.
“Now,” Jonathan said, and shuffled forward. He took Norrell’s cock into to his hand and, after stroking the length of it a few times, positioned it at Arabella’s entrance.
Arabella groaned happily as his cock slid inside her. Her hips were at the perfect height and, once he’d braced himself on the headboard, Norrell was able to thrust forward with ease. The position of her body was a little awkward, but as the thrusts got stronger, more assured, she realised it was perfect, that his cock inside her was hitting her at just the right angle.
She let out a cry of astonishment and looked accusingly up at Jonathan, who had disappeared off somewhere and had just returned to bed, a small glass jar in his hand.
“You’ve had this worked out in your head for some time, haven’t you?” she said, trying to sound annoyed but failing, mostly because she kept breaking off to let out shuddering gasps of pleasure. Jonathan just shrugged. “Then you should’ve said something!”
“I didn’t think you’d want to do it,” Jonathan replied, opening the jar and scooping out some of the contents.
“You are quite impossible, Jonathan!”
“Stop arguing for heaven’s sake!” Norrell said. His was voice thick with desire, but his tone was still irritated. “And Jonathan, please, get on with it!”
Jonathan paused briefly but then obeyed. “See what I mean, you’re both bossy,” he murmured, just barely audible. He pretended to be so annoyed, but his breathing was erratic and his hands were shaking with lust.
Arabella couldn’t see what Jonathan was doing, but whatever it was it made Norrell’s rhythm falter and his eyes roll back. Jonathan was sucking at Norrell’s shoulder, biting at the flesh as his hands worked unseen by his wife.
Eventually he placed his lips to Norrell’s ear, his hot breath making the other man shudder. “Oh, you’re so ready for me,” he panted into his ear.
“Yes,” Norrell ground out between clenched teeth. “Please, do it. Now, please. I want you so much, please.”
His desperate pleading set both Jonathan and Arabella aflame and Jonathan thrust forward roughly, making Norrell cry out in delight and Arabella inhale sharply at the force of it.
Now, with every forward thrust Norrell was pushing inside Arabella, and with every retreat he was meeting Jonathan’s own thrust. It took a moment for them to get it right, but soon they were picking up momentum and it felt so good, so good it was almost too much; like if it didn’t end soon one of them might actually explode from the sheer ecstasy of it.
Arabella watched in fascination as her husband took the other man, something she had heard about once but thought distasteful. She didn’t think that anymore as she watched Jonathan’s face contorted with pleasure; as she looked at Norrell, slack-jawed and flushed, completely lost in the duel sensations of Jonathan’s relentless thrusts inside him and his cock enveloped in her hot, tight quim. God! She had to close her eyes against the erotic sight of them.
She wanted to come! She was so close now! The pressure inside her was building and building, but, frustratingly, orgasm seemed to be just out of reach. She reached down to touch herself but Jonathan beat her to it, pressing his thumb against the nub between her legs, circling it with practiced ease. She let out a wail as a white hot shaft of pleasure went through her, pushing her a little closer.
A few more thrusts, hitting her just so and…finally, finally, she could feel the wave begin to crest over her, and as much as she wanted it, ached for it, she cursed that it was all going to be over.
And it hit her. All thought abandoned her and she stiffened beneath them. She dug her fingernails into the pillows under her hips and twitched as her core pulsated around the cock that was still pounding into her.
“Oh god,” Norrell whispered at the very feel of it, and gripped the headboard so tightly that his fingers went white.
Arabella looked up through bleary eyes just in time to see Norrell come apart between them. He pushed hard inside her as he came; eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. He looked so completely undone, such a wonderful sight, that Arabella, even after the own orgasm, felt a sympathetic pulse of desire go through her.
Jonathan let out an urgent cry, held Norrell firmly by the waist and set up a brutal, pounding rhythm, chasing his own climax now. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts and Norrell twitched and let out little whimpers; too sensitive after such a forceful orgasm.
Arabella raised a weak arm and lovingly stroked Norrell’s face and hair, finding the greying curls damp with sweat. She watched through heavy lids as Jonathan pressed his open, panting mouth against Norrell’s sweaty shoulder to muffle any sound he was about to make. She reached out to Jonathan as well, touched his hand. He held on to both of them like a lifeline as he lost himself in the bliss of his own completion.
“Oh, I do love you both,” she said, almost without thinking.
With a few last, violent thrusts, Jonathan sobbed out his pleasure into Norrell’s shoulder and finally stilled.
Jonathan released his hold on Norrell, and the smaller man fell forward, boneless. Jonathan caught him up again just before he squashed Arabella, who was still lying beneath him at an awkward angle.
He deposited a sweaty and sated Norrell onto the pillow beside Arabella and then, removing the pillows from under her hips, scooped her up and kissed her. He intended it to be an ardent, passionate kiss, but all passion was spent now. Instead it was sloppy and tired.
They lay down, spooned together on the bed, Jonathan behind Arabella with a protective arm wrapped around her middle. They were both facing Norrell, who was by then sound asleep and snoring softly into the pillow.
“I think we’ve worn him out,” Arabella tried to say, but the words were muffled by a huge yawn.
“Looks like we’ve all worn each other out,” Jonathan said, finding her yawn infectious.
Arabella smiled and reached over to brush the damp hair back from Norrell’s forehead. He was so deeply asleep that the touch didn’t even make him stir.
“He looks very sweet,” Arabella said affectionately.
She could feel Jonathan’s smile against her shoulder blade. “My dear, I think you have it as bad as I do.”
“Not quite as bad as that,” Arabella replied.
She was on the edge of sleep when she heard Jonathan whisper ‘thank you’ into her ear.
“For giving you everything you ever wanted?” she asked, smiling.
“And then some,” he said with a chuckle.
Arabella yawned again and nuzzled further into the pillow beneath her. “I knew I’d have to make the first move,” she said as was about to drift off to sleep. “You two are both hopeless.”
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-13 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)For now, I'm just glad you liked it!
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(Anonymous) 2015-11-12 04:02 am (UTC)(link)The tone is spot-on: if it wasn't for the subject matter (heh), I could easily imagine that this was Susanna Clarke writing. I'd love to quote some parts back to you, but I'd only end up quoting the whole thing. The dialogue alone was great, and you got the novel narrator's voice down pat.
Everyone was perfectly in-character, and Jonathan reacted exactly as I imagined he would to Arabella and Norrell's... change of circumstances ;). I loved Arabella in this especally - so clever and pragmatic, occasionally snarky and with such a wry sense of humour. I grinned every time she showed fond exasperation towards Jonathan. I especially liked how you showed her feelings towards Norrell starting to shift...
So yeah, anyway, this was wonderful, both hot and well-written. Thanks for posting it. :)