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  1. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    It was the sound of voices that drew Anne-Elisabeth to the Cards Room. She didn't even know that was what it was, only that she was bored and was looking for a pleasant diversion. Dressed in a coral and saffron shot silk gown that needed no ornamentation, she sauntered inside in her usual confident manner. There were quite a few people gathered around a table, apparently playing some sort of game. Her gaze lit first upon Lord Dorset, whom she had teased at Buckingham's party by kissing him and running away. The presence of the intriguing Earl was reason enough for her to stay. Rochester was with him, but she didn't see any other members of the Merry Gang. She recognized Lord Chichester, the delightful gentleman she had met only two days earlier and who would be bringing her his political notes tomorrow. Lord Kingston was there, a gentlemen she didn't know well but seemed like a likeable sort. And there was her dear friend Nicolette who looked as if she was, as usual, charming them all. The rest of the gentlemen were unfamiliar to her, which wasn't surprising as she was so new to court. As she approached the table, she saw that they were playing a game of cards. The cards themselves were like no deck she had ever seen before. “Good evening,” she greeted them in her low sultry voice. “That looks like a fascinating game you're playing. Would you by any chance have room for one more?”
  2. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    The Marvels Of Science | 6th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth didn't notice that her gown had risen high enough to briefly reveal her stocking-clad calves. A modest lady might have been aware of it, but the Countess was by no means a modest lady. Therefore she made no move to smooth down her skirt. Only a moment later, the wind did it for her. Not even a long raven curl fluttering into her face interrupted her contemplation. She simply pushed it away and continued to study the sundial. When a male voice spoke beside her, she blinked and took a step back, startled. What does he want to get for me? Another curl drifted over her shoulder. Oh. One of my combs must have fallen out. “Thank you, my lord.” She smiled at him warmly. “I don't know why, but the wind seems to enjoy messing with my hair. Only two days ago, it blew a hat off my head, and now it has whipped off a comb. I don't remember it being so windy last winter. Is it always like this in the spring?”
  3. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    “But I thought that was your evil plan,” she replied with a naughty smirk, “to make me wait.” Anne-Elisabeth did not help Charles remove her chemise, but she did rise to her knees and lift her arms to make it easier. Her body heat had dried it enough that it was no longer dripping, but it was still plastered to her skin. I feel like a banana being peeled in order to be eaten, she thought with an inward chuckle. The notion of being eaten by the irresistible Earl sent flames of pure delight licking through her body. Had she known that he missed her nails raking down his chest she would have assured him that he would know that pleasure again. The first round was his. The second round would be hers. Appreciation gleamed in his expressive blue eye and the Countess couldn't keep herself from preening just a bit. She already knew that he was not appalled by her scar and didn't mind her lack of voluptuousness. Anne-Elisabeth swiveled about on her knees, letting him admire her from every angle. She knew that she wasn't classically beautiful, but under Charles' gaze, she felt as if she was the most gorgeous creature on earth. Her arse cheeks instinctively tightened as soon as he touched them, and she let out a long pleasurable sigh when he squeezed them. “Be careful with your compliments or I shall expect them all the time.” she warned him. Then his lips were on hers again, kissing her blissfully and languorously. She responded enthusiastically, her entire body on fire now. Anne Elisabeth did as Charles' asked, and lay back down, looking up at him with passion-filled eyes when he claimed he was going to devour her as promised. He had told her that he would make her beg for release, and while she knew that she eventually would, she was not going to make it easy for him.
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    The Marvels Of Science | 6th April, afternoon (Open)

    (OOC: The time has been changed so that this can take place at any time in the afternoon) Lost in thought, Anne-Elisabeth didn't realize that her cloak was billowing behind her in the wind and her skirt was swirling swirling around her legs. One of the pearl combs holding her coiffure in place fell to the ground at her feet, releasing a few dark curls to tumble down her back.
  5. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Let Us Make War | House of Lords April 5th through the afternoon

    Anne Elisabeth and Captain Ernle Anne-Elisabeth had hoped for a front-row seat, but Captain Ernle's presence by her side more than made up for the inconvenience of looking over shoulders to see the speakers. Her handsome companion seemed quite eager to go to war. She had absolutely no idea what a Rupertinoe cannon was, but apparently they were superior to those on most ships. Before she could comment further, the session began and the politically-minded Countess listened intently. She was less interested in how they obtained funding than when the war would take place but she did find it interesting that they were willing to be taxed themselves, pay more for luxury goods, and donate from their own pockets instead of placing the entire burden on the common man. Leaning toward Captain Ernle, she whispered: “It looks as if everyone is in favor of supporting funding for the Navy. Perhaps all of the English ships will be outfitted with those powerful cannons before you sail.”
  6. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Even his voice excited her. And that kiss … it was everything she could have imagined and more. Lord Chatham definitely knew what he was doing and he was not a bit hesitant as to how she would react. He took what he wanted and she appreciated that because she did the same. It wasn't as if they hadn't been sending each other tantalizing signals since before they had taken that unfortunate tumble in the stream. Or maybe it had not been so unfortunate after all. Anne-Elisabeth returned his kiss enthusiastically, adoring the way his tongue danced so perfectly with her own. The delectable heat suffusing her body intensified, culminating in a sweet and insistent ache and the need to feel him inside her. When he broke the kiss, she gasped, not for air, but because of the silky tingling trail he left upon her skin as his lips slowly crept up to her ear. His eloquent words were as provocative as his actions. She wanted the same thing as he did. Her shift was an impediment to further exploration by those magic hands of his and if she wasn't pressed so closely against him, she would have removed it herself. Yet where would be the fun in that? She needed to be patient and to allow herself to be seduced by him, letting him take the initiative, at least for now. He found his way beneath her shift anyway, and she could feel her inner muscles contracting as he drew circles upon her leg. Wetness blossomed between her thighs, its warmth contrasting sharply but pleasurably with the cold dampness of her chemise. “Yes ...” she whispered, opening her legs to give him better access as he wove his tale of enticement around her. It was becoming difficult to think already, her heightened senses dulling her mind to everything but what he was doing to her. Lord Chatham … no, he was Charles to her now … was already doing a damn good job of sustaining her desire. When he kissed her again and she felt his finger gently slip inside her, she moaned against his lips and turned in his arms so that she was facing him, reveling in that delightfully wicked grin. Pulling away just slightly, Anne-Elisabeth slipped her hands between them and raked her fingernails softly down his chest. “It sounds divine,” she purred. “I can hardly wait."
  7. Anne-Elisabeth had heard about the sundial in the palace gardens last season and had planned to visit it when the weather became warmer. Despite the wind … was it always so windy in England? … it was a beautiful day and she hoped she would see it in action. Dressed in a saffron gown trimmed with white braid and pearls under an amber cloak embroidered in gold, she strolled through the gardens toward the area where the sundial was displayed. When she reached it, she saw the soldier guarding it and stepped as close as she was allowed, interested more in the intricate way it worked than in the pictures adorning the crystals. As she studied it, she thought about how far science had evolved in the last century or so. This beautiful object might have been considered an evil thing of magic in the not-no-distant past, as would her own telescope. It amused her that people once believed that the world was flat, as well as other silly notions that had long since been proved false. How would science advance in the future, in her own lifetime and beyond? New things were constantly being invented and discovered. One day far from now, her descendants might look back on the present century and think how primitive and quaint they were. Anne-Elisabeth could not even imagine what scientific wonders would exist then. The present was exciting enough as it was, including the marvelous device she was studying now.
  8. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    “Yes, I'm sure. Staying out of that wind is more important than a hat that can easily be replaced,.” Anne-Elisabeth narrowed her eyes mischievously. “And we definitely need to warm up.” The young Countess was a tease. When in an intimate situation with a new lover or an old one, she liked to draw out the anticipation as long as possible. The end result was usually more satisfying that way. And she liked the exciting feeling that coursed through her veins as she contemplated what was to come. There was only one possible outcome now. They had gone too far to turn back, not that she had any intention of doing so. Her body ached with yearning. He would be hers and she would be his. Even if they were interrupted. The enticing one-eyed Earl probably enjoyed an audience as much as she did. But there was little chance of anybody else happening by on such a windy day. She didn't expect him to help her hang up their wet things, but she appreciated his assistance. Every now and then, she allowed her fingers to brush lightly and playfully against his, wondering if he would throw caution to the wind, bend her over the railing, and take her then and there. Anne-Elisabeth inwardly applauded him for his restraint. It was difficult for her to resist pulling his face down to hers and kissing him deeply, but she managed, just barely, to keep her mind on her task. “And it's always better to … dry off … with somebody else.” When he lay down beside her, he pulled her back against him and she could feel his hardness against her bum. We fit together so well like this, she thought. His hands upon her belly and thigh seemed to burn through her shift. If it wasn't so wet, it would probably catch fire and we'd both go up in flames. They probably would burst into flames, but in an infinitely more pleasurable and less literal and painful way. Anne-Elisabeth trembled as he whispered in her ear and a jolt of pure ecstasy exploded inside of her when he rubbed himself against her and nibbled on her ear. “I think we should talk about what we would like to do to each other,” she whispered. “Unless you would rather show instead of tell.”
  9. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth shook her head, sending small droplets of water spraying all around her. “No, I don't want to go back out in that wind.” She waved one finger at him. “And don't be gallant and insist on looking for it yourself. Maybe it will wash onshore and we'll find it later.” She began picking up the clothes they had tossed on the floor, spreading each piece out over the gazebo's railings. “I have many more hats and I can always buy more. I was fond of that one because it brought us together. Let's not let it tear us apart.” Finished with her task, she took Charles' hand and led him to the center of their sanctuary. Reluctantly releasing it, she grabbed some of the pillows from the benches and arranged them on the rug, then lay down upon them. She held up both arms to him and favored him with a playful smile. “Come and join me, my lord. We can … talk … while we dry off.” Talking was actually the last thing on her mind, and she was fairly certain that Charles was aware of what she truly wished to do.
  10. Everything was ready for Lord Grey's visit. Her cook had prepared a late dinner and Anne-Elisabeth had cleaned and polished her telescope. That would usually be a servant's job but she didn't allow then to touch her prized possession. Whether they would be able to see anything through it tonight, she wasn't sure, but at least he would be able to look at it and maybe suggest improvements. She didn't think it was one of the cheaper models but she doubted it was the best that money could buy. It had been a gift from a lover during recess to buy her silence after she had befriended his wife. It sat in the upstairs parlor in front of the large window that spanned the length and width of the wall opposite the door. The window gave one a lovely view of the whimsical gardens with their creatively sculpted topiaries. Only the shapes could be seen at night, making the grounds appear mysterious and exciting, at least to her. The filmy coral curtains had been drawn back and fastened with turquoise ties with seashells strung upon them. The room was decorated in a tropical theme. The other three walls were each painted with a different color … one turquoise, one coral, and one light amber. The paintings on the wall depicted beaches, the ocean, palm trees, flamingos parrots, and brightly colored flowers. There were several large potted plants set artfully around the parlor and vases full of flowers sat upon small tables next to pretty seashells. At the end of the room sat a fireplace, its flames competing with the candles in the chandelier for dominance. A rug featuring an underwater scene had been placed near it and a couch and two chairs made of rich dark mahogany was arranged around it. The upholstery echoed the colors of the walls. There was a long table along one wall and two more chairs sat close to the telescope. Anne-Elisabeth wandered around the room, rearranging this and that just so, as she waited for Lord Grey to arrive. It was rare she met somebody who shared her love of astronomy and she hoped that this visit went well.
  11. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Secrets of the Gardens

    Anne-Elisabeth laughed at Dorset's tale. “I'll bet he was,” she whispered, blowing softly into his ear. “He probably has a lot of little bastards running around somewhere.” After a brief pause, she added: “Actually, that's a scary thought.” Perhaps she would make up a limerick about Dr Bendo in case she was ever called upon to insult Rochester again. Now that she knew the story, she was able to laugh at the Duke's hilarious impression. He's really good, she thought. And I must find out where to purchase one of those feathered dildos. Not that one, though. There's no telling where it's been. Comfortable on the double-Earl's lap, Anne-Elisabeth watched, tears streaming down her cheeks from laughing so hard, until Buckingham was done doing impressions for the evening. As the group began to break up, she leaned toward Dorset and pressed her lips against his in a playful lingering kiss full of promise. Then she hopped off his lap, gave him a cheeky grin and a saucy wink, and darted away. As she disappeared into the night, her laughter rang through the air. ~finis~ for Anne-Elisabeth
  12. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Even soaking wet, his skin was delightfully warm, and she liked the way the droplets clinging to his chest glistened in the sun, as if he was covered in diamonds. There was a trail through them where her fingers traveled. Anne-Elisabeth could tell that Lord Chatham liked what she was doing to him, and when he placed his hands on her hips and drew her close, she sighed in pleasure, feeling her nipples stiffen even more through her shift as they pressed against his bare flesh. “Yes, I suppose we should,” she whispered, wondering if he was thinking along the same lines as she. His laughter sent desire spiraling through her body. “Delilah has no right to complain, since she was the one to get us into this mess.” Pulling away from him, the Countess reached around her neck and gathered her long raven curls over one shoulder. “I should probably wring out my hair first so that it doesn't drip all over the place.” Or all over you. Stepping back so the water wouldn't splash on him, she proceeded to do just that … tightly twisting her waist-length mass of curls and squeezing as much liquid out as she could. When she was nearly done, she came to a disappointing realization and moved one hand to the top of her head. Her eyes widened as she looked at Charles. “My hat! It's gone! It must have fallen in the stream!”
  13. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth laughed and ran one slender finger over his pouting lips. “You like kneeling in a puddle of freezing water?” she asked, her eyes narrowed playfully. “If you wish to kneel before me again, we should find somewhere dry.” She pointedly glanced at the rug in the center of the gazebo and the pillows on the benches. “But not while you are in those sopping clothes.” She sighed happily as he moved his fingers up her leg, ready to grab his hand if he went too far. Having a tryst on a wet floor wasn't her idea of a good time. Perhaps he felt the same, for he removed it and stood up as she had commanded. Without saying a word, she began working on his waistcoat, unbuttoning it, sliding it down his arms, and then casting it onto a dry area of the floor. The next item to come off was his cravat, and as she unpinned it and untied it, she softly stroked his neck. Anne-Elisabeth fastened the pin back on the swath of fabric so that it wouldn't be lost and then hung it over the nearest railing. Taking a step back, she admired the way his shirt clung to his broad chest and tapered down to his waist. Even fully clothed, she could tell that he had a fine athletic figure Now it was much more apparent. As she studied him, her tongue snaked out and darted across her upper lip. “Raise your arms,” she instructed and proceeded to peel his shirt from his body, standing on tiptoe so that she could pull it over his head. Hanging it over the railing as well, she grinned when he commented on the state of her shift. “So it is.” Hiking it up to her knees, she wrung out as much water as she could and then tied the hem around her thighs so it wouldn't even wetter when she fell to her knees and removed his shoes and stockings. When she stood up, he was clad only in his breeches. After untying her shift so that it fell and covered her legs once more, she reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders, drawing her fingers down slowly over his chest until they met at his waist. Pulling at the top of his breeches mischievously, she grinned up at him. “So what do we do now?” she purred. Still standing by the stream, Delilah snorted.
  14. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Secrets of the Gardens

    Anne-Elisabeth didn't see Dorset place a pillow on his lap before she plopped down upon it. She supposed she had set herself up for a prank. If she thought he could have seen her clearly in the darkness, she might have pouted but as it was, she settled herself upon it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “It's absolutely perfect,” she purred back. Maybe the pillow served two purposes, both to tease her and to make sure that he didn't become too distracted to enjoy the show. Nor would she. The raven-haired Countess was not the least bit disappointed. He had invited her to sit on his lap, not any of the other ladies present. That must count for something. She frowned as the Duke began his next impression. “Who is Doctor Bendo?” she whispered to Dorset. Tales of Rochester's antics had never made their way to Barbados. She had never even heard of the Merry Gang until she had been in England for a few months.
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    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    “Well, almost everything,” Anne-Elisabeth said. Lord Chatham didn't seem too interest in the game she had suggested. Maybe he just wanted out of his sodden clothes. She was wearing nothing but her shift, her shoes, and stockings now, but he was nearly fully dressed. He won't stay that way for long, she resolved. She was too worried about what he would think of her scar to consider the exciting things he could do to her while kneeling before her. I'm such a hypocrite. I tell him that I don't care what anyone thinks of me and now I'm obsessing about a scar. Courtiers could be fickle creatures and some, she suspected, were disgusted by flaws especially on a lady's body. Nobody who had seen it so far had been, but that didn't stop her anxiety. When she was lost in the pleasure of foreplay, she rarely thought about it. Maybe that was why it wasn't noticed. Now, though, she was very aware of the fact that she wasn't perfect. However, her handsome companion was missing an eye. He really had no right to complain about a scar. I'm being stupid. Of course he won't give a flying fuck. Her awkwardness lessened significantly when she felt his fingers upon her thigh before he slowly and deliberately slid her stocking down her leg. The silk felt delightful gliding across her skin and her body began to hum with sensation. The Countess felt a moment of panic when he removed her other stocking, but he didn't recoil in horror, instead softly tracing the long scar that ran down the side of her leg. It was quite sensitive and though it tickled a bit, she very much enjoyed his touch. She returned his smile. “Stand up,” she demanded. “And let me return the favor.”
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