February only felt a little guilty about managing to persuade Edric to try for their original meeting this evening. It was dark, between the fog and the unnatural darkness, it was downright eerie, even though every light on the street had been lit. Fortunately with a determined mindset, Febby pushed through the fog as quietly as she could. Becoming a professional at sneaking out of her own home was a terrible thing, but she hardly felt sorry about that now.

Each footstep that brought her closer to the garden after turning on the final alley had her heart rate soaring higher in anticipation. Febs pulled the shawl over her shoulders tighter as she managed to find the gate among the hedges and slipped in quietly. It was hard to shake the feeling that she'd been followed, but nobody in their right mind would be out in this at this time of night. She shouldn't even be out like this, but the temptation was too high. The man had gotten her an owl today, she needed to see him.

The garden itself was almost pitch black, the only light coming from a light lit at the far end of the alley and even that was minimal. Everything was oddly still and calm, which lulled Febby into feeling the same, even though she should have been on high alert. She must have arrived first as she didn't see Edric anywhere near the gate, so she pushed on a little, running her fingers over the ivy-covered wall nearby. Febs had to wonder just what this place looked like without fog blanketed over it or what it had looked like when people still lived in this little section of town.

It was these thoughts that distracted her enough not to hear him approach her from behind and by the time she realized it was too late not to be startled. "Merlin's beard, you scared me." She breathed out as she started to turn around.

As if her entire body wasn't already tense, having the living daylights scared out of her was not helping. She supposed she did deserve it, just a little. Febby bit her lip as she faced him, the dim light of the garden making it hard to see, but she was fairly certain that one, seeing would not be very necessary soon and two, she could imagine that smug smile without actually having to see it.

"Revenge? Whatever for?" Febby asked innocently as she snaked her arms around his neck, body naturally arching toward his as he pulled her in. She was itching to get her fingers in his hair, or anywhere really, but was trying not to just jump him straight away. It was admittedly very hard, willpower was apparently not her forte where he was concerned. A sly grin curled the corners of her lips upward as she looked at him slowly, trying to continue the feigned innocence.

Letting her lashes flutter closed, Febs rolled her head to the side a little, leaving a little more leeway for him. Giving in to the temptation to run her fingers through his hair, she would save giving it a tug for later, but after all of her nonsense today, to finally have him at her fingertips meant she was going to soak up as much as she could in the little time they had together.

"Retaliation, Her breath caught in her throat as he went straight for her jaw. I have no idea," Another sharp inhale. "What I could have done to earn such treatment..." This was not going to be easy. He was clearly going to make her work for this, after all of those teasing letters today.

Febby sighed softly, nearly wishing she'd had the forethought to forgo her corset after dinner, but rather thought that might have been presumptuous of her even given the circumstances. It would have been much easier however, to enjoy the feeling of his hands pressing into her body without that obnoxiously thick layer of clothing in the way.

Damn it, damn it! He was certainly retaliating and doing it well.

"Not a clue." Febby shook her head, trying to keep up her pretenses, but as she felt his teeth graze along her pulse, her fingers tightened in his hair and a little whimper escaped her lips. She'd given him too long to think about this, their rapid exchange of letters leaving too much time to plot his revenge. "Please do." She managed after anther moment, body pressing forward toward his as if there was any room left to go.

Honestly she was completely fine with letting him run the show, but if he was working for a slow build, it was agonizingly slow and she could feel the anticipation bubbling up. He knew exactly what he was doing, had accused her of the same not a few hours ago but she was too drunk on him to care.

Fortunately for her, two could easily play this game and slowly she reached up to remove the few pins holding her hair up. Soft brown tresses fell in long waves as she shook it out before letting her hands wander, up his arms, over his strong shoulders and back into his hair where they'd started.

Whatever momentary control she thought she gained was just as quickly lost. Between that look on his face and his hand on her leg, Febby lost the desire to even have control at this point. He could have it and run with it for all she cared. It came down to a level of trust that had so far gone unspoken, and sometimes the boundaries were pushed, but the line had yet to be crossed.  

Fighting with her own skirts was a daily battle and through her clouded judgement she realized she would probably have an easier time with them than he would. Sliding one hand down his chest, down his side and over his hip, she reached down a little and casually pulled the bulk of the skirts up a little and back out of the way. Who knew how long it would last for though, as she wasn't terribly steady (for more than one reason).

His question had her chuckling, a breathless little laugh as she leaned back just enough to look at him. "Not exactly," She bit her lip, thinking back to how she'd woken up this morning heart racing, cheeks flushed, that dull ache of longing that radiated from her fingertips to her toes. It wasn't entirely unlike how she felt in this very moment. But since he'd asked, maybe she wasn't completely ready to give up control of the situation altogether. "It involved far less clothes," Nimble fingers searched for the closure of his robes as she nipped lightly at his jaw. "A big comfy bed," This time she pressed a kiss a little lower on his neck. "And lots of tangled limbs."

Sometimes it was just something little too easy to leave him awestruck. Of course she'd been fairly blunt about what she'd dreamt about-and that was more or less it, her subconscious skirting around the fact that she didn't exactly know what it felt like, but she had woken up breathless just the same.

Grinning, almost triumphantly, she chuckled at the look on his face. "You asked, I thought it was pretty obvious without detail." Febby wanted to use his shock to her advantage, but that feeling of his hand on her leg was much better in real life than in her dream and she was thoroughly distracted.

Realizing she had control of the moment, Febs wavered on what to do. Her dream had been pretty vivid, but it really was nothing compared to the feeling of right now, all that sexual tension building in search of the right kind of release. "Clearly I wasn't thinking," She said of her corset, still highly amused by his current state. Getting it off now involved removing other layers first and that was just from a practicality standpoint, nevermind actually finding skin underneath until they were all gone. If only magic worked, then it would be incredibly easy.

Instead Febs used one hand to slide his hand back down her leg so she could stand up properly. The wall had been right around here somewhere, she'd just had her hand on it a moment ago. Sliding her hands to the front of his robes, she dragged him in for a searing kiss, pulling him with her as she backed up towards the wall. She was a couple of steps off, but she felt her back connect eventually. At least that would provide a little leverage (it was also quickly becoming A Thing for them) should they need it. Febs wasn't sure yet, but nothing was really out off the realm of possibility today.

That accomplished, she felt far more steady on her feet (until the next time he made her go weak in the knees) and hitched up her skirts to put her leg exactly where it had been, using it to pull him closer.

Febby was quite pleased with herself, both for managing to take control again and for getting here in the first place. She would slowly lose the reigns however, if he continued the way he was. She gasped quietly against his lips as his hand found bare skin. Despite the layers of fabric in the way, once they were up and mostly out of the way there wasn't much left.

When he pulled back, she was dizzy with desire, chest heaving from the effort as her breath came in ragged gasps. She framed his face with her hands gently as he rested his forehead against hers, blue eyes meeting his in the dark. There was that question again and she felt her heart swell in affection because she knew it came from a place of concern. He was always concerned in one way or another, even now and it hit her inexplicably hard.

Brushing her thumb over his cheek, she tried to find the right words. Febs had no grand ideas about how this was supposed to go, though any proper young lady would say in her marital bed, that was clearly not the situation here, not even close. Would she be able to stop this time? Did she want to? It was inevitable really and putting off the inevitable never worked well for her. "I want to enjoy the moment." She whispered honestly, the words she wanted on the tip of her tongue. There were a lot of thing she wanted in this very moment and she nearly said some of them aloud, but instead managed to try and set the boundaries they both needed.

"I'll stop you if I want to stop," Because she honestly didn't know if she would, but if she did, "Please just don't be mad at me if I do." That would likely crush her and start a fight.

Waiting for his answer was agonizing. Was it hesitation? Did he disagree? Whatever it was, it was enough to have her second guessing herself. Maybe, despite her best efforts, she hadn't articulated what she meant. She opened her mouth to try add something, anything, but swallowed whatever it was she had thought of when he nodded. Was that it? He agreed that was a good plan or he would just follow along because that's what she'd said?

Indecision flooded her system, even as he kissed her, she was distracted thinking. They were impulsive, this was impulsive, there was no hesitation, hadn't been and now it hung over her head and she didn't like it one bit. Damn her big mouth.

"We don't have to," She mumbled after leaning back to catch her breath. Something was off, maybe it was her, maybe she was reading too much into it, but she couldn't ignore it. Maybe she was just second guessing everything now. It was a bad decision, but one she'd been fully ready to make up until a moment ago, and she thought he'd been on the same page.