when a night out goes a bit further than you had originally planned, you know you can't return home to your father's estate. instead, you decide to find comfort in the very relationship you hide from said father.
cw// giggly drunk fluff/comfort, some mention of spice but very minimal until the very end, whiny/needy reader, more modern dialogue? i haven't gotten a feel for regency era dialogue yet, also we ignore period inaccuracies here for the moment - inspiration taken from love theoretically by ali hazelwood - 1.2k
William swore that he was surprised by you every time he saw you. It was your appearance and how you held yourself on your first meeting and how bold you had become so soon after that very meeting was even more of a shock to his system. The moment you came into his life, he was lit aflame. You were more than a silly crush or fling like he knew some of his friends would get for the girls found at the gentlemen's clubs. He had no interest in those things, only for you and his own art. He had been up all night at the piano thinking of those very things when a knock came to his door followed by giggling he knew all too well.
"What in the world-" he mumbled, looking over to the clock sitting atop his piano and wondering just what you could be doing at his apartment this late at night. His questions were answered when he opened the door, seeing you leaning against the wall, still swaying as if you were on a boat even while supported.
"William!" you shouted in excitement upon seeing him, your dress slipping further down one shoulder as his face broke out in a smile. He could not worry about what his neighbors would think of your noise when he saw how happy you were.
"Darling, what are you-" He didn't get a chance to finish his question as you pushed off the wall and moved past him through the door. He suddenly wished he had picked up the space more often around his piano as several unfinished sheets of music lay across the floor. Closing the door, he watched you stumble over to the piano, sitting down to pick up some of the paper.
"What are you working on?" you beamed, trying to hum the bar in your hands —you were spectacularly off-key but he adored it even more that way.
"More like what am I not working on, my love. You've inspired me so greatly I can't focus on a single piece," he motioned to the papers around you, "Each one fails to do your beauty justice and then I must start all over." He was making your cheeks flush beyond what the alcohol in your system had already done to you.
"That's a mighty compliment. I think about you so fervently as well," you whispered, avoiding his eyes until he crouched down and lifted your chin.
"What are you doing out so late, darling? Who brought you here? It's dark. You would have had to be accompanied," he moved his hand to thumb at your cheek, trying to brush the warmth away only for it to grow more with the action.
"I walked from the bar." You stated it so simply that he swore he imagined it at first, continuing to smooth out your hair before he realized you weren't saying anything more.
"Wait… you walked? By yourself, darling? That's dangerous this time of night. What would your father think?"
"Well, why do you think I came here instead of home?" you laughed breathlessly as you went to stand, William following and supporting your hips, "Besides missing you… and your lips… and what it feels like to love you so deeply I feel you in my bones… though I love feeling you other places." If he had thought you were bold when sober, seeing you drunk was a whole new experience as your voice took on a sultry tone.
"Sweetheart, you're quite intoxicated. If you're to stay here, we should have you get some rest," he tried to placate you as your hands moved down his sides but you only let out a deep whine in return, nosing at his chest.
"But I'm here and it's been days since we've been allowed to be properly alone, William. I miss the feeling of you. I miss you," your voice came out in half-mumbled whines, clearly full of need as you pressed yourself against him more. He found it to be one of his hardest endeavors to get you safely toward his bed, placating your newfound neediness with his lips to your shoulder while working on the lace of your corset.
"This damned thing," he mumbled to himself when he found himself knotting the ends in his hand by accident but you only giggled as you attempted to turn around and kiss him again.
"You could simply cut me out of it," you tried to offer and while the offer would have made his pants tighter any other day, all he truly wanted in the moment was to wrap you in soft blankets and ensure you didn't manage to run off anywhere else unaccompanied. There was a pang in his guilt imagining you stumbling to his apartment alone, vulnerable to the unsavory men that lurked in the shadows this time of night. But your hands laced through his hair brought him back to reality as he managed to free his hands again.
"Take me to bed. Let me spend the night." He planned to do just that. Nothing more, despite what he knew your drunken mind so deeply desired. He'd make love to you in the morning, deep and slow and all encompassing of the pain in his chest he had had since he had to part with you last. He'd make sure your body would not forget him so soon this time with the most care he could provide in the world.
Soon enough, he had changed you into one of his shirts and gotten you safely under the covers of his bed, letting you watch him change as your eyes grew heavier with your exhaustion. His plan was working. He had hoped that the minute your head rest on his pillows you'd be asleep and by the time he slipped under the covers with you, holding you to his chest, you couldn't do much more than yawn and curl into him.
"William-" you tried to whine but his lips pressed along your hairline as he whispered, "Shush, my love. Close your eyes."
"But we were supposed to be together finally alone and we're not-"
"We're going at it like animals, darling. I'll remind you all about it in the morning," he smoothed your hair out as he lowered his voice soothingly.
"It doesn't feel like we're animals," you whispered, eyes now closed almost against your will. You shivered at the feeling of his fingers dancing along your collarbone as he added, "I'm kissing you all over, sweetheart. Right here where you get all sensitive. Down your chest and all over your stomach. My beautiful tired girl." You couldn't even argue with him as you felt your mind slip further from consciousness. He was lulling you right to sleep, the warmth of his body against yours enough to fill your dreams with the sweetest thoughts.
In the morning, he'd wake you with his lips all over your body just as promised with your last conscious moments. He'd bring you alive on his tongue with the most intoxicating words and make sure you felt only the best of what he could offer you with him pressed deep inside. You had complained before that your fingers were never able to replicate the work he could do on your body and he'd make sure you remembered that when he'd help you home to your father and tout off a story about why you weren't home that previous night. All the while you'd be doing your darnedest to avoid the gaze of your father's eyes as you remembered the weight of your secret lover above you and the warmth of his embrace when you needed him most.
now playing - wildest dreams by taylor swift
၊၊||၊ say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams ၊၊||၊
playing next - merry-go-round of life, runaway, francesca, woman, mystery of love, she, chemistry, young and beautiful, swan lake, i will wait
wardrobe - empire line dresses, silk stockings, boots hidden secretly under her dress, wisps of hair she won't smooth away, pendant necklace hidden under her jacket, deep jewel colors, puffy sleeves that annoy her to no end
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐬
⟢ anything with william
⟢ potentially some other regency era stuff in the future
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬
⟢ bold but looks innocent
⟢ loves to make her boy blush
⟢ a big cuddler when she gets the chance to be
⟢ giggly drunk followed by whiny hangover
⟢ knows the time and place to be outspoken and takes advantage of it
⟢ loves being alone with her boy more than anyone
⟢ prodigy with music and the arts in general
⟢ has the sweetest sleepy/morning voice that her boy adores
⟢ either has loud or silent fuming arguments and no inbetween
⟢ enjoys going out on her own, but doesn't complain about the safety that her boy provides by being there
⟢ lusts hard first but loves even harder after
⟢ loves having conversations with her boy across a table or room with just her eyes that he swears are very expressive
⟢ prefers fruit over pastries at tea, but she never turns down a pastry that her boy brings her when he visits
⟢ won't admit to being clingy but can't help whining a little when her boy has to leave for anything
⟢ gets antsy in silence (which her boy notices and will happily hum for/ with her)
