Summary: Baldabiou and you are up to no good when you decide to share a room at the inn
(A/n: Can be read as a part two to soft as silk, but can also be read alone as it is basically pwp. Warnings: semi-public sex, sex on pool table, strip-snooker (is that even a thing?))
The two of you reached the top of the stairs in what must have been a record time. Luckily you were staying on the first floor, so it was only one stairs. The bartender and the innkeeper were still downstairs, cleaning up the bar.
You dash towards your door room as you pull the large key out of a pocket in your thigh holster. As you fit the key in the keyhole you feel Baldabiou plant his hands on your waist, pulling you against him from behind. Your hands start to tremble and your head falls back to rest against his shoulder. Your movement gives him enough space to kiss your neck.
You had to stifle a moan as you felt him lick your neck at the exact right spot before sucking a hickey there. You’d have to cover it up for your meeting tomorrow, you think to yourself, but at the moment all that matters was the two of you. Your left hand snakes around his neck to pull him in closer, moving your head so you could kiss him.
Your right hand was still trying to unlock the door, but to no avail.
‘Darling, we should get inside before we get caught here.’ Baldabiou mutters against your lips.
‘Would that be such a bad thing?’ you answer before kissing him again. His right hand moves from your waist to the door, moving his fingers over yours as he finds the key and gives it a hard tug. The lock finally opens and as you walk in you feel Baldabiou give you a strong slap on your ass, making you yelp and run inside faster.
You hear him chuckle behind you as he follows you inside and closes the door behind him.
‘Maybe you should be taught some manners, m’lady.’ He grabs your arm to pull you around so you are facing him. A mischievous glint glows in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. You smirk up at him.
‘And I suppose you’d be the one to teach me, sir?’ you fumble with the scarf around his neck, subtly loosening it and tugging it away from him. Then your hands move down to work the buttons of his jacket, but he grabs your hand and tugs it away.
‘I think a lesson in patience may also be in order here.’ He whispers and then his lips are on yours, shutting you up before you can come up with a witty reply. Whilst kissing Baldabiou walks you back in the room until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You grab his arm for leverage when you feel yourself start to fall backwards, but he pushes you down. You let out a noise of surprise but it was swallowed by the man who was on top of you in mere seconds, once again connecting your lips.
It was clear he was in charge, his presence alone would have been enough for you to let him take control, but his decisive handling and confident attitude were what sealed the deal. You hold onto his arms with everything you got, only moving your hands down his torso to undo the final button on his jacket and sliding it off of him, which he allowed.
Then, before you got the chance to take off his white shirt, he took your hands in his and held them above your head, pinned to the mattress. One hand of his was more than enough to dwarf and hold down both of your hands. You bite your lip when he leans back a bit to kiss your jaw, you try desperately to keep in the moans that are threatening to slip out. Of course, Baldabiou noticed.
‘Don’t hold back, darling, I want to hear you.’ He says in a husky voice whilst his other hand that was currently not pinning your hands down swiped your lower lip, pulling is out from between your teeth. A sigh left you lips, which turned into a moan when his fingers moved from your lips to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your dress.
But apparently not everyone appreciated your current situation.
‘I have to ask you to stop now! I just want to sleep for God’s sake!’ a men yells from next door. Both you and Baldabiou fall silent immediately before bursting into muffled laughter. Apparently the innkeeper and bartender had gone upstairs just after you, and were not ready to deal with more of your shit after this afternoon.
Baldabiou moved to the side so you could sit up, you ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Then you laid back on you elbows, watching the man beside you. He really was to handsome to let go.
‘You know,’ you whisper, ‘we can always wait until they are asleep…’.
‘Oh? All of a sudden we have all the patience in the world don’t we?’ Baldabiou answers cocking one eyebrow.
You roll your eyes and slap his chest slightly, then you move to straddle his hips.
‘For you? I’ll do my best.’ You whisper back. Then you were the one to reconnect your lips.
The two of you just sit there, feeling each other up but never enough to relieve the pressure that was building low in your belly. Baldabiou’s pants were getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He was about to snap, ready to thrown you down onto the bed and just have his way with you no matter the consequences, when a loud snoring could be heard from the room next door.
You pull away from Baldabiou, you eyes shooting up to the wall, eyes widening. He was finally asleep! Finally, you didn’t have to hold back! But just as you were about to grab his shirt and practically rip it off of him he stopped you once again, making you whine in disapproval.
‘What do you say we… spice this evening up a bit further?’ he whispers. You sit back on his legs to look at him.
‘What do you mean?’ you genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about.
‘We could sneak downstairs for another drink and a game of snooker.’ He watches with amusement as you try to register his words. A minute ago you were practically fucking each other and now he wants to go downstairs? The idea of breaking the rules was kind of hot though.
‘Trust me, I have a plan.’ He says with a wink. You sigh in defeat and let him lead you back downstairs, careful not to wake anyone with the creaking of the steps. When you reach the bar floor you immediately walk away from the staircase and towards one of the back rooms where a snooker table was situated. The balls were already in place when you entered. The room was so far back in the inn that no one would hear the balls bouncing off the table or off each other, especially if the partition was closed.
‘So, we can play this game like we did earlier, but how about we raise the stakes?’ He starts.
‘Depends on what you mean by that, Baldabiou.’ You couldn’t deny the excitement that was blooming in you stomach.
‘Well, if I shoot and hit, you take off that pretty corset you got on and if you shoot and hit, you may finally take my shirt off, which is what you wanted, right?’ he said, one eyebrow raised in anticipation. This had obviously been a fantasy of his for a long time, seeing the hopeful spark in his eyes. And he wanted to act this fantasy out with you? You nodded at him, the anticipation radiating off him passing onto you. Plus, you had sobered up a bit by now, there was no way you were going to let him win that easily again, definitely not if making the shot would finally get him to take that damned shirt off. He held out a cue for you to take, awaiting your answer.
‘It’s a deal.’ You say taking the cue from his hands.
‘Ladies first’ he says, even in the current situation he was still a gentleman at heart.
So you walk over to the far side of the table. This time you weren’t pulling your punches. That shirt had to go, rather sooner than later. You make the shot seem effortless, the ball bouncing off the sides off the table before rolling back and hitting the third ball, making sure to leave the balls on the table in a way it was impossible for him to make a shot.
His eyes go wide. Just a few hours ago you were unable to make even a single hit, and now you were making perfect shots? He stares flabbergasted.
‘Well?’ you put the cue on the table as you walk over to him.
‘How did you do that? I thought you didn’t play?’ he almost looks offended, but truth is, he loved a challenge, he just didn’t expect it at that time.
‘Hmmm then again,’ you stand in front of him, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt, ‘we don’t know each other that well, do we?’ You tease, then grab his shirt and pull it over his head. he lets you this time. You throw the material on a chair nearby and bring your hands back up to his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair. His body was well formed, you had a hard time taking your hands off him. Baldabiou also seems to get lost in the moment, his hands tangling in your hair to pull you in for another sweet kiss.
You hook two fingers in the side of his pants, pulling him closer whilst walking backwards until your back hits the pool table. He hums in approval as he once again has you backed against the table, his hands landing on either side of you to trap you. you reach behind you, Baldabiou assumes you were just planting your hands on the table for stability but then he feels something hard tapping at his side. He pulls back to see what it is, and you hand him the cue.
‘Your turn.’ You caught him off guard once again, he seems stunned for a bit so you take the opportunity to give him one more kiss before sliding out of his grip. His attention immediately goes back to the table, already regretting his decision to play this game right now. He was still painfully hard in his pants and the way you were teasing him wasn’t helping his situation. Not to mention that if you really were as good as your first shot made you out to be, he might not even win this either.
You thought you had places the balls just right so there was no way he could make any shot. He thought so at first too. But after a minute of assessing he saw a way. When he walked over to the other side of the table you saw it too. It would take incredible expertise to make this shot.
And he sure was an expert.
Baldabiou turns to you, a smug look on his face. You watched the balls until they came to a standstill, the balls just bouncing off of each other. You were sure you had him there, but he was better than you expected.
‘I believe you are a tad bit overdressed, dear.’ Baldabiou says whilst walking towards you. When you drag your eyes away from the balls he is already standing next to you. Before you can turn to face him he is behind you pressing you against the table, his hands on your waist whilst his mouth latches onto your neck once again, leaving yet another mark. Your hands grab the pool table as one of his hands drifts from your waist to your stomach to your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. The combined sensations make you moan out, his tall warm body pressed against yours makes you dizzy.
His mouth moved up to give your earlobe a small nibble.
‘You have to stay quiet, can you do that for me?’ he whispered in your ear.
You don’t trust your voice at al, your legs trembling with anticipation, the trill of possibly getting caught only adding to the sensation. You give a nod and breathe out a barely audibly ‘yes’.
‘Good girl’ He whispers in your ear before taking half a step back, has hands moving to the back of your dress. You feel one big hand slide over the string of your corset, making you shiver. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him tug the knot of the corset loose. The garment loosens around your waist, giving you room to breathe more freely, but it feels like it makes no difference with this man so close behind you. He tugs the clothing away from your body so it slides down your torso and onto the ground so you can step out of it.
You step left to step away from the corset, left in just your underdress and stockings. You turn around and lean back against the table, watching his reaction. His eyes roam your body, for a minute he just stands still. Just as you were about to become self conscious of your current situation he steps forward to reconnect your lips once again, the game of pool forgotten when he picks you up by your waist and sets you down on the table. His hands stay on your waist when you sit down. Baldabiou steps between your legs and all but shoves his tongue in your mouth when you moan at his rough actions.
You hands move up to his chest, kneading his soft flesh as your hands trail down his torso towards his pants. You feel one of his hands move to your legs, one hand giving your thigh a squeeze and the other trailing further down to pull your dress upwards. With your lips still connected your hands quickly undo the fly of his pants and you pull it open to give yourself access. He is already fully erect, and your hand moves to wrap around him and you start to pump him slowly, in awe of his size. He moans out softly at your touch and breaks the kiss.
‘Fuck, Y/n’ he whispers, his forehead connected to yours. You look as his face, his eyes closed in pleasure. His handsome features amaze you as you watch him, in awe at the effect you have on this man. His hands move away from your thighs to remove his trousers completely, giving you better access to his cock when his trousers fall down his legs and he quickly kicks them to the side to join the growing pile of clothes. His chest is heaving now, completely at your mercy for the time being. You once again feel like you’re in control of the situation.
That is, until he suddenly takes a step back, brows furrowed. You look at him in surprise, not sure what he was onto, until he suddenly throws your dress up to pool around your waist on the table. You hadn’t even noticed he had gotten it up that far yet. Baldabiou lets out a grunt when he quite unexpectantly rips your panties off of you, the sound of ripping clothing cutting through the air making you gasp in surprise.
His hands land on your knees, pulling your legs further apart as he steps back in between them to kiss you once again. The force of the kiss knocks you back a bit, and you barely have time to plant your hands behind you on the table to stop you from falling. The kiss swallows the moan you let out when one of his hand lands beside you on the edge of the table for leverage and his other hand touches you sensitive core. His big fingers move slowly up and down your swollen folds, moving from your clit down to your entrance.
‘Fuck, you’re so wet. Is all that just for me, baby?’ he asks against your lips, his fingers collecting your juices from your folds before moving back up to your clit to rub small yet harsh circles on it. Damn this man knows exactly what he is doing.
‘Please, fuck me.’ Is all you manage to get out. It’s not exactly an answer to his question, but he seems to accept it nonetheless. He chuckles softly against your lips, his beard scratching your chin as he once again shoves his tongue in your mouth. You could get drunk on that feeling alone. You feel like you’re drowning in all the sensations, putting one of your arms around his shoulder to hold yourself up a bit better. His hand moves from the table to his own cock, giving it a few strokes and then moving it up and down your now wet folds, soaking his cock in your juices.
You feel his tip prodding against your entrance, and you willingly move forward a bit, taking the tip in. he moans at the feeling of his cock entering your warm cunt.
‘Still as impatient as ever, darling.’ He mutters as he slowly moves further forwards, the stretch burns but it feels so good. His words weren’t complaining at all, and you were in no state to counter what he was saying with him buried inside you. You whimper at the stretch, relieved to finally feel him still his movements when he was fully inside you.
His breath comes out in pants as it takes all of Baldabiou’s self control to not immediately start moving. He gives you time to adjust, and only when you start to buck your hips a bit he starts moving.
There was no need to take things slowly now, both of you were worked up to the point where you could already feel a burning sensation in your abdomen the moment he stars slamming into you. The table creaks under the pressure of your movements when he sets a brutal pace, hitting all the right spots inside you. Your head falls back in a moan, and within a few thrusts of his hips your vision becomes all spotty.
‘Shit, I’m close.’ You whisper out. Baldabiou just grunts in response and takes one of his hands off the table to once again rub circles on your clit. And that was enough to send you over the edge. He keeps his movements going at the exact same pace until you rode out your high. You open your eyes again to see him staring at you, pupils blown and frame shaking. You can tell he’s close by the way he is struggling to keep his pace and his cock starts to twitch inside you.
‘Cum for me, Baldabiou.’ You whisper to him.
‘Fuck.’ Is all he gets out before his pace starts to become more and more irregular until you feel his warm cum painting your insides. His head falls to your shoulder when he makes his final thrusts, making sure to ride out his high as long as possible.
You both sit there for a minute, collecting your breath.
‘You know,’ you start, your hand combing through his messy hair, ‘we should get back upstairs before anyone find us like this.’ You giggle, he breaks a smile too.
‘Good point, but I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.’ He says and moves back to look you in the eye again, a mischievous look plastering his face.
‘Well,’ you start, pushing him back so you can hop of the table. You pull your dress down so you are somewhat covered ‘the sooner you clean this mess up, the sooner you can get back to it, big man.’ You add with a wink before swiftly moving past him and darting upstairs to your room. You hear him giggle behind you whilst he stays behind to pick up both of your clothes. You leave the door to your room unlocked. This sure was one hell of a business trip.
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Taglist all Alfred characters: @teh-vampire-bunny
Summary: Baldabiou has to arrange new eggs in a town not so far north, he gets more than what he came for though
(A/n: for the 3 people who want this, here ya go lmaooo, it was fun to write though, might get a part 2 with smut if anyone wants that ahhaha)
Baldabiou was desperate. Upon Hervés’ return he had learned all off the silk worms on which his mills so desperately depend, had died on the journey to France. 3 of his 4 mills had been shut down due to lack of raw materials this year. He knew it wasn’t Hervés’ fault, he had no influence on when the worms would hatch. Not was he disappointed in the boy, his past travels had been a big success. The problem was the town, which relied almost exclusively on the money made from silk by now.
He walked in the empty mill now, lighting his last cigar while at it. He was still quite wealthy, but there would be no money coming in this year. Herve had offered to put the town to work in his garden to produce food and said he would pay the people for their labour. Baldabiou had reluctantly agreed, knowing it was in the towns’ best interest. It would keep everyone fed through the next year. But money would still be tight, even with how rich the elite were, there was no way it could finance the town for a full year.
He raked his hand through his dark hair, then scratched on his bearded chin. He would take every opportunity to make the situation even slightly better. But it would do him no good to travel to Japan at this time, there would be no eggs available for at least another 8 months. He leaned back against one of the working tables. Normally it would be stacked with silk by now. Not this year. He had send out letters to some nearby towns though, asking them, begging them, for some of their worms so he could at least produce some silk this year in one of the 3 currently unoccupied mills.
But the 19th century was not a great time for small towns to trade with each other. Everyone was way to competitive to become the biggest town to be able to land a hand, at least in that region in France. Baldabiou had almost given up. He had send some letters to some further regions as well, but no letters had returned. He could not expand his search region much further, the larvae could only travel a certain distance.
He was lost in thought when one of his servants came into the mill, holding an envelope. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but at the same time couldn’t help a smile creeping onto his features at the sight of an unfamiliar seal on the letter.
‘What do you have there in your hands you beautiful bastard?’ he says with a smile before the man got a chance to speak. Baldabiou is a very enthusiastic man when he sees an opportunity.
‘This is a letter that came in from the Netherlands just now. I haven’t opened it yet, sir.’ The man politely answers.
‘How many times do I have to tell you, call me Baldabiou.’ He laughs while taking the letter from his servant. He always treated them with respect, just shy of equals. No more words were exchanged as he broke the seal of the letter and started to read.
‘Dear Mr. Baldabiou,
We have heard of your shortage in silk worms and the fears you expressed on its financial consequences on your town. We are pleased to inform you of a possible trading economy regarding your town and ours, located only mere miles away from each other.
We have found a perfect way to breed the worms ourselves, so we don’t have to rely on the import of eggs out of countries far away. We are not giving up the secret of our trade, which would be terrible for our economy, but we are willing to sell a numerous amount of eggs to your town in need.
If you are interested, write back to us saying you will accept our offer and meet one of our people in the inn of our town on this Wednesday, check in with the bartender.’
It was signed with a signature that was so cursive it was unreadable, followed by an address to which they would have to write. This was a no brainer for Baldabiou. He had been looking for silk everywhere, and now finally someone had answered his prayers. He was ecstatic! He was going to save the town.
‘My boy, have someone write back as soon as possible that we will accept their generous offer, and have someone prepare my long distance travel coach!’ Baldabiou said handing the letter back to his servant, who made a small bow before saying ‘I will see to it’ and then he left.
Baldabiou looked around the now empty mill once more, he couldn’t wait to tell everyone the good news! But he wouldn’t, not yet. He only had 3 days to travel to his destination in the north, which would be enough to get there. The distance was also short enough to ensure safe travel for the eggs and/or larvae he would receive.
When he first read the offer, he thought about sending Hervé. But as he had approached the end of the letter, he was overwhelmed by how generous these people seemed, and wanted to meet them himself. Also, Hervé was still busy with his garden, growing foods which seemed so desperately needed mere minutes ago.
The next 3 days of travel went by quickly and smoothly, the road systems up north were well maintained. Baldabiou had instructed his servants back at his estate to tell anyone he had stood up or who came looking for him that he was away for about a week, and to leave their contact addresses if he needed to get back to them later.
The town he entered was wealthy. They had obviously done some more trading and producing than he had. The buildings looked sturdy and clean. The roads were smooth. The people, even the poorer classes, were well dressed. His coach driver set him off just outside the inn. It was evening already. Baldabiou would go in, ask if they still had a room available, get some thing to eat and drink and maybe play some snooker while he was at it. His coach driver would sleep in the vehicle.
His meeting for the worms was tomorrow, and he had taken a lot of his own savings for the deal. It was a gamble making a deal with a town you don’t know, but he was willing to risk it. His evening went almost entirely as planned, except for the ‘getting a room’ part. Apparently, the inn was already booked full with merchants so rich he almost felt insecure about even being in the same inn as them. The trading overseas had made this town way richer than Baldabiou could have ever imagined.
He had a whole evening to kill. He knew he’d also have to find a room sometime soon, but right now he just wanted to enjoy his drink at the bar. The travel had worn him down, and the drink was a good pick-me-up. His sprits lifted when he tasted the brown liquor and felt it burn down his throat. Then he ordered a second round and looked around the bar area. It was quite late already, and most people were drunk, he might be able to make some easy money out of them with some bets.
Then he spotted a room in the back where, lo and behold, a pool table stood. There were some people playing already and some just looking, mostly men but he could see at least on woman sitting by the window shooting down men and keeping to herself. The two people playing pool now were no good, they were so drunk that it was a miracle if they even hit one ball, let alone both. He walked over to them, about to serve them their asses.
‘Hello boys,’ he smiled confidently ‘how about we raise the stakes in here?’
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You had arrived at the inn a day before the deal. Your dad, who was the major of the town, had entrusted you with this deal. It would raise the reputation of your town immensely. While most other towns never let a woman in a high position your dad insisted on you being his heir. Also, because he had no other children, but you were getting by just fine. You didn’t even need your dads reputation anymore. People knew who you were, and they respected you.
Your dads estate was in the country side. You didn’t want to make the trip to the town the same day as the meeting, so you went the day before. This would also give you some much needed privacy. You were never alone in the estate, but in town you didn’t need guards 24/7.
This leads to the current situation. You sat by the window in the back room of the inn, watching some men play snooker on the table while you occasionally sipped your wine. It was a nice change in atmosphere.
You were enjoying the view, you also had quite a steady hand when it came to snooker games. But tonight, you were content just watching. Three guys had been playing all night, the wager being who would buy the next round.
That is until he showed up. You had never seen this man before in town, but then again, it was a traders town. Many people came and went every day. But you would have remembered him. the tall stranger had dark hair and a beautiful beard. He also had a confident attitude about him, walking right up to the table and asking the guys for a match.
He is probably just trying to get some money before leaving for the next city, traders were like that all the time. Though he looked rather clean, but given it was your night off you didn’t give it any more thought.
As the night went by the guys who started at the table left one by one, all deadass broke. This man had an amazing shot. Every single time he managed to hit. You were actually impressed. He didn’t play for drinks though, and he made a small fortune that night, bleeding those other merchants dry.
The pub emptied out, only the residents still stayed. He was also still there. You watched as the last guy in the room handed over his last coins to the dark haired man and slumped away, obviously too drunk to stand a chance against anyone. Then it was just the two of you in the back room.
At first neither of you spoke, him just playing away at the table while occasionally sneaking a glance at you. You rolled your eyes, was he really trying to impress you with his moves? Though it was actually really cool to see someone else shoot like that… it’s also your night off so you let your mind wander.
‘Do you play too, lady?’ he suddenly speaks up. His question was polite, the man had manners. You finished your drink in one big gulp, feeling confident and up for a challenge.
‘You’re on, sir.’ You reply, taking one of the cue as he smiled and placed the balls in starting position.
‘Ladies first.’ He says with a small sarcastic bow while gesturing at the table for you to start the game. You shot… and completely missed all of the balls. You must’ve had more to drink that you thought, back at home you were the top player. Your movement was sloppy, and your eyes were not focussed on the target, but at the man on the other side of the table. You could barely take you eyes off of him, like all the attention in a room would immediately be sucked to him when he entered. And you were enjoying it.
‘That was close, darling. Have you played before?’ You laughed at yourself as he asked, your shot was really terrible tonight. But you had nothing to prove so you might as well lean into it.
‘Once or twice, mister…?’
‘Baldabiou,’ he answers before moving to stand by the table to make his shot, which obviously once again hits all the targets. He moves the score counter to 0 – 1. ‘And what is your name, pretty lady?’ he asks.
Your cheeks feel warm, whether it was because of the alcohol or the unexpected compliment you didn’t know, but you expected the latter. ‘Y/n’ you huffed out before leaning forwards to take another shot. Maybe you just had to get the feeling of it after not playing for some time? Though the wine isn’t helping at all, neither is he.
The two of you played for an hour or so, watching each other closely. Sometimes, when he walked over to the other side of the table, he made sure to walk past you and brush his arm against yours. Flirty remarks went back and forth, and before you knew it the bartender was closing down for the night.
The owner of the inn walked over to the two of you. ‘Sir, I need you to leave.’ He said politely, but there was an urgency in his voice too.
You expected Baldabiou to put up more of a fight, judging by his character, but he went to retrieve his coat.
‘Wait, wait, why are you leaving?’ You asked, subconsciously grabbing Baldabiou by his arm. He looked shocked at your boldness at first, but then he smiled down at you.
‘Sweetheart, the rooms were full when I got here, I have to go somewhere else.’ He smiled sadly.
‘Where are you staying tonight, then?’ you asked, still perplexed.
‘Probably in my coach with my driver, he’s just a few streets away.’ He said, looking at the window. You followed his gaze when his smile dropped as he looked outside. It was pouring out there. Your mind started racing, you could buy out one of the other occupants, but that would reveal your status and you liked to stay anonymous. The owner of the inn left the two of you alone at this point, to give some privacy, and you were glad he did.
‘You can stay with me.’ You blurted out. You didn’t mean to, given the suggestive nature of the sentence, but this man had been wonderful to you all night. You’d feel bad if you had let him walk to his coach all the way through the rain, knowing his wet clothes would take a day or two to dry up with this downpour.
Baldabiou raised an eyebrow, once again taken by surprise by you. Then again, so were you.
‘Y/n, that’s really kind of you, but I can’t ask you to do tha-‘ but you cut him off.
‘No, I mean, the room I have has a couch which can also be used if you want, or I can sleep there that is also o-‘ now it was your turn to be cut off. Baldabiou couldn’t stop himself anymore. You looked absolutely stunning while trying to beat him in a game he knew you wouldn’t win. What cut you off was his lips on yours, trying to convey all the emotions he had come to feel for you tonight.
His beard scratched your chin as he moved his lips against yours. You took a quick look behind him to check if the door to the room was closed, which it was, before turning your attention back to Baldabiou. His hands were on your waist, which was accentuated by your corset and your hands held the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer.
In a moment of boldness, you nipped at his lip, making him gasp and giving you the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He walked you back against the pool table, lifting you up so you were sitting on the edge. He stepped between your legs reconnecting the kiss. His hands on your legs.
‘I think I can spend the night here, if that’s really okay with you?’ he looked down on you with big brown puppy eyes. You kissed him back in response, unable to find the words and string a sentence together.
‘Hmmm’ Baldabiou moaned softly into the kiss ‘darling we should head upstairs, before that man comes back and kicks us both out.’ He smiles as you pout slightly before returning his smile and nodding.
He walks you out of the door and chases you up the stairs to your room, ignoring the weird looks the bartender and his boss gave the two of you. This was not at all what Baldabiou had planned for his trip, but it was a nice surprise, nonetheless.
I liked the part with the worms. The remarkably flat tale of the world's stupidest man, embarking on a quest to forget that he's living a wo
I liked the part with the worms.
The remarkably flat tale of the world's stupidest man, embarking on a quest to forget that he's living a wonderfully blessed life with his beautiful wife Keira Knightley, because he is sad over a nameless Japanese consort that he saw like twice and literally never spoke to.
The setting and concept of a man travelling across the world to visit a totally foreign culture had a lot of potential, but the romantic elements that made the core of the movie were simply not interesting. Well, at least there were some nice looking locations and costumes.
Keira looked great in period costume, but what else is new? Her accent was totally unplaceable; Almost American, certainly not French. Michael Pitt's performance was astonishingly monotonous. I couldn't tell how he felt about anything because he seemed vaguely disinterested the entire time. Alfred Molina was pretty great, but wasn't around much.
A weird movie. Not exactly bad, but almost wholly uncompelling.
