AHAHAHA OF COURSE SHE HAS SILK BABYCLOTHES. AND PEARLS.
you know that Tharkay is really just disgruntled because Granby has been too busy with the baby to have time for sex! he did not sign up for this celibacy nonsense.
"Oh, thank you," Granby sighed, leaning back in his chair as Tharkay rubbed his shoulders. "That's lovely; I've got so used to the knots I can barely remember when it didn't hurt." The baby in his arms gurgled a little, and the muscles under Tharkay's hands tensed again. "All right, there, princess? Are you hungry? Shall we get you a meal?"
"You stay where you are," Tharkay said firmly, pushing Granby back down when he made as though to rise. "Laurence! Princess is hungry."
Laurence, who was writing a letter at the desk, looked up with a puzzled expression. Tharkay stared meaningfully, and he suddenly said, "Oh! Yes, of course, I'll just go and feed her, shall I?"
Granby looked a little uncertain. "Will, I do not mean to be rude, but..."
"If Tharkay could manage an entire week without you, I am quite sure I will be able to feed her by myself," Laurence said firmly. He came over to Granby and took the baby from his reluctant arms.
Princess immediately began to cry.
"No, no, we'll be just fine," Laurence said feebly, batting away Granby's hands when he reached out to take her back. "There, there, nothing to cry about..." Her shrieks grew louder, and Laurence looked pleadingly at Tharkay. Tharkay merely glared back stonily, and Laurence gulped and remarked, "Well, perhaps she just needs a change. We'll go do that, shan't we, Princess? It'll be lovely! Just you and your Papa Will. You'll like that, won't you?"
From Princess' continued screaming, she would not like that at all, but Laurence carried her out of the room before Granby could break out of Tharkay's iron grip to grab her back. Her howling could be heard even through the closed door.
"There," Tharkay said, only half-concealing his immense feeling of satisfaction. "Take off your shirt and go lie down; I shall fetch the massage oil and do this properly."
"Oh, but - " Granby protested, getting to his feet as he stared worriedly at the door. Tharkay caught his shoulders again and turned him forcibly so they were face to face. "Tharkay, I couldn't - "
Tharkay kissed him. Granby mumbled for a moment, but then he seemed to get into the spirit of things, especially when Tharkay's hands worked their way under his shirt and smoothed across the warm skin of his back. "Off," Tharkay repeated as he drew back again, tugging at the shirt.
Granby obediently unbuttoned it, a dazed look on his face. When Tharkay turned away to retrieve the oil, however, some of his sense returned, and he objected, "But, Tharkay, Laurence - "
Tharkay found the bottle he had been looking for and came back to Granby's side with a dangerous light in his eyes. "Laurence," he said, deceptively calm, "has had you to himself all week. So if you would like a massage, kindly remove your clothing and go lie down; if you do not, I fear I shall be obliged to ravish you where you stand."
Granby gulped and took off his shirt.
disgruntled Tharkay is &hearts! also, I am so sorry about the baby's name, but your Granby called her that and then I had this sudden flash of him telling Iskierka she could name the baby so she wouldn't be so jealous and Iskierka wanted all these horrible names like "Smelly" and "Screechy" and "Pink Blob" so when she suggested "Princess" Granby just gave up and said okay. probably not a legitimate excuse. oh well.
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Re: LKASJFASLKDFJASDLF;K
Date: 2009-04-05 01:58 am (UTC)you know that Tharkay is really just disgruntled because Granby has been too busy with the baby to have time for sex! he did not sign up for this celibacy nonsense.
"Oh, thank you," Granby sighed, leaning back in his chair as Tharkay rubbed his shoulders. "That's lovely; I've got so used to the knots I can barely remember when it didn't hurt." The baby in his arms gurgled a little, and the muscles under Tharkay's hands tensed again. "All right, there, princess? Are you hungry? Shall we get you a meal?"
"You stay where you are," Tharkay said firmly, pushing Granby back down when he made as though to rise. "Laurence! Princess is hungry."
Laurence, who was writing a letter at the desk, looked up with a puzzled expression. Tharkay stared meaningfully, and he suddenly said, "Oh! Yes, of course, I'll just go and feed her, shall I?"
Granby looked a little uncertain. "Will, I do not mean to be rude, but..."
"If Tharkay could manage an entire week without you, I am quite sure I will be able to feed her by myself," Laurence said firmly. He came over to Granby and took the baby from his reluctant arms.
Princess immediately began to cry.
"No, no, we'll be just fine," Laurence said feebly, batting away Granby's hands when he reached out to take her back. "There, there, nothing to cry about..." Her shrieks grew louder, and Laurence looked pleadingly at Tharkay. Tharkay merely glared back stonily, and Laurence gulped and remarked, "Well, perhaps she just needs a change. We'll go do that, shan't we, Princess? It'll be lovely! Just you and your Papa Will. You'll like that, won't you?"
From Princess' continued screaming, she would not like that at all, but Laurence carried her out of the room before Granby could break out of Tharkay's iron grip to grab her back. Her howling could be heard even through the closed door.
"There," Tharkay said, only half-concealing his immense feeling of satisfaction. "Take off your shirt and go lie down; I shall fetch the massage oil and do this properly."
"Oh, but - " Granby protested, getting to his feet as he stared worriedly at the door. Tharkay caught his shoulders again and turned him forcibly so they were face to face. "Tharkay, I couldn't - "
Tharkay kissed him. Granby mumbled for a moment, but then he seemed to get into the spirit of things, especially when Tharkay's hands worked their way under his shirt and smoothed across the warm skin of his back. "Off," Tharkay repeated as he drew back again, tugging at the shirt.
Granby obediently unbuttoned it, a dazed look on his face. When Tharkay turned away to retrieve the oil, however, some of his sense returned, and he objected, "But, Tharkay, Laurence - "
Tharkay found the bottle he had been looking for and came back to Granby's side with a dangerous light in his eyes. "Laurence," he said, deceptively calm, "has had you to himself all week. So if you would like a massage, kindly remove your clothing and go lie down; if you do not, I fear I shall be obliged to ravish you where you stand."
Granby gulped and took off his shirt.
disgruntled Tharkay is &hearts! also, I am so sorry about the baby's name, but your Granby called her that and then I had this sudden flash of him telling Iskierka she could name the baby so she wouldn't be so jealous and Iskierka wanted all these horrible names like "Smelly" and "Screechy" and "Pink Blob" so when she suggested "Princess" Granby just gave up and said okay. probably not a legitimate excuse. oh well.