Briar Point
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DarkFic › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
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3
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8,302
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This is an original work of fiction. Any resemblence to actual or fictional persons or events is purely coincendental.
August's Dream [12-15-1835]
Moon light streamed into the upstairs window. The glass sparkled and reflected the light of the candle trio set up on the armoire just below it. But the beauty created by the flickering fire-light was nothing compared to her. His hands roamed the body that he swore was sculpted by God himself. He felt the heat boiling inside of her.
August's body was positioned just above hers, his weight on his elbows and his bare chest just inches from her soft breasts. His soft lips planted sweet kiss on her hot, moist skin starting from her jaw and forging a path to her right nipple. A soft moan of ecstasy escaped her lips. Eleanora lifted her hips and pressed herself against August's body. He was stiff and throbbing, and she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything.She found the strength to reach down and tug on his trousers. Immediately, he stripped them off of his body and smirked playfully at the girl beneath him. He bend and kissed her stomach and trailed down to where her slip met her waist. He tucked his fingers lightly between the silk and her skin. She shivered with delight. Gently, he undressed his lover.
The two took in each other's bodies. Both young, both fit. Eleanora laughed her sweet laugh and August lowered himself to nuzzle his face in her sweet smelling hair. She willingly opened her legs and revealed the source of her heat. August shifted himself between them and entered her greedily. "August!" ....
"August! You lazy boy! The day is here!" He sat up quickly, annoyed that the morning sun had risen in this reality before it had in his fabricated dream world. 'Sleeping on this settee is murder to my back' August thought as he stretched his two strong arms high above his head. He turned to look out of the two large windows behind him in the family room and could tell that it wasn't any later than 6:30. But still, he was late. He was surprised that Caroline hadn't woken him up when she went out to get water this morning. He felt puzzled on how he could have possibly slept so long. He rushed into the washroom and washed his face and his mouth before changing into an outfit he had planned on wearing to the towns today when he went with his father. He pulled up the tan colored pantaloons around his waist and let the excitement of the days promises fill him to the brim, willingly leaving behind the world he had created.
He was planning to buy something special for a special young lady who had recently caught his eye, Eleanora Knox. She was the little sister of his best friend but the two had already talked and he'd received informal permission from his best friend- so the planning to officially start pursuing the young lady had him ecstatic. He wanted to buy her some elegantly crafted piece of jewelry, perhaps set in gold. He'd seen the magnificent pieces his sister had worn and wanted to find something similar.
As he pulled on his crisp white shirt he let his mind wander to some of the more beautiful memories he had with Miss Knox. He loved her beautiful fair hair and her delicate features. He envied the sun and how it seemed to light her up. He longed for the spring time air and the fresh flowers that couldn't compete with the real beauty of Eleanora. He buttoned the shirt thinking of the perfect way to present her with the gift he was to buy her. "Oh! I shall invite her to the ball!" He said to no one. The Christmas Ball was an old tradition at Briar Point and it was to be held the following Saturday. With all of the excitement he misbuttoned the bottom two buttons of his shirt and didn't notice until he was tucking it neatly inside of his pantaloons. He pulled the shirt back out and rebuttoned the shirt and tucked it away professionally. He pulled on his olive velvet waist coat and buttoned the large gold buttons, taking notice of their shine, being reminded once again of Eleanor's brilliant eyes.
August sat on the settee and pulled on his socks followed by his black leather boots. He grabbed his beaver top had from the table and headed downstairs, ready to go to two. He arrived cheerfully but his expression was not mirrored by his family. Something was off. "August! A young boy your age shouldn't be so lazy!" His mother said sternly while caressing her son's chin. "Sorry Mother, I was having the most beautiful dreams. I've never quite felt like this before." He said not wanting to let his little sister in on the fact he was seeking to court her dear friend, though she probably had an idea anyway. Suddenly his elevated mood hit the floor when his father spoke in his usual raspy and cold voice. "Go upstairs and change. We won't be going to the city today. Caroline has just informed us of a hole she spotted early this morning on the south eastern wall." Malcolm shot a cold glare at his daughter before looking up to meet his sons eyes.
August was outraged. He felt his nostrils flaring as his vision blurred. He had inherited his fathers anger problem. "What can you possibly mean!? We aren't going!? Why in the world not? It's just a stupid hole! Farmer Johnston can have it patched in an hour. What is the issue?" August said with much more passion than he had intended. His father stood, shadowing over his son. "You will not use that tone under my roof! You will go upstairs immediately and change and then you will meet me at the church. You are not entitled to any of the food that your mother has just spent the last two hours preparing for I will not tolerate that tone to be used around my wife." August wanted to explode, but he didn't want to upset his mother, never had he felt more sorry for her than this moment. He turned on one heel and rushed up the stairs and flopped rebelliously on the expensive couch.
He tried calming himself and thought himself into composure. 'I will have a chance to buy something for Eleanora, even if I must go to the city myself! I've made the journey before and it shouldn't be too hard to do alone. Maybe I sneak out at night, I should arrive to the city by morning, and I can return by tomorrow evening. Eleanor deserves only the best. And I must invite her before another lad does so. But in order to get permission I'll have to apologize to father. No. I won't. I know his intentions and I will not apologize to a man like that. I will not.'
Suddenly he stood and calmly changed out of his expensive and elegant atire into a pair of old brown work pants and a cream colored cotton shirt. He changed into work boots and threw on some old suspenders. He would work like the common man today, helping his town, his home. Fully dressed, August headed down the stairs where his mother met him with buttered bread and an apple. "Don't tell your father." Was all she said with a kiss on a cheek. August ate on the way tossing the apple core into Farmer Johnston's fields; he would appreciate the compost, August thought.
August arrived to the church before the meeting had begun and took a seat in the back pews where the council members' sons were expected to sit. They were forced to attend many meetings once they were of age, yet had not right to input unless they were voted into the council. August sat and listened for hours waiting for a unanimous vote. Farmer Johnston wanted to patch quickly so cats and rats couldn't disturb his fields and Malcolm wanted to take advantage of the circumstances and extend the town, apparently Malcolm had money to buy more land and he was ready to buy up as much as he could. Of course, that would mean that he would build more houses, charge more rent, and double the rent Farmer Johnston was paying because he'd have the double the fields. People knew, but didn't speak of it, that Farmer Johnston couldn't afford such a thing to happen, he was already hard pressed for money.
Finally after a lunch break the meeting came to a close and August's faith in the justice system was renewed when the council voted to just patch up the fence. He wished more people could see that the greed inside his father ate him from the inside out like a black hole. He wished they could see his imperialistic intentions solely for capital gain. He wished they knew that he'd sell his soul for a nickel and his son for a penny. He wished they knew who Malcolm Cole really was. He was not at all what he was seen to be- the town had him up high on an unreachable and unrealistic pedestal. And it disgusted August.
The meeting had ended and August followed the men out to the hole to start patching. After a few hours of hammering and sawing and measuring and securing he was in charge of taking the supplies back to the old barn. It was almost dark and he wanted to hurry, he was starving and he was ready to head out secretly to the city. But as he approached the barn he heard voices, familiar voices.
He saw three silhouettes in the doorway. He walked briskly, recognizing Miss Knox. "Good afternoon Miss Knox, sister." August then turned to notice the new gentleman who had been the topic of many open and private council meetings, Mr. Marcos, the proposed catholic. "Mr. Marcos, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm August Cole and extremely thrilled finally meet the man causing my father hell. You have my up-most respect." He said jokingly extending a polite hand to the gentleman. He then caught notice that his little sister blushed at the sound of Mr. Marco's voice and giggled in his presence. He didn't really care, except that meant that obviously Eleanora wasn't taken by the man, two best friends never had eyes for the same man, did they? No. Of course not. "Oh Eleanora, I hear you'll be joining my family for dinner tonight? Might I have the honor of a walk after dinner?" He said with charm, and at an opportune time to assert himself over any ideas this Mr. Marcos might have for his Eleanora. The idea was absurd, but no one ever said August was logical.
"I would be delighted, Mr. Cole." Eleanora said softly with a light smile. She too, would be counting the minutes.