#//Say you'll remember me...Daphne Bridgerton {Threads}

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There's no look to expect he was even going to answer her questions, and so Daphne continues, feeling the faint sting of tears begin to start in her eyes. "...Must you stand there like that? I don't understand. I don't understand how....how it has come to this. I thought that....I thought that we'd built something and I-"

Her words trail off and all she can do is watch him, watch him seemingly fight something inside of himself. And whatever it was causes a curse to leaves his mouth and the woman's brows raise, ready to question him more but in just a few more moments his lips are on his.

She melts. Without hesitation she melts against him and her arms wrap around him, not only to return the kiss but to keep him here. To keep him from leaving....from leaving her. A single tear slides down her cheek. She'd got what she thought she wanted. She was desired by men all over the town and beyond and within just a matter of months she'd become a wife- ready to start her life with a partner that would leave the manuscript of their love passed down through generations. But....did she want that now? Did she want to have that life if it meant losing him?

No.

Slowly Daphne pulls away, shaking her head. "You cannot expect me to let you go now." Her voice trembles, and she can't look at him. "....You cannot ask that of me....please don't ask that of me."

Why must she remind him that it was their plan when it was so much easier to push her away if he didn't think of how it was his fault too. His fault for letting her in when he had no intention of getting married. God help him through this because the hurt tone of her voice feels like it is ripping his very heart out of his chest. He fought tooth and nail to avoid looking at her and yet when she grabbed his arm he had made the mistake of fixing her with his full gaze.

The pleading look in her eyes and further more the way that she bites her lip between her words threaten to undo the resolve he built in himself. He had told himself a clean break was what would be best for them and yet... And yet he found himself fighting the urge to kiss her senseless. "Daphne..." He can't even bring himself to say more than her name his mouth just opening and closing like he is some type of simpleton. "God damn it." He mumbles that last part before he is catching that hand that pulled away from him to pull her in against his body and crushing her lips to his own in a searing kiss.

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The way he kisses her was more than she could have ever imagined in her wildest dreams. He was still gentle with her, but there was no denying the passion and hunger behind each movement- and rather embarrassingly the same emotions were raw and equally returned as she kissed him back.

Fingers tremble as she pulls away, her breath quick, her heart pounds, and suddenly Daphne isn't quite sure her knees could keep her upright. But his small smile is enough to give her the strength she needs, and her own smile comes at his words.

A small nod is given before Daphne meets him again, her kiss hungrier than the last and the heat she feels in her body is just as overwhelming as it was intoxicating. "Simon," the eldest Bridgerton daughter breathes out, pressing herself closer to him.

This was what he had wanted since the first time he laid eyes on her, but he had denied himself at every turn. Now there was no more denying himself since she had made it very clear that she wanted him as well. Simon could yell from the excitement at having her in every way that his heart desired, but instead he did the one thing he knew they would get in trouble for. Perhaps it was a bit selfish that he had done this, but if this was the first and only time he tasted Daphne Bridgerton's lips then he was going to savor the moment.

The feel of her coming in closer to him and her hand on his cheek had him pulling her flush to his body. He made sure that kiss lasted as long as it could before she broke away and hearing his name spoke forced him to open his eyes and look at her again. He licked his lips at her question a little smirk forming on his lips. "Last I checked, Miss Bridgerton, we were kissing and I'd much like to get back to it if you feel so obliged." He leaned in like he was going to go for a second kiss to see if she would meet him half way.

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His reputation wasn't unknown and surely he could have any woman his heart desired, but she wanted him. She wanted to be with him at every hour of every single day. She wanted to be near him, talk to him, laugh with him- touch him. Whether or not he reciprocated those feelings were unclear, but she had to try....she had to try and let him know where she stood.

His response catches her by surprise and within seconds there's a fiery heat coming to not only her cheeks but every molecule in her body- his words aiding no cooling relief either. "I just assumed that you-"

The woman's words are cut off as Simon's lips are suddenly on hers and suddenly she's unsure how she'd ever gone without them before. A shaking hand comes to his cheek while the other one slides up her chest, blissfully getting lost in the way his lips captured hers. She was eager to return every single one, stepping even closer to him as she breaks for just a moment, trying to catch her breath.

"Simon...." Daphne's fingers reach up, softly brushing over his cheek. "....Do- Do we even know what we're doing anymore?"

@inn0cencestrained's Daphne sent: You can pretend I'm her/him. I don't care. I just want you.

Simon was unsure as to what he did to make Daphne think that he desired anyone other than her, but he clearly needed to fix that. He just smirked at her and closed the distance between them cupping her cheek in his hand once he reached her. "Oh Daph." He breathes his eyes focused solely on her face and nothing else. Her lips are right there and he could just kiss her, but it wouldn't show her just what he felt for her. Actions would not be enough if she thought he was thinking of someone else.

"How could I pretend that you are someone else when all I can think of day and night is you?" His fingers moved to brush her hair back away from her face and then trace down along the side of her neck. There was no way that he was going to let her go another second thinking that he didn't burn for her. "I don't think you understand how much I care for you, Daphne, and perhaps that is my fault, but I intend to rectify that this instant." And with that he is not holding himself back for another second and pressing a searing kiss to her lips.

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He was right. Their plan worked. She was desirable, she was wanted, and the social status of the Bridgerton name had only rose as suitors lined up after learning of her courtship with the Duke. She'd gotten what she'd wanted, as did Simon. She should be happy- excited- but instead all she felt was a gnawing ache in her chest that threatened to tear her heart apart.

Goodbye had always been the end goal....so why did it hurt so much?

Miss Bridgerton, the formality stung, but she forces herself to keep her gaze on him, fighting the urge to reach out for him. "Our plan worked, but must that diminish the friendship we've built? Must that keep you from even looking at me?- Simon-"

A hand reaches out, lightly grabbing his arm to try and force his gaze to fall on her, her light eyes pleading with him. "Why are you doing this? What changed? What prompted-" Daphne stops, biting her bottom lip slightly as she slowly lets go of his arm. "....Why is this difficult for you?"

@inn0cencestrained’s Daphne sent: “  why won’t you even look at me?  ”

How was he even supposed to explain this in a way in which she would understand? He couldn’t look at her. If he looked at her he would notice the way her lips formed the perfect pout, how her eyes were like depthless pools of molten chocolate, and the way her bosom rose in a way that he couldn’t help looking with every breath she took. She was his BEST FRIEND’S sister for god’s sake! He sighed and ran his hand over his face.

“Please don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be, Miss Bridgerton.” Simon said lowly just glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Their ruse had worked and she had her pick of suitors now she didn't need him anymore. Yet every single time he so much as thought about Daphne he couldn't stop the aching in his chest, the yearning and burning for her. "You have your pick of men in the Ton now. Your plan worked why do you need me anymore?"