“Problem?” The argument that he should have known what she was talking about was perhaps a valid one, however, there were also so many alternatives. He certainly didn’t seem to lack, as far as problems were concerned — in fact, as of late, they seemed to be piling up all around him to the point where it became a wonder how the Congressmen was able to breathe. Whether the problem was rooted from his office or his home — it made the smallest difference; the fact still remains, they knew no end. Exhaling hard and deep, hands folded and pressed against the wooden surface of his desk ( away from the ransacked paperwork ) as a pair baby blue eyes turned to stare up at her — his darling wife. “Every time I fix one, another problem presents itself. It’s like I’m taking one step forward and two steps back. But please, tell me, which problem are you referring to?“

@butscrewmefirst

butscrewmefirst:

there are times, though they are rare, that elizabeth is giving and willing to do as her lover pleases. and with his honest suggestion put forth, she finally presses her lips to donovan’s own and hums into the gesture. he’s chosen well, and she wants him to know that.   ❛ dinner sounds wonderful… will you be cooking, or will it be a night to order in? ❜   hands glide up along his chest one last time only for arms to wrap loosely about his neck to tighten their embrace. she DOES love him, and that much even donovan knows, but elizabeth is far too blind to her own feelings to know. 

      Although she did say that the ball was in his court, Donovan still wasn’t quick to believe it — not entirely, anyway. Perhaps she was giving him the freedom of choice, but he knew that he was still her toy; obedient and built to serve and cater to her every desire. Not that he would have it any other way, of course. Alas, bearing all of that in mind, he made sure to verbally approach the situation accordingly and to the best of his ability. “You know what, babe? I think I am going to leave the decision up to you. What would you prefer?” The question left his lips softly, bringing his hand up to gently stroke her cheekbone with his thumb — admiring the immense beauty that she possessed. “I’m fine with whatever. All I really want is to be the only thing that has your attention tonight.“

butscrewmefirst:

that moment when u try to understand how you got so lucky to have a husband like @iintravenovs but u rlly don’t know. also ily bby. ♥

wow, talk about lucky & undeserving… ily too very much! 

butscrewmefirst:

always so willing to please. and that SMILE; elizabeth can’t get enough of it.   ❛ no, baby, i want to know what you want to do. it’s OUR night, but i always pick. ❜   space between them is closed, her frame pressed flush to donovan’s as hands splay out flat against his chest and rub up and down. chin tilting up, her lips will brush teasingly against his own.   ❛ anything you want… ❜

     It’s all too foreign to him to even consider making a decision. No, not the overwhelming sense of unease; he was more than used to that — the slightly nauseating feeling that he typically fell victim to as his insides twisted in knots. This was a discomfort on a completely different level. Perhaps it was needless to say that he wasn’t exactly used to the prospect of being the one to suggest an activity for the two of them to partake in — they were often denied and he was shamed for even considering such a thing. Was this a test? Was she being genuine? Per usual, it was hard for him to tell. But alas, he would be a fool, quite frankly, not to consider the former. “It’s my choice?” As if he really needed some kind of clarification. In his ( brief ) silence, he carefully considered his options ( did she want to go on a hunt? Have another endless night of sex? ) before eventually deciding to bite the bullet. “How about some dinner?” She did say that it was up to him — whatever he wanted, and what more did Donovan want than some romance?

butscrewmefirst:

❛ smart man. it’s good to know who’s on your side. ❜   she encourages with a gentle grin, pausing only to look him up and down; the man is always so hesitant around her, and she’s well aware of it though she rarely comments.   ❛ now, how about we do something together, hmm? just the two of us? ❜   it’s implied that she doesn’t mean hunting.

     The weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders was suddenly lifted the second that her words were able to travel the short distance and to be fully taken in by him. So soothing; and yet, Donovan never dared to take advantage of that. A show for his relief came in the way that he looked up at her, allowing her to see everything in the sparkle of his baby blue eyes. Albeit small, a genuine smile quickly crept up on his face nonetheless. “Of course we can do something together, babe. What do you have in mind?” As eager as he was to accept her proposal, he still knew better than to be the one to suggest an activity rather than accept her suggestion — no matter how much he might not have wanted to. After all, he lived to serve.

butscrewmefirst:

he’s a good man, too good for her, but elizabeth won’t ever admit that aloud. donovan’s excitement ( yet equal surprise ) is even more entertaining, however, and she’ll gladly take the kiss pressed to her hand.   ❛ i wasn’t gone that long… but i’m glad you’re happy to see me. ❜   hand is pulled out of donovan’s grasp, her attention then going to the room her lover had previously been dancing and singing in.   ❛ do you do this often? ❜   emerald gaze is back to him, painted pout parting into a wide grin.

     It was almost instantaneous, the way that the smile had been wiped off his face, replaced by an expression that was full of weary and defeat. If anything, it wasn’t for a lack of effort on his behalf — he did try; tried as hard as he could to take her attention in his hands and pull it in another direction, but it was all to no avail. He hadn’t quite mastered the art of manipulation like she had. His hand quickly lifted to rest over the back of the neck as a long sigh escaped him before he could eventually give her an answer. “Sometimes.” He answered with clear hesitation, giving his shoulders a casual shrug. “I know you didn’t want to be bothered and you didn’t really leave me kind of instructions or anything.“

butscrewmefirst:

❛ baby, why wasn’t i invited to this party? ❜   she watches on from the now open doorway as her lover sings and dances to the song, an entertained grin in place.

with @iintravenovs continued from HERE.

     Oddly enough, he was startled to hear the voice that wasn’t Drake’s nor his own. Even more than that, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of embarrassment coursing through him and threatening to redden his cheeks. An idle threat, of course — Donovan had more than enough sense within him to openly display that much. Still, he could’ve sworn that no one was around, but given the fact that it was the Countess, he wasn’t even going to consider one word of complaint. “You’re back!” His tone was a mixture of surprise and genuine excitement. Quickly switching off the music, a smile took its form on his face as he dashed over to the doorway where his platinum blonde lover stood. “I’ve missed you so much, babe.” He then quickly lifted he hand to kiss her knuckles; the smile still on his face as she straightened himself to stand directly in front of her. He knew better than to even question where she was.

butscrewmefirst:

❛ why on EARTH would that offend me, donovan? i can’t help but to agree on most counts. ❜   she grins, but there’s something almost stiff behind the expression. 

     He simply shrugs his shoulders; a tactic he chooses to resort to instead of truthfully answering her question. For no reason other than the embarrassment he felt over his lack of backbone; although that was rather short-lived. “… I don’t know. I was just making sure.“