Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

She nuzzled his cheek with her nose.

"Mm." He hummed quietly with a distinct note of content.

"So, what now?" she asked softly, her lips brushing his skin when she spoke.

He opened his eyes just a little. "Whatever you want,"

"My sir, I am yours," she whispered.

His lids lifted all the way. He wasnt expecting that.

She leaned against him, confirming what she'd said.

He hugged her, then asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean," she emphasized, "that I'm yours."

"Well, what.. Does that entail, exactly?"

"That's for you to decide."

He briefly puckered his lips with thought. "Well, can I make you dinner?"

"I would love that."

Time skip?

"Well, you won't stay here forever, so I'll make of it what I can."

Pierre fell silent again. “I’m not as good as you might think, but do what you want.”

She pushed hair behind her ear.

Skip to when he helps her with house chores? I have an idea to help develop her past )

Time skip?

(Sure!)

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André made one last round through his home, chewing on his lip–making sure everything was perfect. He chose his favorite suit to wear–aside from the dashing red coat–and settled with a soft brown colored coat. He had tied his hair back to a perfect formality. The food was ready, the dining table set, nearly every surface cleaned. Now he had to wait in anxious excitement.

Jane cleaned herself up and put on her best dress. It was white with golden accents, perfectly fitted to her figure and bringing out the flecks of gold in her eyes. She strolled through the town, formally greeting people she knew and trying to stay out of harm's way. She needed to make it to John's house in one piece, so she couldn't risk being ambushed by a wild group of rebels. Miraculously, she made it to John's doorstep. She exhaled softly. "Are you ready for this?" she asked herself. She looked at her hand and balled them into fists. Her eyes lifted to the door. "Yes," she replied and knocked firmly on the wood.

His heart lurched up into his throat. Clearing it and brushing any possible wrinkles from his well-fitted suit, he opened the door and smiled as calmly as he could, considering how much his thoughts were in nervous uproar. "Jane," he inhaled. "I'm so glad to see you,"

"You as well, my sir," she said, brushing some of her hair off of her shoulders, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her appearance.

His gaze travelled down the length of her dress to her shoes, then back up to her eyes. "Come inside, m'lady,"

Jane stepped into the foyer. "Oh, it's lovely!" she said, looking around with eyes filled with light.

"You think so?" His smile widened. His house was huge, and this was only the foyer. Which eradicated his lies about having a humble home. Maybe.. Maybe he was ashamed for being so wealthy.

"Yes, it's quite pleasing to the eye," she said, marveling at the wonderous house.

His hands fiddled with one another. His home held a theme of gold and warm whites, he seemed to have an impressive collection of small bronze horse figurines. It was like walking into the castle of King George himself.

Unknowingly, Jane had completely matched herself to the interior of his home!
"Won't you show me around?" she asked, her gaze relocating back to him.

"Can we eat first?" He requested. "Dinner is fresh and warm, I suggest we enjoy it that way," John smiled.

"Of course, my sir. Do lead me, or I'm afraid I will get lost," she teased.

He took her , and lead her from the foyer through an overly elegant living room through the kitchen to the dining room. Of which on one wall was tall, arching windows overlooking a naked landscape, and on the other paintings and decorative mirrors. Both of which flanked a massive white dining table enough to fit the entire Continental Congress, but it was clear that only one seat near the center was used by John. Her plate was right beside his.
"Take a seat," he welcomed.