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RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Ruth Longbottom - 01-20-2022
Eww, she would have been thirteen. She wasn't a slut. But she did not comment. She still wanted free bread and possibly a solution to her situation. She leaned against the counter and tilted her head. Did he look frustrated? "Why, does she make t' rules?"
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Andrew Willaby - 01-23-2022
"She's me wife," he said. Did he sound frustrated? Aye, aye he did.
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Ruth Longbottom - 01-23-2022
Since when did husbands listen to their wives? Rose had this one quite under control. She hadn't thought her old friend capable of such a thing. Interesting. "Alright then," she said, pushing herself off against the counter. "I'll ask 'er."
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Andrew Willaby - 01-25-2022
He nodded, looking suddenly interested in the rag he'd discarded so he could serve her the meat pies. "Wait..." he said, "Why don't I show ye the apartment first and then ye can decide."
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Ruth Longbottom - 01-25-2022
Ruth looked at him with a lightly tilted head. She had dealt with enough men to know that this was suspicious.
"Alright," she said cheerfully.
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Andrew Willaby - 01-27-2022
(CW- Swearing)
Andrew had the best of intentions whenever he tried to help someone. Under normal circumstances, he would have never offered to show off the upstairs apartment to a woman; at least... not after the last time he hired a woman. He forgot that one little detail that the road to hell was paved with good intentions. The baker moved to lock the front door, for which not even Rose was entrusted with the key. There were times when he had to leave shop and there were times where he went upstairs to contemplate the folly that he had created when he offered for Rose's hand. And then he would feel fucking terrible about it.
He then gestured for her to follow by lifting a gentle hand. "This way," he murmured, trying desperately not to reach out and touch her back, assuming she came round the counter. He would proceed to the back room and did not bother to touch the back door because it was always locked. He led the way up the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment. It was as neat and tidy as the shop below, the floors gleaming with polish. It wasn't the most auspicious of accommodations, but it was cozy and open. There was already furniture placed just so, and a fully stocked kitchen where sometimes Andrew would use to experiment when he did not want to be disturbed, coming up with new recipes. He supposed he would have to start doing that at home if his wife let Ruth stay.
"It ain't much, but ye've plenty of room ta have yer bairns," he found himself glancing over to her. That was enough to make a wrong turn. He turned to Ruth and gazed at her, his eyes drifting down to her lips and then to her eyes. "Anyone ever tell ye what lovely eyes ye have?"
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Ruth Longbottom - 01-27-2022
Ruth looked over the apartment. It was a pleasant space. Smaller than her cottage, but cleaner and the furniture was better.
His sudden move hardly came as a surprise, though what did surprise her was his effort to flirt first. She looked up at him with big eyes and stepped back, so that her back was against the wall, as if she was shy. But the way she put her hands behind her back and pushed her hips forward spoke a completely different language. "You really think so?" she said sweetly.
Rose had always looked down on her. Everyone had always liked Rose and had interacted with her only as Rose's friend who tagged along. Rose had always had everything she wanted. But it seemed that for once, she could have something Rose wanted; for once, she was favoured; for once, she had reason to look down on Rose. It wasn't her fault if Rose couldn't keep her husband satisfied.
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Andrew Willaby - 01-27-2022
He couldn't believe it when she gave a clear invitation in the way her hips moved. Andrew smiled and reached forward to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. He was starved for touch, for tenderness. "Aye, ye're beautiful," he murmured honestly. He knew what he was doing was wrong in many, wretched ways, but god damn it, he wanted to feel appreciated and he wanted a woman who wanted him back.
He forced his wife from his mind as his britches grew tight in the front for someone else. Ah, damn it, he wanted her, wanted Ruth. She would ease the ache, wouldn't she? She would fill in that blank. Damn it, he was a man and a man had certain wants and needs. He wanted and needed Ruth.
He leaned forward slowly and pressed a few, soft kisses along her jawline, breathing "Are ye sure?" into her ear.
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Ruth Longbottom - 01-27-2022
What the hell was this? For someone so handsome and tall and she imagined well-hung, he seemed pretty... hesitant? Was that what it was? She frowned while he gently kissed her jawline. Was that what he did with Rose? What sort of man was he?
She pulled one hand from behind her back and moved it to the front of his trousers, cupping his bulging crotch. Definitely large and hard. "Are you?"
RE: Bread Always Falls on the Buttered Side - Andrew Willaby - 01-27-2022
Andrew gave a surprised grunt when that hand found his flesh through the prison of his britches. He had never had a woman handle his business like that. All thoughts of his wife melted away in an instant. Rose who? Ah, such a fickle man he was. He growled then and pressed against her. "Aye," he muttered before going into the next phase of his folly. He kissed her. Hard.