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edithsharpecushing ([personal profile] edithsharpecushing) wrote in [personal profile] crimsonkink 2015-10-23 08:12 pm (UTC)

Re: Edith/Thomas Thomas has a praise!kink

Filled (Part 3/4): https://crimsonkink.dreamwidth.org/553.html?thread=1833#cmt1833

As predicted, his sister was awake, brushing her hair, staring absently at the wall. He sat in the chair behind her and waited for her to finish, a thought coming to his mind that has been laying in wait for some time now pushed itself to his lips.



“I was thinking earlier of ideas on other ways to make money for us.”

“What?” She said, and he heard the smile in her voice and the accusation. He knew that both were well aware that this conversation would one day happened. “You don’t like my way?”

“Well, I was just thinking about what her father said. Edith’s. And…you’ve done so much for me, Lucille, more than I have done for you in all my years. I feel that I should be looking after your, as your brother, not the other way around.”

“Well, as the oldest I would have to disagree, how would you do take care of us?” She turned to him, brow arched. “Thomas, you don’t have to do anything, darling. I’ve taken care of you all my life, you have no idea of taking on such a huge responsibility. I don’t expect or want you to.”

“But I want to.”

“Is something bothering you? Do you have a problem with the way I’ve handled things? It’s worked this far, Thomas, nothing can ruin it except our own weakness. I have worked so hard to make this work and yet you are questioning me–”

“No,” Thomas shook his head. “I–I’m not trying to be ungrateful, Lucille, I just–”

“I…” Lucille cut in with a stern, calm voice. “…am trying to help you, Thomas. And I alone. We are going to get your machine to work, we are doing this. I know what I’m doing.”

“But do we have to continue doing it this way? At least, just this once." He pleaded softly. "We can leave and–"

“And go where exactly, brother?” She looked at him incredulously, he swallowed nervously. “You can’t be serious. You can’t divorce her. We don’t even have her money yet. She has to die. We have to do this.” Lucille stood and made her way over to the chair. “You will get over her, just like the last one, you’ll see that they don’t truly care for you like I do. You’ve become attached to her just like the last one and her mutt that I told you to get rid of. They just want you for your looks and charm, just like the old woman you married and all the others, you’ll see eventually.”

Thomas saw his sister’s reason, even though his first wife did say yes to him just for that reason, he did ask for her hand so they could get the money. But it was different with E'nola, she was kind as well, and he was in love with Edith.

Lucille narrowed her eyes when he didn’t respond. “Or…” She said slowly, “was fucking that Cushing girl that good? That you would throw our dream away that I’ve been working so hard for because the sex was good? While I waited here alone for you that night, worried that we would be found out. Worried that something happened to you, while you bedded her without a second thought towards us?”

Thomas looked down, his heart jerked painfully and he felt his face burn with shame. “No,” he stuttered, “it’s not like that. I didn't– she’s nice, Lucille.” He finished weakly.

“Nice?” Lucille echoed, leaning closer and grabbing his chin. “Tell me. Who initiated it?”

Thomas did not want to answer that, either way it would fuel her anger. “She did.” He said quietly. “But, she would have noticed something was wrong…if…if I didn’t. I had to.” He deemed it the safest answer, if Lucille knew that he enjoyed it Edith would be hurt even worse than she already was. The subtlety of poisoned tea could easily turn into a slow, twisting knife in the girl’s heart.

Lucille hummed thoughtfully. “And did you like it?”

Thomas closed his eyes. “No.” He replied matter-of-factly.

Lucille shook his face gently and forced him to look her in the eye. “Did you like it?” She repeated in a broken whisper, her eyes wide.

“No,” he breathed, shaking his head. “No. She…I didn’t.” When Lucille didn’t react he touched the back of her hand. “Lucille, please.” The word stop did not utter to his lips. “It’s just…” Sex. He wanted to say. But Lucille wouldn’t like that answer after she told him repeatedly not to have sex with any of them. And Thomas was too tired to lie any longer, because he knew it had been more than that with Edith.

“She should have never touched you, with her tainted hands.” Lucille caressed his face and he closed his eyes at her touch. “They may play the role of a loving wife but we are together. I love you. Forever–”

“And always,” he finished. “I know. I’m sorry. I am forever grateful for the things you do for me. That you’ve always done for me,” he told her truthfully. “I can’t repay that except in my love. I love you. I do.”

But he also loved Edith. Fully and happily. The words he spoke to her that day, of feeling torn if they should part were the most open ans honest he has ever been with someone other than Lucille. Edith’s words came back to him the night at the post office. Maybe they could leave this all behind. Edith, Lucille, and him. Maybe Lucille will change her mind about Edith, if only his sister could see how bright and large Edith’s love extended! They could be happy together, the three of them. Lucille has the determination and Edith the imagination.

Lucille kissed him, slow and hard, and it sent a shiver down his spine that he couldn’t decipher as either arousal or relief of her interrogation being over. “Good. Go now, see what she’s up to, I’ll make her some tea.” Lucille ran her hand down his chest affectionately and smiled. “Come back tonight and I will put that ridiculous child out of your thoughts.”

Thomas nodded and left hastily, his heart pounding at the thought of seeing Edith’s smile and basking in the warmth she brought him.

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