Muriel was floored by what she had learned, seeing Lynzie had been strange enough but hearing her revelation was another thing entirely. She decided to leave Evie with Grams. The older woman had told her to go find something to distract herself, perhaps find someone she cared about and spend some time with them. It was her own little way of meddling, something she wasn't afraid to do with those that she cared for.
She wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, didn't notice that she had taken a few turns that would lead her to where someone was thinking about her. She wanted to tell someone, but at the same time she knew it was not her place at all to do so. She walked slowly down the castle corridors with that dilemma in the front of her mind.
The path she walked led her straight to his door, a door that she had seen a few times when cleaning. She had not been there in so long, to her it felt like forever as she began to stare at the door. She was not even sure if he was there. He had been gone, away with John, so more than likely he had not arrived yet.
"Muriel!" An excited call was heard from behind the woman, a warm smile on the face of a man who normally wore no smile at all. "I was hoping to see you again." Benedict's voice turned soft and sweet as he walked up behind her. The woman stood at the door, turned around and looked to him with a smile.
"I did not mean to, I was just walking, I ended up here..." Muriel started rambling, however she was hushed by the man before her as he placed a soft and gentle finger across her lips.
"I wish to speak to you, if you are comfortable enough we can go into my room and speak in there." Benedict looked to her with a smile, the smile only grew when he saw her nod in agreement.
She could feel his hand brush against her side as he reached past her. With her bodice on she could not feel much but just enough to know that it had been done. The whole time the two looked into each other's eyes, even as the door behind her opened neither shifted their focus. But when she took a step back he took a step forward, her entering his room and him following her. He wanted nothing more than to be close to her.
"You seem distracted my dear. Is there anything that I can do to help?" He spoke as he closed the door behind them. Muriel's attention remained riveted on him even while he completed such a simple action.
At first she did not seem to hear him, which was made clear by her silence. A little worried he looked into her eyes, a soft hand placed upon her cheek as she looked down to the floor. As she closed her eyes the caress began, his thumb softly rubbing circles against her milky soft skin. It was the type of behavior that one would not expect from a hardened man like Benedict, but something that got her to look up to him with a sweet smile newly formed on her lips.
"There is something on my mind, but I just can not speak of it. It is not because I do not trust you, it is just not my place..." Her words were interrupted, once more his hand raising before a single finger was felt gently across her lips while at the same time the caress of her cheek continued.
"You have given me much more than I needed to know. If you say that you can not speak of it I trust you my dear." Benedict spoke softly, an actual smile crossed his lips as he looked into her eyes.
He had only done this once before, so there was a moment of anxiety. Benedict couldn't help but to be nervous, only one other woman had this effect on him and she was now gone. Before him was a fiery redhead, one that caused him to do things that he normally would not do, one that caused him to feel things he had long since forgotten.
But before the man could act, the woman did. Muriel knew just what it was that he wanted and it was the same thing that she did as well. Reaching up she softly clasped his wrist, she had to pull his finger from her lips before she could do that which she wanted to do. She leaned forward, her lips softly pressed against his, her head tilted slightly so that their noses wouldn't bump together.
His soft moan was heard loud and clear, Muriel blushing slightly at the sound. Even though she was wearing a bodice she could feel his arms snake around her, not only holding her but pulling her closer so that their bodies were practically pressed together. Mouths opened as the kiss continued, passion became a major part of the kiss though it remained as gentle as Benedict could keep it, considering his building lust.
He did not stop looking at her. Even with her eyes closed he continued to watch her. Despite the way he had acted in the past, she was still willing to give this to him; a treasure that he would not likely forget soon. Still it left the man wanting more, left her wanting more as well despite her inexperience. But who was going to make the move to bring the kiss to the next level? Neither of them would know until it actually happened.
It ended up being a joint effort. The tips of their tongues met where their lips entwined with one another. Benedict's moan was louder, however in the very back of Muriel's throat a soft sound that mimicked his, formed and escaped into the kiss. His arms around her tightened, the woman now brought as close to him as possible. It was then that her hands came to rest on his shoulders. The kiss brought them closer than they ever had been before.
The two of them spent what seemed to be an eternity sharing this moment; the most perfect piece of time between the two of them to date. Neither of them wanted to see it end, however it had to as breathing was required for both of them. The end of the kiss was a process in itself; a slow one that reflected on their desire to keep the kiss going. Tongues stopped dancing, retreated into their own mouths. Next their mouths closed, but still their lips remained pressed together for a few moments longer. Finally a series of small pecks, but the pecks ended as Benedict loosened his grip and just watched her and the expression on her face.
