En Guarde

by Bant ( Bant_JA@yahoo.com )

Archive: MA and my LJ. All others please ask.

Rating: PG

Category: AR

Summary: Ribald dialogue under the bed curtains in the early 18th century. Think “Dangerous Liaisons”.

Notes: Special thanks to Hellsmouth-Oncidium for putting up with me and helping me, when I spent more time agonizing over the title than the story.

The Marquis Dijon lay back sated against plump pillows, his hips barely covered by the lavender scented sheet. The morning sun shone through the translucent curtains. He watched Aubonne sprawled across his bed, face down, breathing heavily from their recent exertions. With a wry grin, he prodded the young man with a toe. “Aubonne, you bed very well but where is the vigor of your youth?”

Aubonne turned his head to him. His long red locks sticking to sweat-sheened skin. “You have conquered me yet again, Quennell.”

The older man raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Your reputation for fencing is renown. You beat me in the salle with your epee. I was foiled by your rapier wit in the salon, and with your most talented swordplay in the bedroom. I daresay, I may not rise again, despite my youth.

Quennell laughed at the young man’s jest, leaned over and kissed him most passionately. “But Aubonne, I have yet to conquer your heart.”

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