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I’m probably not going to write a lot of smutty bits in the Kit and Edie stuff, but I am playing with the idea of writing a bit of the awkward parts of these two sexually-inexperienced 30-somethings trying and failing to have good sex.
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This follows roughly after the last post. I don't have a name for this story yet, though I've been posting worldbuilding nattering and random character and story stuff over on my tumblr under the tag "kit and edie".

Kit frowned at the unconscious woman in his sitting room. He was used to people reacting with shock and disgust when they first saw his face, but this was, as far as he knew, the first time a woman had taken one look at him and immediately fainted. A lowering reaction, and one he had not been prepared for. He knew he was ugly, but was he really that terrifying to behold?

She seemed very young. He had taken her for one of Charles’ daughters at first, had wondered if it had really been that long since he had last seen his friend, though that impression had lasted only a moment. Charles had only been married for thirteen years; while the birth of his first daughter had followed his wedding with what some thought was unseemly haste, this woman was far too grown to be that child.

“Who is she?”

“Edie,” Charles said, as if it should mean something to Kit. “Trev’s wife,” he added when Kit gave him a blank look.

Ah, yes, Trevor had gotten married, hadn’t he? How long ago had that been? Kit gave Charles’ companion another look. She was not much to look at, truth be told. Taller than him—which was never saying much—and slim, girlishly so, with an unremarkable face framed by a smooth and severe bob. The only attractive thing about her was the perfect little bow of her top lip, and even that he suspected owed more to cosmetic enhancement than any natural charms she might possess.

He realized now how misleading that slender girlishness was. He had taken her as a very young woman at first, perhaps no more than twenty, and had been ready to judge Charles’ brother severely for it. But a closer look revealed weary little lines creasing her face, the sort that only came with both age and deep exhaustion. This was a woman barreling towards middle age with the rest of them, and as worn down by life.

“And why is she here?”

Charles looked at him as if he were stupid. “Couldn’t stay on the road any longer tonight,” he said, stating the obvious. “Figured you wouldn’t mind us here. ‘S what Great Houses are for, isn’t it?”

“Trust you to remember that old custom when you need something.” Kit sighed. Oh, he had no doubt that one of the housemen was already making up bedrooms for these two—Hiram was efficient like that, and would have seen to it after stowing their car—but it had been a long, long time since Langford House had seen any guests, and Kit feared that bed linens and blankets in good enough condition for guests were in short supply. They would probably have to settle for slightly shabby, with not-too-many holes. “And that wasn’t the question I was asking. What brings the two of you to this part of the country?”

Charles’ cheeks flushed, a clear sign he was about to lie. “Doing Edie a favor. She and Trev had a bit of a tiff,” he said, shrugging his large shoulders. “He decided to teach her a lesson and ran off. Last we heard of him he was somewhere up this way, carousing.”

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