The man she tried not to love

Estella lead Louis back to the party, she knew that Josephine was in good hands, having Brandon there to comfort her.

Once they walked in they noticed that luckily all attention wasn't on them anymore as everyone was conversing with each other and having fun once again.

Thomas and Charles stood off to the side, talking and smiling and laughing so sweetly that Estella wondered how she had never seen how they cared for each other so much beforehand.

Louis looked over at Estella, taking in the beauty of the woman beside him. He definitely admired her in all that she is and was. He gently took her hand and lead her back towards the dance floor, pulling her a little closer then socially acceptable for the two of them to dance yet again.

Brandon was still holding Josephine to him; painfully aware of were her body was pressed against his, the feeling of her breath on his neck and her hands balled into his shirt

"I am no poet My Josephine, I can only speak the truth of what I feel for you." He longed to press gentle kisses to her face, to banish the tears with the fine blush he has seen decorate her on varies occasions.

He felt Josephine's arms tighten around him. Her heart thumped a bit faster when he called her My Josephine, the phrase seemed so casual yet so claiming over her.

Her face was against his neck, the overwhelming urge to press her lips against the curve of his neck took hold of her but she couldn't do that...this was one of her only friends in the world plus he was leaving soon.

She pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes, ones that she now was noticing was such a striking blue. The tears have stopped flowing and instead she just looked at him with a tenderness that he's never seen from her before. "I suppose we should go back inside....should we not?" She voiced softly, yet she never loosened her hold on him.

"If you think we should." He replied in a equally soft tone as he looked at her, their faces mere inches apart.

Yet even with both in agreement that they should move inside out of the cool air neither one moved as they stayed in each other's arms.

Clara was walking the party when Delilah appeared at her side, her eyes shimming with the stars of champagne. A soft smile crossing Clara's face when she saw the sweet looking girl.

With the party being only those they would consider friends, Delilah grabbed Clara's hand and pulled her onto the floor. A blush crossing the blonde's face as Delilah's hands found her waist.

The two moved gracefully to the music, not caring if any prying eyes saw them but luckily no one did and there was no gossip mongrel in the crowd who would report on this.

Everyone was free to do what they pleased and loved who they wished without it getting out and yet they didn't really know that as they still worried slightly that some dark secret would be brought to light.

Brandon and Josephine finally started the walk back, his hand holding onto hers as they walked. His eyes kept finding their way back to her as she kept her head low.

"I have never seen you so upset Josie and for that I am sorry." He told her as he brought her hand up and pressed a lingering kiss to the back. "You need not apologize Brandon...I am sure if you had a choice you would not go." She looked up at him, finally tearing her eyes off the grass.

"That is correct, how could I miss seeing you so jealous when Cressida was speaking to me." He said with a teasing smirk crossing his face. His smirk faded into a smile when he heard her sweet laugh. "I was not jealous...I was looking out for the best will of my friend."

Brandon chuckled as he pushed her gently with his side, but he pulled her back close as he still had her hand. "You were jealous Josie. You didn't like her flirting with me, putting her hands on me and yet you haven't done any of those things.. maybe you are just not as charming as you may think. "

Josephine paused, turning to face Brandon. He looked at her curiously. That's when her hands rested on his chest, moving up towards his neck. The feeling of her fingers tracing along his throat made the man turn a soft pink. "Then enlighten me my grace..how does one become as charming as you?" She looked up at him through partially lidded eyes, up through her lashes.

Brandon was now aware that he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he challenged her and he definitely didn't regret it. "I um.."

"Is the pretty boy speechless?" She teased in a coo, her one hand now brushing down his throat as she stepped back. A glint in her eyes. "I dare say I did better then she with the look on your face." She giggled as she started walking inside.

Brandon caught her wrist and turned her back to him, walking towards her. Josephine took unsure steps back until her back met the wall. Her breathing became quicker as a blush appeared of her face.

Soon he stopped before her, his one hand pinning her wrist to the wall and the other pressing her hip backwards. A warm sensation filling the woman, unsure what this feeling was she felt some fear take a hold of her but she didn't fight, she didn't run.

She just waited

I am really struggling with plot ideas for other characters/ couples so any help is welcome.