Rosalie

Oscar waited a moment more pulling the blankets around herself, then gave up wondering. Her hand lifted the blindfold slightly and another blush engulfed her body as she stared at André before her as he went about undressing himself. André was looking away from her as he finished with the buttons at his knees and Oscar took the opportunity to gaze over him. As he moved to look up, Oscar quickly replaced her blindfold.
The movement of the bed and blankets announced André's return, and her body felt patches of his skin touch hers until she knew he lay beside her. She felt the pillow give way as André's head rested upon it beside hers, then his warm breath at her ear as he whispered, "You weren't supposed to look..."

"I thought you..." but her words were stopped as his lips pressed against hers, his arms wrapping around her, and pulling her body closer to his.
André grinned inwardly as he heard Oscar whimper in response, her hands grabbing hold of his shoulders for support as she was lifted slightly from the bed. Aware of his advantage, André placed a hand gently on Oscar's breast, his thumb gently caressing the nipple. At Oscar's gasp, he deepened his kiss startling Oscar more as his tongue found hers.
Gently breaking the kiss and moving his hand, André proceeded to bring his lips to her breast, startled when Oscar tried to press her body closer to him as a moan escaped her lips, her fingernails sinking into the flesh of his arms. With this encouragement, his hand glided along her stomach while his mouth moved to the opposite breast. Slowly, his hand moved lower until it arrived at the juncture of her thighs.
"André?" Oscar whispered in alarm.
"Hmm...?" he responded as his fingers leisurely moved lower and ever so slightly began to stroke her delicate flesh.
André heard the quickening of Oscar's breathing, felt the moistness that was beginning to coat his fingers as Oscar's resolve weakened with each stroke, and simply stopped.
"Shall I continue?"
He felt her head nod slowly, and his fingers moved slightly higher.
Oscar bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as André continued with his touch, two of his fingers moved down again, this time entering her as his thumb continued to stroke just above and a new rhythm began.
"André? I...I want...to see you."
"After, Oscar...that is what we agreed to."
"But I...I know..." Oscar tried to finish speaking as her body fought to reach it's orgasm, André's fingers constantly changing their rhythm, faster then slower and bringing her closer and farther away from it.
"André...!" Oscar finally whined in an unladylike manner and André gave in to the desperate command, giving her body the pleasure it had craved.
As Oscar gradually began to return to normal, André lowered her to the bed again, this time slowly rolling her on her stomach.
"André?" Oscar whispered breathlessly.
Ignoring his name, André grabbed the discarded gold sash and with it, brought Oscar's hands together behind her back. As she felt the fine silk touch her skin, Oscar tried to pull away from him.
"André? What are you doing!?"
"Making sure you don't remove the blindfold until..."
"You can't be serious, André! Let me go!"
André simply continued with the knot he was tying, checking its strength as Oscar fought to free her hands from the makeshift rope.
"Are you listening to me? Let..."
"You have a beautiful voice that I love to listen to, even when yelling at me."
"You are insane!"
André released her bound hands then moved off the bed, turning to bring Oscar closer to him.
Oscar felt him lift her slightly as he began to move her to another spot of her bed. He placed her at the edge, her legs hanging over the bed's side.
"André, please don't do this..."
"Oscar?"
"I promise I won't remove the blindfold, just please untie my hands."
For an instant, André's hands hovered over hers, but they moved to her waist instead then slowly moved down to her thighs.
"You already looked once..."
"I thought you had left..."
"Oscar, I would never leave you defenseless," he commented quietly as he spread her legs before him, his hand moving up her leg and caressing her inner thigh as he guided himself towards her warmth.
Oscar bit her lower lip again as she tried to distract herself from the pain she felt as André slowly began to enter her while her body unconsciously fought to get away. Her body relaxed as she felt him pull away unaware of André's intentions until she felt his hands take a stronger grip on her hips before thrusting himself completely within her.
André heard Oscar cry out at the loss of her physical innocence, and felt her body stiffen as she tried to deal with the pain.
"Oscar..."
"Just finish it, please, so we may end this," she answered angrily, the pain even evident in her voice.
"You knew as well as I that it was unavoidable...I won't continue until I feel you're ready. I do not want to hurt you more than is necessary."
Oscar sighed, hating when André was actually right about something, and waited annoyed until she felt André begin to move again. The pain was still there but it had diminished greatly, and gradually she began to feel her pleasure building as André quickened his pace. She blushed as she realized it was she who was gasping as her own body attempted to match each of André's strokes. Soon she reached climax again, her body convulsing around him as he continued, causing the exquisite agony to begin to build again almost instantly.
André heard Oscar cry out again, content that she had found some satisfaction as he continued, trying to hold back his own gratification as he tried to continue to please Oscar, but feeling her body shudder around him made the walls of his resistance crumble, and he quickly found his release soon after her.
It was a few moments later that Oscar felt André pull away from her, helping her up fully onto the bed, before resting beside her.
"Oscar?" she heard him whisper a moment later, "Open your eyes."
Oscar groaned, her body exhausted from the emotional and physical exertion of the night. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light no longer blocked by silk.
"André?"
"Give me a second, and I'll have your hands free as well."
True to his word, she felt the silk around her hands loosen and she was free to move her sore arms.
"I would kill you, but I don't think I could even lift a weapon at this point," she whispered as she tried to rub the soreness out of her arms, instead wincing in pain at the movement.
"Let me..." he answered as he rested against the pillows of her bed and brought her up to him, his hands rising to rub her aching shoulders.
As his hands continued the massage, a moan escaped from Oscar's lips and she blushed remembering a similar sound she had made only moments ago and what had caused it. Trying to ignore her confused feelings, Oscar simply decided not to think as her mind became drowsy.
"Finished Oscar...Oscar?" André whispered as he lowered his hands and Oscar, sound asleep, fell back against him. He tried to move out from under her, but only succeeded in having her roll on to him instead of away. Sighing to himself, he pulled the blankets up around them and hoped he would wake before they were discovered.

"Oscar-sama, Oscar-sama, may I speak with you before breakfast?" Rosalie whispered as she opened the door to Oscar's room. She heard snoring coming from the bedroom and sighed realizing she would have to wake Oscar if she was to get a chance to speak with her away from Nanny and André.
She made her way through the antechamber to the doorway of the bedroom, "Oscar-sa..."
Startled, Rosalie blushed, her eyes growing big as she saw André lying beside Oscar, both asleep and both apparently nude from what she could see from outside of the covers. She began to back away and out of the room as she saw André begin to stir.

"André, what is it?" she heard a drowsy Oscar whisper.
"I thought I heard something..."

Quickly Rosalie ran to the door, closing it behind her, as she felt tears come to her eyes, her heart breaking over the loss of Oscar even as she smiled with true happiness for André.
"Rosalie?"
The young blonde looked up to see Nanny ascending the stairs.
"Yes, Nanny?"
"Is Oscar up yet?"
"I don't think so. She wasn't really awake when I left her room a moment ago."
"Well, I better wake her then."
"Nanny, can you let her sleep in today," Rosalie asked as she moved away from the door and toward the stairs, "I'm sure she won't be angry about it."
Nanny looked at Rosalie suspiciously. The girl was hiding something, but Nanny couldn't figure out what there was to hide.
"I'll bring Oscar her breakfast if you like."
Nanny shook her head, looked once more at the door to her charge's room, then figured sooner or later she would learn what Rosalie and Oscar were trying to hide, and turned to follow Rosalie down the stairs.