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Post by Richard III on May 15, 2008 17:06:26 GMT -5
((I'll keep that in mind.))
*Richard let her work at his clothes, though he feared what she might do once she saw more of him. It should be darker.*
"Mayhap we sing in harmony, then."
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 16, 2008 12:27:50 GMT -5
*Richard needn't have feared. Though Marie was not blind or obvlivious about his frame, she really and truly did not think it mattered in the long run--he was still a man, with all the thoughts and desires of one. So what if his shape was different?
She bent to leave a teasing trail of kisses along his collarbone*
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Post by Richard III on May 16, 2008 15:51:04 GMT -5
((True. He still has that important bit.))
*To his surprise, she made no indication that she noticed his uneven shoulders or the awkwardness of his left arm. True, he was well-muscled from constant training and compensation for his sometime weakness. And he took pains with his toilet. But the fact remained that he was misshapen, inexcusably in his own eyes.
It make Marie's reaction all the more queenly. She was a true lady, but one with ambitions of iron.
He shrugged off his shirt and stood before her, clad only in his trousers. But he did not let her gaze linger, but stepped closer to press their bodies together, his lack of height making them ideally suited to fit together.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 16, 2008 20:36:21 GMT -5
*Skin on skin, such elemental contact. Even the lightest touch could send a person reeling, but this much was beyond mere shivers or goosebumps. This was what enflamed.
Murmuring sweet nothings in French, Marie leaned into Richard while at the same time turning to kiss his cheek, neck, shoulder...whatever she could reach*
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Post by Richard III on May 16, 2008 20:47:41 GMT -5
*Richard found himself aroused beyond anything he'd felt with palace wenches in his own time. Lady Anne had never let him close enough. None of them had tried to make him feel wanted. His skin shivered at her touch, and all at once, with a growl, he backed her against the wall, to press her closer.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 16, 2008 20:57:21 GMT -5
*She didn't have time to react, though even if she had she wouldn't have resisted. She'd been of a similar frame of mind earlier. So...rough...raw, even...
She answered Richard's growl with one of her own, tightening her arms around him*
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Post by Richard III on May 16, 2008 21:10:04 GMT -5
*He was still incredulous about her fervor. It was so alien to him. But he was also surprised at how much he enjoyed her inappropriate ardor. His teeth grazed her shoulder and, with her arms tight around him, he lifted her with his good arm and backed her towards the bed.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 16, 2008 21:18:17 GMT -5
*Once at the bed, the pulled Richard with her, almost feverishly kissing him as her hands wandered.*
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Post by Richard III on May 16, 2008 21:22:45 GMT -5
*Richard trembled against her, as lost as she was in sensation despite his confusion as to why. He held himself awkwardly above her, wanting nothing more than to take her thoroughly, as soon as possible. He made himself wait long enough to whisper gutturally,*
"Your highness. I am yours to command."
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 16, 2008 21:26:38 GMT -5
"Please..." She said, trying to pull him closer. "Please..."
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Post by Richard III on May 16, 2008 21:35:19 GMT -5
*It was as good as a command--and Richard hadn't been looking for one, anyway. Only the appearance of servility.*
"As you wish, madame," *he said, and pressed her into the mattress, savoring both her softness and the lushness of Manderley's setting.
When he ruled, this would all be his. Forever.
He kissed her deeply and proceeded to make her his as well.*
**ROYAL FADE OUT**
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 16, 2008 21:43:54 GMT -5
**ROYAL FADE-IN**
*She lay somewhat sprawled on the mattress, her head resting on Richard's (good) shoulder. That had been exactly what she needed. And, she reflected, the best ever.*
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Post by Richard III on May 19, 2008 9:24:48 GMT -5
*Her weight against him pleased Richard greatly. Her desire had made all the difference. No one had ever wanted him as she seemed to.
That gave him power.
But that knowledge filled only part of his brain. He was a man, after all, and the deep satisfaction he felt produced a tenderness born of lassitude that was somewhat at war with his ambitious mind.
He was too foggy to care, for the nonce.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 19, 2008 13:45:33 GMT -5
*Marie was drifting along in a cloud of laziness, too content to think much or even move. Though, the affection she'd had for Richard had increased, though she scarce knew that. All she knew was that she cetainly wouldn't mind if he was King of France and she the Queen*
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Post by Richard III on May 19, 2008 14:18:24 GMT -5
((This is, like, the most unlikely pairing in the history of history.))
King... *his mind whispered.* Consort to the queen, and more.
*Turning his head to tuck hers beneath his chin, Richard fell into slumber. Dreaming, he seemed to wake, exposed and entwined with Marie while Beatrice's cold eye gazed at him from the foot of the bed. He scrambled to cover them, but was clumsy.*
"This is what you seek from me?" Dream Beatrice asked, her voice not warmed by the cold humor evident in her disapproval.* "This carnal embrace, unbounded by ambition? To possess the queen is to possess all she is, her lands included, and I within those lands as chattel. Will she see it thus, I wonder?"
*Beatrice looked down his naked, twisted form, her smile mocking him.*
"Perhaps she will be blind to it, as she must be to thy form. Art thou man enough, Richard, to be her kept thing? To caper and growl like a trained bear to her whim?"
*Beatrice began crawling up the bed.* "Wilt thou not dance for me?"
*Richard awoke with a start.*
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