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Post by Elena Dracul on Nov 27, 2008 23:29:55 GMT -5
lena couldn't help but feel a bit of dissapointment as her husband's stomach growled. But within seconds she felt pleased with her self-control, placing her husband's need for food before her need for physical intimacy. This thought brought to mind a number of memories, long nights spent in their large bed, the glowing embers in their fireplace giving their skin a golden hue. Elena's eyes had lost their focus, and she almost demanded that they eat breakfast later. But she fought back the urge, swallowed and smiled at her handsome prince.
She smiled lovingly as he laced his fingers with hers, their hands clasped together perfectly. They were soon in the dining hall and she was glad that they'd long ago agreed that they would rather sit beside one another rather than across from one another. As her husband ate, Elena's mind went off on it's own. She found herself thinking of all the things said about them when their backs were turned. Most of the servants probably found the couple pathetic, needing to be so close to one another for most of the time. The princess rested an elbow on the table, turning her head to study her husband's profile. It wasn't that they couldn't survive being apart from one another, they just refused to. Elena was a strong woman, and Mircea was undoubtedly a strong man. They would survive, living as many couples did after a few years of marriage, sleeping in separate beds, seeing each other only over breakfast and dinner. Yes, they would survive, barely. However, her heart felt as if it might break at the mere thought of them ending up in such a way. Elena reached over and stroked her husband's lower back, needing to reassure herself.
In no time at all Mircea had finished and he was helping her out of her seat. She turned to face him, a smile on her lips. ' “Now…since were inside the manor…we have less distance to go.”' And as if they hadn't just sat through breakfast, her desire for him rekindled once more. Then his lips were on hers, and she felt as if every rational thought had left her mind. The feel of his hands running over her body brought the lightest moan from her lips, and she knew she could not stand it if they were interrupted by anything else.
Elena reluctantly broke the kiss, trailing her lips along his jaw, to just below his ear. There she whispered, her voice almost trembling, smooth as silk, "Then hurry and carry me...before I lose patience and simply push you onto the dining table." A very soft laugh left her lips, warm breath spilling over Mircea's neck and earlobe. She seemed only slightly amused, for she was only half jesting...
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 27, 2008 23:54:12 GMT -5
He couldn’t help the chuckle from his lips at her comment. With such a tone as that, even though it sounded like she was jesting, he’d take it as no joke. The staff would clean up their plates, at least his, and they knew better than to bother the two when they went off some where after breakfast. Without further delay, less she did throw him onto the table, Mircea reached down, his knee’s bending swiftly as his arms tucked underneath her dress and lifted her up. As light as a feather he held her in his arms, hours and months of training could do that to a man, and even as he had her in his grasp he smiled at her, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers.
When was the last time the two had really spent a day in bed. Recently Mircea had gone off to the Ottoman territories to meet with some of the higher class in that region to discuss the upcoming treaties. He hated leaving Elena, and when he had gotten home, his brain was too busy to really spend a day in bed with her. His days would be away with Vlad, going over the papers, with the Court, discussing other problems, so Vlad could spend most of his time doing what he needed to as king. Mircea had been busy the last month or so, while he never neglected Elena, and would always come home and sweep her into his arms; it had been quite some weeks before the two indulged themselves on each other. At this very moment, Mircea was quite desiring of it.
It appeared she was as well.
As Mircea pushed his back against the doors of their bedchamber and walked them both in he heard the startled gasps of two young maids. As he let Elena’s lips go and turned them around to look at the maids he laughed. “Ladies, your excused for the day.” The Prince grinned, and the Maids nearly ran from the room blushing furiously, giggling to one another once they were in the hallway. Mircea turned his hazel eyes, alight with a fire on Elena, and smiled broadly at her. He knelt down, letting her slide from his arms as he did so, and shut the door, flipping the lock. Turning back on her he took her head in his hands, kissing her furiously, laced with a hunger. He moved her towards the bed, but let go just at the last moment, moving back he went to the window, pulling the curtains shut, allowing just the glow from the fireplace, freshly lit, to fill the room. Moving back towards her, a hunger in his eyes and in the smile on his lips he removed his long coat, letting it flop on the floor.
He took her lips again, his hands moving around her waist, fingers already playing with the ties at the back of her royal blue gown. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt your skin…” He whispered the words against her lips, moving his own down her neck, pressing against her shoulders.
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Post by Elena Dracul on Nov 28, 2008 21:32:47 GMT -5
he barely held in a squeal as he bent then lifted her up into his arms, showing no effort at all. Out of habit her one arm went around his neck, the other hand placed on his chest. If his cloak and his shirts hadn't been in the way, she would have been able to feel his hear beat. Elena frowned; she wanted their clothes to be off, as soon as possible.
Elena clung to him as he carried her toward their bedchamber, leaning up to kiss him every few seconds. She simply could not get enough of him. It was a relief when her husband bushed through their chamber door and stepped into their rooms. He broke one of their kisses at the sound of gasps, and the princess turned her head to see who the sound had come from. Fortunately, for the maids, Mircea spoke before Elena could even part her lips. They scurried out of the room and the frown left Elena's face. Mircea let her slide down onto her feet, and soon his lips were on hers again, stealing her breath away.
She was hardly aware of them moving toward the bed, her attention fully on him and the feel of his mouth on her own. Elena teasingly let her tongue slide over his lower lip before he turned and walked to the window, drawing the curtains closed. Elena watched him, her eyes filled with heat and hunger. Barely aware of her own action, the princes removed the fur coats draped over her shoulders, tossing them to the foot of the bed. She then watched him let his coat fall and her fingers itched to feel his skin, her lips eager to press to his bare shoulder, his chest. Then Mircea was standing with her again, their lips locked together. Elena let loose the hold on her self control, releasing a moan and parting her lips to him in surrender.
His words made her shiver, and she changes her stance so as to slip her hands between them, quick and nimble fingers working at undoing his shirt.
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 28, 2008 22:29:00 GMT -5
He was hungry, for her alone. Nothing could satisfy Mircea more than to just be with his wife, in bed all day. Nothing to bother them, no one to trouble them. Just the two of them together, not a care in the world but each other. Even as he kissed her furiously, his hands pulling deftly at the laces on her dress, since she had slid her furs off her shoulders. He had undone his vest, tossing it aside with his coat. As she worked at his shirt his fingers pulled the last of her laces from her dress, loosening them completely. Without a moments hesitation he had slid the dress down her shoulders, letting it gather at her waist. His fingers moved around her rib cage, grazing gently until they reached her chest, pressing against her body with tender affection. His lips, once furiously on hers were now blazing hot kisses down her throat, pressing and nipping at her skin. His hands moved from her chest, moving down her stomach to her hips, where he took the dress in his fingers, pushing it further down , his hands following her skin, underneath her petticoat, pressing against her hips, waist and thighs.
Once his shirt was off he pushed her backwards, pushing her against the bed. As he did so he clasped her skirts, pulling them from her legs. He then crawled over her, his lips trailing from her navel up, between her chest and up her neck, his hands following his lips, caressing her skin as he did so. Mircea breathed hard deep breaths as he kissed up her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there with his teeth, just before he pushed his lips onto hers, forcing her mouth open with his tongue to claim her. Kissing her with fury and love, lust and desire all at the same time. While his hands removed her petticoat, leaving her bare before him. He didn’t hesitate to remove his own trousers, freeing himself and her of the confines and restrictions of clothing, Desire evident in every portion of his figure, and blazing alive in his eyes he took her, with all the love of a man possessed.
Would they stay in bed all day, making love like two newlyweds? Would they join each other in such a blissful dance, then take a long walk outdoors. Perhaps they would burn each others bodies with the love they shared, then maybe lay in the fields, ride the horses, lay fireside, read a book? There were endless ideas, endless things Mircea and Elena could do together. So many ideas, so many things Mircea wanted to do with her, he wanted to love her endlessly. Two years never changed the desire that burned him for her. The blazing feeling under his skin when she touched him, when she kissed him and spoke to him in ways that only a wife could. There would never be another like her, and god forbid he’d never have to try to find another. She was his only, and Mircea vowed, to the god, to the church and to her that he would always be hers.
It would be, exactly as he promised.
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