She was being watched. She shifted slightly, and heard a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes fluttered open, desperate to focus on the dark shape in the shadows. She felt her throat tighten as she noticed his presence in her bedroom. Clarisse's body grew hot when she recognized the figure.
"Is everything alright?" She barely whispered, knowing he would hear her.
"Painfully so." Joseph stated simply.
"How long have you been here?"
"About an hour. Did you know that you talk in your sleep?" She felt him smile. Her heart sank. What had she said?
"Really? Hmm… would you like to share?"
"No. That will only give you the opportunity to regret your words." He wanted to keep those few said things a secret, which only he would know and cherish. He moved towards the bed and sat down on its edge. He caught her sent as he inhaled deeply. He felt her stiffen.
"Do you really believe that is the wisest decision?" knowing she wouldn't be able to resist him anything.
"No."
"Is that a problem?"
"No."
His fingertips grazed her cheek softly. His hand moved down to her neck, then along her side, and rested on her hip. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
She sat up, their faces only centimeters apart. His lips captured hers in a frantic search for an answer. He smiled as she replied by opening her mouth and pulling him closer to her body. She moaned into his mouth. His hands moved down and shifted aside her nightdress to gain better access as he massaged her thigh. Her fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt as she relieved him from it. She pushed it off his shoulders and temporarily halted their kiss to admire his perfectly sculpted body. He was in terribly good shape for a man his age. She then went to take off his pants. Taking her hint, he stood up and removed them for her, then he slide off his boxers. She gasped. He crawled back into bed kissing whatever he could reach.
"You are overdressed," he said as he began to move her nightdress up her body and over her head. She marveled at the sight. Her femininely curves, the shape of her creamy breasts, and the softness of her hips. She mumbled something he couldn't quite understand. He felt her to make sure she was ready, then in one, gentle, but fluid motion, he entered her.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no matter how much I wish and dream, I do not own Princess Diaries. :
Sorry I forgot to put the disclaimer in when I first posted, plus I made a few changes.
A/N: Ok then. This is my first fanfic, so I am terribly sorry if it isn't very good.
I would absolutely love you forever if you reviewed. I would like to know what to correct.
Tell me if I should continue or not. / please?
