"Ow." Milori turned to Clarion who had a hand pressed to her back. "Damn chair."
He chuckled. Clarion always remained poised in front of her fairies but spoke freely to him.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. I believe it has just been a tiring day."
Indeed it had. The drafts of new border laws were proposed today along with damage control after the freeze and traditional springtime preparations. Both Clarion and Milori worked from sunrise to midnight to get Pixie Hollow running after the series of changes.
"Don't be diplomatic here Clarion. I won't be angry with you."
She sighed and stood stretching her wings.
"My back hurts."
He shuffled across the room. A gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder.
"I think it's time to to stop for the day."
His thumb pressed into her shoulder blade. Clarion leaned into his touch. His other hand pressed between her wings and the moan it coerced bordered on erotic. If she kept that up he would have a problem.
"You don't," Another groan. "Have to, Milori."
"Of course I don't." The next moan didn't border on erotic it was erotic. Did she just rub her thighs together or was he imagining it?
"Milori," She panted. "Come with me."
With startling quickness she stood and took his hand. She dragged him out of the office and down several hallways he couldn't have backtracked to save his life. Much less while so distracted by the sway of her hips.
The moment she closed a door behind them she pressed him against it. Her lips attacked his and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
"All day," She pulled the tie out of his hair letting it fall to his cheeks. "I've been thinking about you," She popped the pin and ripped his shirt letting it fall to the floor. "About this." Her nails left red tracks across his collar bones. Milori groaned and rested his hands on the small of her back. The motion pressed their hips together and Clarion let out a hoarse cry.
"Wait." She backed away waiting for him to speak. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. He took his time in removing her tiara and removing the pins from her hair. The auburn locks tumbled down her back and came to rest at the small of her back.
"You're beautiful."
"You're not so bad yourself."
His thumbs hooked inside her dress and stroked the skin there. Clarion bit Milori's lower lip and let her hand hang over the tie of his pants.
"I'm not made of porcelain, Milori." She cupped the front of his pants "Touch me."
He pulled the dress down her body exposing her curves. The dress fell to her hips and Milori's hands brushed her chest. She made quick work of his trousers as he gave her dress the final push to the floor. The actions left them both naked.
"Clarion."
She pulled back for the second time that night. Milori's face softened in the moonlight. Silver glinted off his hair and Clarion struggled to let him speak.
"I want you to be sure."
She smiled and tilted her head.
"I'm sure."
He guided her to the bed and laid her lithe form beneath his toned one.
"Please, Malori."
The world faded to only them. Clarion guided him between her thighs and the pair gasped at the new sensation.
"I love you."
Gasps and moans from the lord and the queen were dulled by the leafy window covers. Milori growled against Clarion's neck. She came with one final shout and Milori followed not far behind.
"I love you too."
Clarion giggled against his neck.
"I'm so glad I cursed the chair."