Briana Beckwith

Victoria and John

Cultivating a Covert Relationship

8/26/2010

"Good morning, Victoria," John says as he rolls over to face me. He drops his arm around my waist and smiles at me. "You always look so beautiful first thing in the morning."

I blush and place my head on John's chest. He isn't even supposed to still be here. I'm the Queen of England and to have a man in my bed and be caught would be the end of me, but I can't allow him to leave because it feels too good to have him next to me. "Good morning to you, too. I love you you know, but you shouldn't have stayed. You're going to get into trouble if you get caught, but thank you for staying. It means the world to me, to know someone loves me for me." I hook my leg over John's as I speak and I kiss him gently on the cheek.

"No one but the politicians will care about the two of us being together and everyone at the palace already knows about us and I haven't heard anyone complain about the two of us. I wish you'd realize that people want you to be happy and it doesn't matter who you're happy with." John smiles at me and runs his hands across my chest and around my back.

"The politicians are the ones I'm worried about. They're the ones I have to answer to and I'm worried about what will happen when and if they find out about us. Even though I may have to defend our relationship I don't care. I love you too much to let you go. I'm not going to let us be torn apart by the politicians who don't want me to remarry. I don't want to spend another day or night without your arms around me. I want you to hold me and kiss me every day for the rest of my life. Kiss me before I have to get up. We'll have breakfast together and then at about three o'clock I'll go riding and you will come with me." I say as I lay my head on John's chest and put my arm over his waist.

"Don't fuss with the politicians. What they don't know can't hurt them and therefore the information they don't have they can't use against you. You need to stop putting so much weight on other people's opinions. We're the only two in the world that matter when it comes to our love." John kisses his way down my face and places a gentle kiss on my lips. He is trying to reassure me and for the moment it works.

I decide not to allow John to pull away from the kiss and instead I slip my arms around his waist and deepen the kiss allowing John's tongue to slip into my mouth and explore. He begins to lean closer to me and was eventually kneeling over me kissing me incessantly. I glance over at the clock and noticing that we still have lots of time on our hands I begin to unbutton John's pyjama top. I run my fingers down his muscular chest and tantalizingly place tiny, open-mouthed kisses down his chest to the waistband of his pyjama pants.

John gasps with pleasure and I smile. "You're getting bolder sexually, you know. It's amazing how good you are." John whispers. He reaches down to the hem of my nightgown and reaches up inside and runs his hands up my legs. As he continues his climb up my legs my nightgown climbs with his hands eventually leaving me exposed from the waist down. "Why don't you slip that off and I'll slip my pants off?"

I don't say a word, but simply sit up and lift my nightgown up over my head exposing the niggly bits of myself. John loves my niggly bits and loves to kiss me all over. He buries his face in my breasts and kisses them causing me to gasp. He is so talented with his tongue. He slips his pants off and continues to kiss me. I gasp again as he slips his fingers inside me to prepare me for him. This is to be our first time together as a couple. As he stimulates me he rubs himself up and down my inner thigh. I hold him tightly as he enters me and continue to hold him tightly throughout and then I refuse to let him go as we both finish and as he rolls off me and allows me to rest my head on his chest and I drape my arm across John's stomach. "That was fantastic. I've never felt this way, after, before." John says huskily.

"Oh, John, you were incredible. Why did we leave this for so long? I'd love to stay, but I suppose I'd better get dressed and get working. I have a meeting with Prime Minister Disraeli at 11." I stretch and get out of bed and go to my closet to find something to wear. "Everything in here is black! This won't do! My wardrobe is boring!"

"You look very nice in black though, and there's nothing wrong with wearing black. I like you in black; you look very elegant." John climbs out of bed and joins me in the closet.

"I know I look nice in black, but I want something new and fresh. Black is dull and I'm not a dull person and I'm not in mourning anymore, so the black simply must go." I say as I search through my closet. "Aha, I found some colour! Do you think it's alright if I wear pink as the first colour I've worn in 3 years?"

"I don't care what colour you wear. I have always loved the way you look in pink. You look so delicate, pretty, and young when you're wearing pink. Your whole demeanour changes when you wear pink; you seem sweeter and prettier and everything about you seems more delicate, petite, and rosy. Wear that pink dress and see what Benjamin Disraeli says when he sees you looking so pretty and vulnerable. I bet he won't be so tough on you." John says as he helps me lift the pink dress down.