As the sun began to rise on the horizon, Nala stirred. She'd always been an early bird, not least because Simba often woke her up when they were cubs to go adventuring and later because her own cub or two were hungry. After releasing a huge yawn, Nala stretched herself and traipsed out of the den. She walked past the newlywed Kovu and Kiara, smiling, glad that her baby daugher had managed to mate with such a handsome, charming lion, especially given the circumstances. As everyone around her were still asleep, Nala allowed her eyes to rest on Kovu for a while, taking in his generous, fluffy mane and cute bangs and the slightly arrogant looks that persisted even after his redemption.

A bad boy at heart. Nala thought, and looked back towards the softly snoring Simba on the royal pedestal. There was, and never could be, any denial of the true love she shared with Simba, but he was probably the busiest lion there ever was, not to mention rather... old-fashioned(read: vanilla) thanks to his isolated upbringing and memories of his respectful father, who wasn't around for long enough to show his flaws.

The point was, this was the first new male in the pride for a long time(youngsters usually left early to start their own) and she was the Queen... it's not like he could say no to her. And if he did, it was his word against hers. Nala began to shiver at the thought, and felt a longing between her hind legs. It was madness... but the longer she looked at Kovu's mischievous features, the more she could picture it... and the more she rationalised it. To be totally irresponsible just for once! A devilish smirk crept on the Queen's face.

She leaned down to the sleeping lion's eye level and softly pressed her lips against Kovu's. The latter's eyes opened almost casually, as if he'd blinked. Kovu didn't move a muscle, instead he was staring at Nala with complete bewilderment. Slowly, she finally pulled away and seductively motioned for him to follow her outside. Hypnotised, he got up quietly without waking Kiara, and followed the Queen outside.

Nala lead him through the endless grassy field. The only sounds apart from their paws were the singing birds in the distance. As soon as the two made some distance between themselves and the Rock, Kovu got his voice back. "Your Majesty...?"

"Nala, please. I like that better." She smirked at him.

"What are we doing?" Kovu asked him, shocked.

"Guess three times."

Kovu gulped, caught completely off guard. Nala decided to push him a little further. "Don't tell me you've never mated before. A handsome lion like yourself?" She stroked his mane. "There's nothing to worry about. Until Simba and I step down, you are still my subject... subject to my whims."

"Kiara... and Simba..."

"Let me handle that, hmm? All you've got to worry about is me!" she nuzzled him gently, giving Kovu the oppurtunity to dominate if he chose. For a few brief moments, the lion struggled between his overbearing instinct and the recent lessons in morals he'd received. But ultimately, the urge was too strong and Kovu began to see red.

"Mmm..." Nala moaned as Kovu pulled himself out of her and kissed her gently under the chin like a true lover. He was very good, in fact. She wondered how that could be, considering his upbringing. Then she decided that she didn't want to know.

"You know, they're not gonna stay in there all day." Kovu mumbled and collapsed onto the ground with a thud. Nala pushed him on his back and playfully sank her claws into his chest fur, playing with it. She chuckled.

"Oh, but they will. Simba told me he wanted to spend the day with Kiara. And in any case, nobody would question our absence. So we do have all day. During which you, Outlander rascal, are obligated to fulfil my every desire... and I've got plenty more I can think of." She poked his face with her nose affectionately.

Kovu bared his teeth. "With pleasure, my lady."