That was when she gave in and surrendered herself to his embrace. Not that the excuse was valid or even appropriate. She assumed what she wanted, at this point, was someone who could love her openly. He would be unashamed to hold her hand as the sun shined down upon their faces. Happiness. She clawed at the King's clothes, prying the soft fabric from his body as if it would reveal the mirth that had been missing from so much of her life.
If happiness was to be found under layers of fabric, she didn't find it; instead what stood before her was the soft form of a strong man. She slipped her clothes off, and pressed against him as if they would melt into the bed, their bodies doing the best they could to cohere into something stronger than any single being could be. She breathed him in, and gulp after hot gulp of his warm musky air entered her lungs, and she exhaled erotic promises soon to be cashed in.
He rolled her over, his kisses paid in homage to her long curvy body. A soft pressing of lips over the scar on her forehead, something Vuples had always ignored. The Head of the Frumentarii demanded perfection from everyone around him and the scar was a testament to her weakness. Pushing aside thoughts of the smooth voiced Legionary, Julia focused on the man hovering over her, his mouth crooked up in a wicked smile.
"Lady, let me assure you, I've had plenty of women, but none as brilliant as you," he said to her, his goofy accent making it seem almost lyrical.
"You're pretty great yourself," she whispered, falling further into him. Their hands entwined as he entered her, prying her flesh around him, both of them sliding together with a strong rhythm. She felt innocent, like a virgin, playing childish games of look and see. Something about the King was right, kind, and handsome. She felt his morality and charisma reflect off of him, cleansing her of whatever dirt has stained her in the past.
As last they lapped against each other, like waves against a dock, and crashed with determination together at the same time. Their bodies stuck together, even afterwards, sweat cooling into pliant tissue, drawing nips and kisses from the awe struck mouth of the King. A lover was supposed to see this, the magnificence of the human being that existed for this point in time. The darkness could stay in the shadows, nothing needed to creep in here and end this moment. She groaned and touched him again, making sure the flesh next to her was the meat she needed. He smiled, his lip higher on one side, and the tips of her fingers touched his face with an almost religious zeal.
"You make me so happy," Julia whispered.