AN: This will be a Basherine STORY BC I THINK MEGAN FOLLOWS AND TORRANCE COOMBS COMMENTS ABOUT #BASHERINE ARE TOO DELICIOUS TO PASS UP AND MEGAN SAID WHEN SHE SEES HIM AND HIS BASTARD EYES SHE GOES ALL...YEAH AND PLUS TORRANCE HAS THIS HUGE CRUSH ON MEGAN ANYWAYS AND REALLY WHO CAN BLAME HIM? SHE IS A GODDESS AFTERALL! AM I RIGHT LINA AND ISSI? SO THIS STORY IS FOR DEMEDICIGIRL AND LINAOSO BC OUR CLUB IS THE BOMB AND Y'ALL ARE SO ENCOURAGING! ISSI I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IF NOT, I MIGHT CRY! BTWS: THERE IS SOME ROUGH STUFF STARTING OUT. THE GUY GETS FRESH AND HE IS A CREEP BUT HE'LL BE GONE SOON!

DISCLAIMER:I DON'T OWN ANY REIGN CHARACTERS. RENOU IS MINE THO CAUSE CATHERINE NEEDS A SILENT PROTECTOR/BROTHER TYPE.

A crash was heard as two figures ducked into the unlit room. The only light to be seen was the small amount of moonlight that peeked through the drapes which wasn't enough to illuminate the room.

"Wait, Etienne, I'll have a candle lit." Catherine whispered lowly as the male who accompanied her to her rooms plastered her up against the door. She had met him at the ball they had thrown in honor of Francis's coronation. He had been charming, and had flattered her to no end. Catherine had been quite taken with him and her loneliness had gotten the better of her, so here they were. Women did have needs after all.

"It won't be needed." Was the only response Catherine received as Etienne unpleasantly stuck his tongue in her mouth, almost causing her to gag as he squeezed her breasts harshly in his hands. Why didn't men understand that women were sensitive in that area?

Catherine almost screamed out loud as he bit into her neck while he sought to pull her dress up her body. He couldn't be ready to take her yet, could he? His hands were rough and uncaring as they grazed the skin on the inside of her thigh. Why couldn't she find a lover willing to show a small amount of tenderness? Claiming her, after all, wasn't a race to get to the finish line. She wanted to feel the heat rush between her legs as he softly caressed her wanton body. The last time she had taken a lover that had looked after her needs was when she had been with Liam. He had touched parts of her with his mouth that no man, not even Henry, ever had and she had been fulfilled like never before. He had caressed every inch of her body until she was wet with her need and only then had he plunged into her silken depths, filling her with every inch of himself.

"Wait." Catherine hissed as Etienne pulled away long enough to drop his trousers.

Unheeding her words, he spun her around to the nearest table and after laying her down on it, yanked her skirt up her body. Catherine tried to hold her legs together against his advance, but he roughly wedged his knee between them as he yanked her thighs apart and placed himself between them.

"I said to wait!" Catherine growled as she slapped Etienne across the face. "Let me go. Now! I won't be responsible for my actions if you…" Catherine's threats were cut off as he kissed her again roughly and thrust against her inner thigh. Etienne laughed evilly against Catherine's ear, making fear run up and down her spine, before speaking again.

"All women say that, at first. They all eventually enjoy it and end up screaming my name. You will be no different." He sneered as he grabbed her bottom and brought himself to rest against her opening, causing Catherine to gasp slightly. This could not be happening!

"I am the Queen of France. I never misspeak and I always mean what I say! Let me go at once or I will have you thrown in the dungeons." Catherine said starkly, unwilling to let her voice shake and show how out of control she really was.

"You flaunted yourself in front of me all night as you walked around, the perfect picture of a powerful woman. The problem with power is women always want it to be taken from them. I am giving you what you want." Etienne growled into her ear.

Blessedly, there was a knock on her door at that moment.

"Your Majesty, I hate to disturb you, but young prince Henry is asking for you." Came the voice of her most trusted guard, Renou, from the other side of the door. Etienne stilled against Catherine as she stayed silent.

"Your Majesty? Are you alright?" asked the guard as he knocked once more as he received no answer.

"Let me go now!" Catherine whispered to Etienne. "I'll be right out, Renou." Catherine replied loudly, as she pushed against Etienne's chest.

"Yes M'lady," Renou answered.

"I can be quick." Etienne breathed against Catherine's neck as he squeezed her bottom in his hands.

"This is over. I will call in my guard if you don't remove yourself from me immediately." Catherine threatened. Begrudgingly, Etienne roughly let Catherine go, almost causing her to knock her head against the table edge before he turned and pulled up his trousers. Without another word, he left the room slamming the door behind him.

Catherine sighed exasperatedly before she made her way to light a candle in the room. Checking her appearance in the mirror before opening her door to leave, Catherine made sure her hair was in place and her dress rearranged properly. Opening her door to leave, she started to hurry down the hall before being stopped by Renou.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, but I need a word." Renou said as Catherine halted her actions and turned back.

"Be quick, Renou. I don't want to keep my son waiting any longer than need be." Catherine said quite irritated from her previous experience with Etienne. Catherine would have him dealt with him later.

"That is what I needed to speak to you about. The young prince didn't ask for you." Renou said, almost cringing as Catherine's expression turned deadly.

"What do you mean? Why would you interrupt and lie about my child needing me?" Catherine said lowly as she glared at him.

"Sir Etienne has a, er, rough reputation with women. I was worried for your safety, Your Grace." Renou said quaking at Catherine's expression.

"I am perfectly capable of calling for help if I need help, Renou. I," Catherine said, before faltering. Renou was the closest guard she had. He had become more than just a paid guard. He had become a guardian of sorts. Catherine couldn't be mad for very long. It actually touched her heart that he cared for her safety. "I appreciate your concern, but," Catherine said regally, "Next time a knock on the door will be sufficient if you have reservations." Catherine said as she awkwardly cleared her throat.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Renou said as he bowed to his Queen.

"Tell me, are you assured of these rumours being true?" Catherine said, as she went back into her rooms, bidding Renou to follow her with a wave of her hand. She didn't doubt that they were true, seeing as how he had been so forceful and unrelenting with her.

"I am." Renou answered as he shut the door.

"He must be taken care of. I can't abide men like him. Do it quietly and make it look accidental. I don't want a scandal erupting." Catherine ordered as she dismissed him.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Renou said as he bowed out to do her bidding, leaving another guard at the door to her rooms.

Catherine, finally alone, sighed at the turn of the events of the night. Why couldn't her liaisons ever turn out correctly? Even the men who weren't rough when she invited them to her bed never pleased her fully. She was always left unsatisfied and irritated. Sometimes she would take care of her problems herself, but even on those nights that she did manage to finish she was left longing for more. She felt cursed in this area of her life. Maybe she wasn't meant to experience true, blissful pleasure?

Needing to release some of the stress from her body, Catherine undressed herself. Pulling back her covers, she laid down and let her hands roam across her body trying to imagine they were a seductive lover skimming over her taut flesh. Catherine took her round, milky bosoms into her hands and squeezed tenderly as she worked her pink nipples with her fingers. Feeling the embers within her core start to burn, Catherine slipped her left hand down to touch and tease herself between her legs. Rolling her hand across her silky flesh she applied pressure, gently at first, against herself as she tried to build herself towards her peak. In her mind's eye she imagined the flesh of rough skin and gentle movements of her lover as he pleasured her. Her mind started creating this lover's features. Dark brown hair, bright blue eyes that were as clear as the sky on a cloudless day, a young warm body that pressed into her fully. Catherine closed her eyes and the man who she imagined took her by surprise. How could she be imagining Bash, her husband's bastard son? God help her, she was losing what little sense she had, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about him in these moments that bewitched her. She could almost feel his lips on her womanhood. Catherine gasped as she touched her opening and felt the moisture there. How did the thought of him make her so out of control? She mentally berated herself. For all of the pain his existence had caused her, she should be cursing his name instead of wanting to scream it in pleasure as he brought her to the brink. Catherine let a small moan escape her lips as she slipped her fingers inside herself, slowly letting herself adjust. Catherine pumped herself harder as she thought of Bash further. When did she even start calling him that ridiculous name in her head. He always used to be "the bastard". When had her feelings toward him changed? His mother had destroyed her marriage and any happiness she could have ever had with her husband as easily as you would crush a flea. As the thought of Diane filled Catherine's mind she removed her fingers from herself and sighed. The thought of that woman would turn anyone off, not that Catherine should be having those thoughts about Bash of all people. It was totally ridiculous and she felt ashamed for her actions as she hopped off the bed and headed towards her closet. She couldn't rest and she couldn't just lie there thinking, she would drive herself insane, so she decided to head to the kitchens for a cup of tea. Maybe that would calm her for the night. Pulling on a simple dress, she once again checked her hair. God it was horrible! She fixed it enough to look presentable and left her rooms.

As she walked to the kitchens, her guard following along behind her, Catherine was dismayed to see an all too disheveled Bash walking towards her. Lord help her, he was without a jacket and his shirt was halfway untied so she could see his chest peeking at her invitingly as he bowed in her presence.

"Queen Catherine," Bash said in greeting, trying to keep his eyes from roaming over her body. She was dressed simply enough and her dress hugged her curves as she had been swaying towards him.

Catherine, unwilling to indulge herself with foolish words or thoughts just nodded her head at him in greeting, but didn't move along down the corridor. Here she was, in the corridor with the man who she had just been fantasizing about and she couldn't even mumble a word? Catherine berated herself mentally as she thought about how his hands would actually feel against her. They were big and his long fingers could stretch her… she must stop now before she made a fool of herself.

Bash stood awkwardly in Catherine's presence as he waited for her to say something. He was quite confused when she stared at him with an almost lustful gleam in her dark hazel depths. No, he must have it wrong. He had only ever seen disdain upon her face when she looked at him. He had to just be in need of a good fucking. Kenna had been lax in her duties lately and he was just longing for his release. He was a fool to think his father's wife would ever look at him that way although he had thought of her many times trying to imagine why his father had despised her for so many years. Catherine de Medici was a strong woman and in need of someone to lean on and he knew of how neglectful his father had been towards her. Bash stared longingly at her cleavage that whispered for him to touch and kiss them. He wondered how they would feel if he took them into his palms. Would she sigh as he touched her? Would she moan his name as he fit himself inside her? Bash had to stop before she saw the growing lump in his pants as he felt his blood rush to his male organ. She would be thoroughly disgusted, he was sure. With another bow to her, he moved to the side to let her and her guard pass. Unable to help himself, he watched her backside as she strutted down the hallway. God, what a woman she would be to have in one's bed.

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