Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. All credit goes to Meg Cabot and Disney. If you see something you remember from the books or films, it does not belong to me. You can't sue me, I don't have any money.
-/-/-/-/-
The years have been kind to him, she thinks. He's all hard muscles and sun kissed skin and…
She has extremely limited experience with such things, but even through his trousers she can… she believes he is… well, he is a rather well-endowed example of what a man should look like. And he is… she can't believe that she could have such an effect on him already.
She averts her eyes, oddly frightened that he would catch her staring, but his eyes are focused elsewhere.
He is watching her, really watching her, with an intensity she has never seen before, not with him, certainly never with Rupert.
She had done her duty, to king and crown and country, and after that Rupert would only come to her late at night, lonely and needy and smelling of brandy and cigars.
She wants to cover herself, to pull her shirt closed again and hide the evidence of six decades and two children and a sedentary lifestyle. She doesn't want him to see her like this, she wants to be young for him again.
She is about to turn away when he reaches for her, and even in the soft light from the lamps she can see his hands are shaking, and he gently tugs her closer until she is flush against him and his lips are on her and she can feel the urgency in him.
And somehow it doesn't matter anymore.
She is beautiful.