Disclaimer- Don't own Jenna,or Beetle, or anything in the Septimus Heap books. Angie Sage does.
My 1st fic on this site. For those of you who are old enough for this stuff, or who like reading it in secret. Also for my mate StoriesWithoutSlash, although he/she/it wont read this story...
Why do I bother?
It is late and the weather is less than pleasant. The star-dusted sky boasts an impressive cloud cover, which is peppering the world below with fat raindrops. There is a feeling of elecricity in the air, expectant and lightening sharp.
Beetle draws the curtains and sits back down. "It's getting late," he observes.
Jenna glances at the clock, and gasps. "I'd better get going." she wails, scrabbling for her cloak. "Before it gets any worse."
Even as she speaks, there is a rumble of thunder.
"You can't go home in this!" exclaims Beetle. "It's dark, and stormy. Let me find my coat, I'll walk you home." He sets down his glass and fishes behind him for his jacket.
"Or," says Jenna suggestively, "I could always stay a little longer."
"A little." echoes Beetle. "Yeah, I'd like that."
He sits down again, closer to her. Takes her glass out of her hand and sets it on the table. Takes her hand, squeezes it. Hard.
Jenna leans forward. For a moment, one long incomprehensible second, they stare into each other's eyes. Black meets violet. Then Jenna is kissing Beetle, her lips pressed almost forcefully against his. Beetle kisses back, one hand gripping hers, the other at her long, dark hair.
For several minutes they kiss, Beetle's hand slipping further down her back, until Jenna breaks away. Beetle uses this opportunity to push her back onto the bed, laying on top of her. Pinning her down.
"Mine now." he grins.
Jenna pulls a face of mock horror. Then she kisses him again.
Beetle drags her into a sitting position, the better to kiss, but she resists, struggling, until he is lying flat on his back She leans tantalizingly over him, undoing his shirt buttons one by one, stealing kisses in between.
Beetle shrugs off his shirt. "My turn now." He rolls over, trapping the Princess once more. Slowly, deliberately, he unfastens the straps of her robe, until it falls away. She wimpers as his fingers brush her skin, but he silences her with more kisses.
Outside, lightening splits the sky like a sword. Golden light flashes through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the room. Beetle and Jenna are too busy to notice, let alone care. The thunder crashes again, like cymbals a the climax of a piece of music. If the thunder is the percussion, the other instruments are surely the night, the rain, the stars and the electric lightening of love.
Jenna lays across Beetle's chest, the pair of them slowly regaining their breath and minds.
"I never thought..." she trails off, unsure what to say.
"Me neither." agrees Beetle. Jenna yawns and snuggles sleepily against him. Her next sentence is muffled in the bedclothes.
"What?"
Jenna surfaces, and repeats. "Queens are supposed to well-behaved virgins and all that."
"Well," replies Beetle, hugging her close once more," you're my Queen tonight. And you're behaviour is good enough for me."