Disclaimer: I own no part of Reign OR WE WOULD'VE SEEN WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THE KISS AND HIM IN BED.

AN: This story is for my beloved writing partner in crime, Catherine Woods. Starting off in episode 11, "Inquisition", at the part where many of us became hard core Catherine and Henry shippers (personally, I started at the engagement party for Charles and Madeline when Catherine and Henry are walking and she turns to speak to him, but he's already speaking to some random woman—honestly, Henry). This is going to be a pregnancy story, so if that's not your thing, turn back now. This first chapter is…well, babies don't actually get dropped off by storks, spoiler alert. I'm rating this story a strong T even though the beginning is M because the story will be ultimately T. If M isn't your thing, just wait for the next chapter and it'll be okay. This chapter is a mix of old and new work, so if the flow is kinda awkwardàreasons, hopefully I'll catch all of them in my editing, but please bear with me. This is gonna be a long one. Oh, and yall probably shouldn't read this at work, CATHERINE WOODS. Please do enjoy the read!

"Let down your hair." He whispered, his eyes soft.

She looks confused, opened her mouth to question him, but he stopped her.

"Let me look at you."

Her hands flew to the top of her head trying to find the pin that would let her hair down. Finding it, and looking into his eyes, she pulled it out. Her small white hands went to the copper locks in an attempt to tame them, to look a little bit more presentable. It's been an age since he's seen her like this, since he's seen her as Catherine. Not as the Queen of France, or mother of his children, or his greatest frustration, but Catherine. The woman he loved. He goes to caress her cheek, his dark eyes boring into hers, and his long forgotten love for her swells within his heart as he kisses her. Her hand comes up to the back of his head, holding him to her, the other around his neck and shoulder. His strong arm is around her waist now and he thinks dimly that perhaps he could love her again.

They break their kiss and she is smiling. She rests her head against his chest, sighing in remembrance. It was exactly as it was, exactly as it should have always been. Her hand slips to rest above his heart and she feels it beat beneath her fingertips. Strong and steady and conflicted. He might not have loved her since their early years, but she loved him, and knew him deeply. Henry, dear Henry. We were such fools. Looking up into his eyes, full of love and hope, her smile grew wider as he kissed her lightly once more. She may have been out of practice, but this was something that she knew well. His arms around her brought her closer to him still and she couldn't help but smile against his mouth.

"I've missed you, Catherine." He murmurs, brushing her lips with his.

She smiled at him then, and he remembered that young, beautiful Italian girl that had been presented to him. She was all smiles and laughter, dancing and dining, bright eyes and long hair. He remembered her. He remembered that she liked sitting in windows. He remembered that she hated quail. He remembered the Italian lullaby she sang to each of their children. The way she was looking at him now, he had seen it before. Not just from long ago, but more recently as well. She really had loved him all these years, and he hadn't seen it for the scorn he felt for her. Her eyes were like golden droplets of honey shining in the morning light. He remembered the first time he had woken to those eyes.

The morning after their wedding night, he had awakened slowly from sleep, tired in the best of ways, his eyes opening. Across from him, he saw Catherine, her long coppery blonde tresses splayed out across the pillow, her bare shoulder visible to him above the blanket that covered them both. She had been watching him, the most beautiful smile on her face, but upon noticing his awareness, her eyes grew large, and a blush covered her cheeks. In her panic, she had stuttered out a, "good morning" and had turned over. Henry had thought it immensely charming. He slid over to her, pressed a kiss to her shoulder and greeted her a good morning as well. The smile she had given him that morning was the same he saw this morning. It seemed as if the years had not passed them by.

"If you can trust me, I think I could love you again."

"I want to trust you."

"Then do."

Taking her beloved face between his hands, he smiled at her once more before kissing her. It was slow and sweet, a dance of days gone by, and hope for the future. He hadn't expected it of her, but was pleasantly surprised at her little moan into his mouth. His hands moved to encircle her waist, bringing her closer to him. She came obligingly, her body melting against his in the most familiar of ways. She had forgotten how it was to feel him, to be near him when he wanted her. He was ever so attentive, ever so masculine, it took her breath away. She barely knew what she was doing anymore when he kissed her like this, she could only hold on to his shoulders and hope her legs wouldn't give way. His hands at her waist were gripping her tightly to him, the fabric beneath his fingers bunching up. Their kisses were a bit frantic now, a little more desperate and the other was giving just as good as they were getting.

Henry turned Catherine toward the table and encouraged her to sit up on it. She obliged, parting her knees for him to step between. This was new for them. Outside of laying with her husband for the creation of heirs, they had seldom come together to make love. It seems things would be different this time around. Catherine was pulling his shirt out of his breeches as Henry was taking off his jacket. Just as Catherine went for his belt, Henry stopped her. Taking her wrist in his hand, he kissed her instead, laying her back onto the table, his free hand going to the hem of her dress. Ever so slowly, he raised the edge of her skirt, taking the time to run his hand over the skin underneath. Catherine arched up underneath him as his hand gave a squeeze to her thigh. It had been far too long for her, five years? She couldn't do the math to figure out the years of her abstinence as Henry brushed his fingers against her.

The noise she let out was completely involuntary and surprised even herself. Her hand went to her mouth in embarrassment, her hazel eyes wide as she looked up to watch his reaction. He looked down at her with darkened eyes and a mischievous smile. Henry leaned down to her ear and whispered his appreciation, telling her not to hold herself back. Catherine nodded and kissed his cheek. With her dress up to her hip, Henry motioned for her to lift her hips. Catherine just looked at him. In the full light of day, her reservations of him seeing her compounded themselves. At her hesitation, Henry kissed her. He kissed away her fears and her doubts, her insecurities and self-consciousness. He kissed her to make her love him. He kissed her to make her trust him. He understood her pause, he'd had women younger than her, he understood what she must be thinking. She would never say it aloud, she was too proud for that, but he knew. He knew that she was worried about what he must think of how she looked, the full light of the sun coming in doing nothing to calm her nerves.

Lifting her off of the table for a moment and chuckling at her squeak of alarm, Henry undressed his wife. Knowing his way around a corset, he undid the laces at her front and the laces at the neck of her shift. Standing her up, he let the shift fall to the floor. Catherine cast her eyes down, turning her head to the side, hoping her long hair would cover up some of herself. Had he ever seen her completely? She didn't think so. Her cheeks were ablaze under his eye, his silence making her nervous. Taking a step back, Henry let his eyes rake over his wife. Her feet were just as small as he remembered, toes dainty and ankles slender. Her legs were shapely, her hips curvaceous. She seemed a bit…thin. Catherine seemed to have lost weight during her time in the Tower. He'd have to see to her gaining a little weight. His gaze continuing upwards, he settled on her breasts. Pink peaks puckered in their exposure. He just had to do something about that.

Catherine couldn't school her gasp when Henry threw her over his shoulder and flipped her back down onto his bed. She watched him as he quickly kicked off his shoes and stockings, pulling his breeches down in one motion and crawling into bed after her. She didn't have the same time to take in his body as it was now before he settled himself between her thighs, his mouth descending to her breasts. Her back came off of the bed in surprise, lifting the both of them off of the mattress for a moment. He laughed as he sucked at her nipple, the vibrations resonating within her. Her hands on his head and neck, keeping him right where he was, her head tipped back in ecstasy. His free hand was teasing her other breast as his wicked tongue worked its magic on her. His eager manhood was pressed against her inner thigh, and she spread her legs ready to receive him. With a final kiss to her breasts, he kissed a trail up to her neck.

He growled as he reached her ear. "I want to take you right now."

Catherine shivered at his words. She couldn't help it.

"Do you?" She asked as unaffectedly as she could.

He chuckled into her neck, nuzzling her ear, "Very much so. Can't you tell?" He rubbed up against her.

"I thought you had lost your scepter in here." She teased, her fingers outlining the contour of his cheek.

"It's just as good as gold." He chuckled, loving the tinkle of her earrings.

Catherine looked directly into his eyes, "Show me." The tilt of her hips was all the encouragement he needed.

Henry watched as she bit her lip while he touched her with his fingers. She was slick, a wet heat that he had missed oh, so very much. Slipping his fingers up a bit, he ran over her and enjoyed the groan she made. Long and low with her head tossed to the side, he pushed a little more firmly against her before he retracted his hand and made his way inside. Henry hissed at her tightness. How long had it been? God, he didn't even know. How old was their youngest? He lost his thought when her hips lifted up to meet his. Turning his gaze up to her as he moved inside her, he smiled faintly. Her earrings were still in, along with her tiara and the rings on her fingers. If the world knew what their Queen Catherine looked like right now…a deeper thrust and she sighed. Catherine had a habit of biting her lip, he loved it and hated it at the same time. Her brow would furrow as she concentrated on not screaming. She was so bloody controlled all the time, the nights when he worked to make her say his name were the nights they had the most incredible sex.

She was so full with him inside her, stretching her, completing her. Catherine wondered how she could go so long without him making love to her like this. Then she remembered, then she forgot. Henry had bent over, taking a nipple into his mouth. She gave a soft cry and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was so good, too good. Was she any good anymore? Henry didn't seem to mind as his movements quickened. His shaft withdrew and plunged deeper on every pass and Catherine did her best to keep pace with him. It had been a while. Her breathing was ragged and irregular as she opened herself a little wider for him. Catherine was beginning to flutter against him, clutching the sheets as she always did when she was close to her climax. Henry kissed up her chest to her neck, whispering his love for her into her ear. Taking a free hand, he slipped his thumb down to bear pressure on her clit. She called out to him—harder, faster! He obliged his lady's wishes and sent them over with unified cries of pleasure.

Henry lay on top of her, trying not to crush her as he drew breath. The rise and fall of her chest brushed against his and he couldn't help but smile. Who knew after all these years, after all this time that with however many mistresses he had, that his wife would still outshine them all? Catherine was everything. Wit, beauty, fire—she had it all. And here he was, finding this out after years of separation and hate. Her hands rested against his shoulders, brushing lightly over his skin as she sighed. He rolled over and realized that for any woman that came into his bed, they were always on the left, never on the right. Only Catherine had claim to the right side of his bed. She lay there beside him, her hazel eyes gazing up at him with a smile at the corner of her mouth. The sun coming in behind them made her hair a golden halo, and Henry couldn't think of a reason why they would ever need to rise from their bed. With this, he was confused when Catherine gave him a kiss and swung her legs out of bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, rising up slightly to watch her backside sway.

Her voice was light as she replied, "I have to get dressed, Henry."

"You really don't." She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.

"I'm glad you think so, but since I have to go back to the Tower, I would rather wear something."

"Oh."

He saw her pick up her shift and was disappointed at the loss of her form from his view. Catherine haphazardly put on her corset and dress, slipped on her shoes. Taking up the hairpins from the table, she went to sit before the glass. Using her fingers, she combed out her waterfall of copper locks and began twisting it up. Her slender neck was revealed once her hair was piled on top of her head. Henry smiled dimly. No one would know the fire she had except for him. Standing up and smoothing out her dress, she walked gracefully over to him, and with a smile, kissed his cheek. He lifted a hand and caressed her face with a finger as she was pulling away. Henry wished she wouldn't be so surprised at this.

"I don't want to do this to you."

"Then don't."

AN: There you have it my dear Catherine Woods! If you made it this far, take a breather. I totally made up the stuff about "sides" of the bed because well, that would've been a nice thought, yes? Also, as this is an AU, Richard never happened so Clarissa never happened. Richard doesn't exist in this story. I think that'll make things a lot less crazy because really, let's be honest, GET OUT OF HERE RICHARD, NO ONE LIKES YOU. Annnnyway, sorry about the rant, I hope you liked it. By the way, this story, like the show, is so not historically accurate. We'll see which baby gets born.