Her heart was pounding and her breathing quick. This wasn't happening. It was just a dream. Payback for all her tormenting of him. He tightened his arms around her and his stupid belt buckle dug into her back painfully. Definitely not a dream then.
"How do you know I was talking about you?" She demanded trying to maintain an ounce of dignity. It wasn't easy to do, crammed in a tight spot, sitting in his lap, and knowing that others would hear them if she made too much noise. She so didn't want to get caught in this situation.
"Please, Stella. Let's not pretend anymore. This game is over." He said and then nipped her ear causing her to let out a startled yelp. He laughed throatily. "Now, my dear woman. You best be quiet. It would be quite a scandal for the infamous Champion to be caught like this." He wrapped one of his hands around her wrist, freeing the other to explore her as he had dreamed of all these years. Apparently she had as well. "The other thing was my hands roaming your body, right? I do want to get this right."
She gasped as he stroked up from her stomach to the opening of her top. He stroked the skin and hummed his approval. She was so soft under his hand, silky skin and womanly flesh. Her breathing stopped altogether as he slipped his hand into her shirt and under her breast band.
"Sebastian!" She hissed. "You shouldn't be…we shouldn't…" She tried to get out, but he was stroking her breast as he shoved the breast band down. His calloused thumb working over her peak causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot straight through her. She arched into his hand.
He laughed and nipped her ear again. "You thought you could continue to tease me and not get a reaction?" He squeezed her breast and then removed his hand from her shirt. His hand trailed up to move her hair to the side so he could kiss down her neck. He then slipped his hand lower to stroke her thigh, sliding his hand under her skirt. He hesitated as she had gone completely still. "Tell me to stop and I will."
She tried to resume breathing. She tried to collect her thoughts. "What about your vows?" She asked after a few moments. He laughed and slipped his hand farther to stroke against her smalls. She whimpered and moved against his hand.
"Like you care an ounce for my vows." He growled before biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
"I don't care about them. I care about you." She managed to get out before a moan slipped out as he slipped his hand into her smalls.
"That is good to know. I would hope that there was some sort of affection if we're to do this." He kissed the mark on her neck. "And don't forget to keep quiet, love. We don't want the whole of the place to know what's going on in here, do we?" He slid a finger into her easily. "You're awfully ready for this, aren't you, Stella?"
"Sebastian…" She said as she tried to keep from doing something humiliating like ride his hand. Somehow she had lost control of the situation. She needed to get the upper hand again somehow. He then worked in a second and she decided to screw having the upper hand. She was always in control, but this felt good. And he wasn't being scary, just decisive. Maybe she could surrender to him. At least for now.
She laid her head back against his shoulder twisting her neck so she could kiss his cheek. He turned and they shared an awkward kiss as he worked her towards her first climax. He released her hands once he was sure she was going to cooperate rather than fight him. This freed him up to slip his other hand up to work the top open. She bit her lip to keep her moans in, gripping his thighs tightly with her freed hands as he worked her with far to experienced hands to be such a chantry boy. If she ever could form a coherent thought again she would have to ask about that.
He shifted around trying to relieve the ache in his pants. His pants were constricting him painfully, but he was determined to push her to completion first. He would deal with his problem in a minute. She ground against him as he worked her. A broken pant and an almost whimper escaped her lips as she bucked against him, squeezing and shuddering around him as she finished. She collapsed back against him weakly.
"Don't get soft on me, Stella. This is going to be a long confession." He said removing his hand from her smalls. He shoved her to her feet. "Don't go anywhere." He ordered as she turned to look at him and adjust her clothing. "And don't do that. Leave it open." He ordered as she started to close her top. She felt shy all the sudden but did as he asked. He quickly unclasped his belt and dropped it to the ground. She cringed and glanced at the door as it made a thud. She bit her lip as she looked back at him. His eyes had widened for a moment. He then held a hand out to her. She took it and covered her mouth to muffle the giggle that threatened to escape.
He tugged her into his lap again with her facing him this time. He ran his hand along her cheek as he smiled at her. She was beautiful and his.
She decided now might be a good time to take back over control. He was getting all gentle, and while she didn't mind gentle, she wanted the heat from a few moments ago. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself tightly to him despite the fact his breastplate dug into her exposed chest painfully.
She ran her hands into his hair and tugged his mouth to hers, kissing him hard. He groaned and nipped at her lips, forcing a gasp from her so he could surge his tongue into her mouth, seeking out her sweetness and looking to regain the dominance of the situation. They battled in their kisses, neither willing to give ground. She grinned at him as he finally pulled back, gasping for air. She didn't give him an inch of reprieve though.
She tugged a handful of hair, to pull his head back so she could nip at his neck. He tightened his arms around her, supporting her as she clung to him. She rolled her hips forward when he started trying to pull her back. He moaned loudly. It was her turn to laugh as she worked her mouth up to his ear.
"Now, now, Sebastian. We have to keep quiet. Wouldn't this cause a horrible scandal for the prince turned brother? I do believe Elthina would not approve of using the confessional booth for such activities." She nipped his ear and reached for the clasp of his breastplate.
He caught her hands and pulled back. "We can't strip in here, Stella. We have to stay mainly clothed." He warned and frowned when she gave him a pouting look. He kissed her quickly. "We can explore each other in length later. For now it needs to be quicker than a full on exploration."
"Later?" She asked quietly. Her eyes searching his for what game he was playing at.
He smiled and kissed her lingeringly. He reached a hand up to cup her cheek. "Chastity isn't for princes, Stella." Her eyes widened as she took in his words and meanings. "And I will not be going back alone. When I take the throne, you will be at my side."
"Even if I don't want to be viscountess?" She asked as he had a few days ago taunted her with the idea of a union between them uniting the Free Marches.
He pulled her tighter to him and rocked his hips up to grind against her. "Then so much the better. I will have your full attention."
"Hmm. Well, if we can't strip down and celebrate then I will just have to tell you all the things I would be doing. It is confession, right?" She laughed as he shuddered against her. She slipped one hand down between them and began to work on the laces of his pants.
