Part 2: Being Desirable
She was already in her bed, when she heard footsteps outside in the hall. Lucrezia knew those footsteps. He had done as she asked; he had returned to her. No words were spoken when the door opened and closed, but she heard the familiar sound of a cloak being taken off, the boots kicked off and the coat and the belts and blades removed. And then she felt his body creep into the bed next to her, underneath the sheets and his body touched hers once more. His hand ran over her body and she pressed against his hand, wanting to feel its warmth. No words were exchanged. They didn't need to. All they had to do was be what they were: Borgias.
When her eyes opened that next morning, she was the first to wake. Lucrezia felt an inner bliss, when she was finally able to nestle against his body and she buried her face towards his neck. Her lips found his skin and her hands his body and he definitely stirred too. When they were both more than awake, he gave her that look: Now you made me do it again… that look. She laughed.
"Oh Cesare, you know I'll make you do it again. And I know you must leave." She honestly didn't care right now. He had been here when she woke and she had been given what she longed for. Now she could go through the day without any problems at all.
"Father wishes to see you." Those just had to be the first serious words to escape his lips this morning, didn't they? She was amused and pleased… and he just had to mention their father. But of course… the inevitable was to come and if he did not mention it now, she'd never give him the chance to. He knew her too well too.
"Of course he does. And what will I tell him? Oh, my husband fell upon Cesare's blade and then he accidentally drank the poison I made for him. I'm sorry father that another marriage you set up for me is ruined. I will not have another." Lucrezia added and slid out of the bed, happy to be naked and move around near the man she loved most in the world. He sat up too and reached for his trousers, but then folded his arms over his knees.
"You will have another, you know that. You are his daughter and you are young. You can still have children. You are… desirable." He added, but he was not smiling. How could he smile, when he also didn't want for her to marry again? They wanted each other. Lucrezia entered the bed once more, crawling up to mount him once more.
"I am desirable, am I not? But I am also more than that. I am a Borgia. And I will not fall for his schemes again." And with that, she slid off him just as his hands ran over her again and she smiled from the side of the bed, "Tell father that I will see him. But remind him that I am mourning." And with that, she went to find her shift once more and move on with the day; just as he would. And he would return to her tonight again. He would be a fool if he didn't, and Cesare Borgia was certainly no fool.