Hey guys :) Here is the third chapter. I have been asked about updates on the story and while I´ll try to upload as much as I can, it probably won´t be more than twice a week. I have eight chapters written but I don´t want to give you them all at once only to leave you waiting for weeks for another one... My life is pretty busy right now so I haven´t really had any time to write anything (I did write like two pages yesterday only to realize that it wouldn´t work with the story at all :( ...) So I´m basically back to square one...

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Chapter Three

Putting the letter down on the desk in front of her, she got up. She called for a servant to help her dress as Greer and Kenna had been given a day off. When she was dressed in her light blue dress, one that she knew Francis would like, she went to find him.

As King Consort of Scotland, he had several meetings almost daily about the Scottish politics. Mary had never gone to one of them before, but she had been curious. It wasn´t as if the politics of it interested her particularly, but she wanted to know what was happening in the country where she was queen. Francis would keep her informed, as would her mother, but she would never get the exact details of the "when" and "why" of the different situations.

She felt the eyes of all the nobles on her, including Francis´, as she entered the throne room. She gave her warmest smile as she sat on her throne beside her husband. The meeting was quite boring really, but it was amusing to her to watch how Francis had to struggle to keep his attention on the nobles. She would raise her eyebrows and smirk at him if his eyes lingered a little too long on the front of her dress and he would look away in embarrassment of being caught.

Mary went to leave when the meeting was over and the nobles were dismissed, but Francis caught her by the arm.

"Oh no, you do not get to come here and distract me like that, and leave again," he spoke, his voice dripping with lust and she had to fight back to urge to smirk at the effect she had on him.

"Was I distracting you? I wasn´t aware, Your Grace," she replied innocently.

He waited a painfully long moment until the last of the nobles had left, before he pulled her tightly against him, pressing his lips onto hers. She instantly opened her mouth to his tongue as if on instinct. He couldn´t stop the moan that escaped him at the willingness she showed. I did not help him keep control when she uttered the words "I need you" a moment later.

He pulled back and grabbed her hand, nearly dragging her toward their chambers. She was laughing at his eagerness when he closed the door behind them. Her laughs were cut off by his lips on hers again and this time it was her who moaned. With their faces still locked together by the mouths he pushed her gently toward the bed.

Before either of them took any notice, her dress and her garments had been scattered onto the floor and he was placing kisses on every bare patch of skin he could find. She groaned when she realized that he was still completely dressed. She pulled his head away from her neck, where he was probably leaving a purple mark that she would need to cover when they were done, and sat up.

Before he could protest, she was pushing him down so she was on top. He smirked at her. This was the most control of their marital activities that she had taken and he wasn´t going to stop her. Her lips found his again and she giggled at the groan that came from under her when she began biting down on his lower lip like he had done to her so many times.

She really hated the shirts he wore. It seemed as if it had an endless amount of buttons that she had to undo before she could finally pull of his shirt. She quickly noted to herself for future reference that he very much liked it when she raked her nails across the bare skin of his stomach, leaving kisses on his chest.

…

"That was..." Francis muttered breathlessly as she fell back on the bed beside him, equally as breathless.

"You should distract me more often, Wife," he said, turning toward her, placing kisses along her neck.

She giggled in response and nodded.

"I think I just might, Husband."

They stayed there for a while, both struggling to catch their breath.

"You know," Mary started as she turned to look up at him from her place on his chest.

"I think your father might be disappointed if you don´t show up for your meeting with him," she finished and had to suppress a giggle at the groan the came from him.

"Do I have to go?" he asked, a pout on his lips, looking and sounding like a child again.

"I´m afraid so," she breathed, placing kisses on his chest. "Though," she started and lifted herself up on her elbow so she could kiss him.

"I think…" she pecked his lips.

"You might…" another peck.

"Have a little…" another peck.

"Time."

She barely finished speaking that one little word before he grabbed her face with both hands and ran his tongue across her lower lip.

"Is that so?" he asked, pulling back for only a second.

"Mhh," she moaned into his mouth as if to say yes and that was all he needed.

…

Francis turned out to be a little late to the meeting with his father, but Henry just raised his eyebrows and smirked when he saw the disheveled hair and crooked clothes.

"I see your marriage is successful at least." Francis only looked down in embarrassment and refused to comment.

His father didn´t let it go so easily.

"I know I keep saying that you need an heir and that might be true, but you should know something else."

Francis was surprised to hear the sincerity in Henry´s voice, a sincerity that he had never before heard from his father.

"I let your mother push me away when she was struggling to conceive an heir and I guess I only added to that."

Francis found himself strangely out of place. His father never spoke of his marriage with his mother unless to complain about something that Catherine had done and he needed to vent his anger or irritation. This was a new side of the man that he had known his entire life and he wasn´t sure what to think of it, to be honest.

"Don´t push her away and don´t let her push you away if it turns out that she has the same struggles as your mother."

It was silent between the two men as the older finished his little speech. The younger remained in a state of surprise and struggled to reply.

"I…um…thanks…I mean…I won´t."

If anyone had been listening and tried to mention it to either of them later, both would deny that the conversation had ever taken place. Francis refrained from mentioning it to Mary as they lied in their bed that night, both spent from the day´s activities. She probably wouldn´t believe him if he did tell her. Francis was not completely sure the conversation had actually taken place or if he had simply imagined it.