A/N: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! I left the rating as is because this is the only *bad* part. Please be mature about it!
Drocell looks at Amaya in shock, filled with wonder. "I'm not..."
"Oh shush. I want this." She kisses his neck again, pulling his robe off, as he wraps his arms around her back, gently pulling at the strings tying her dress up. Their kisses mash together and their tongues intertwine, as though it were all a race to the finish in a wrestling match.
She leads him backward onto the bed and climbs on top of him, and he begins to undress her as well.
When they awake in a few hours, they lay naked intertwined with one another. "Good morning." She chimes to him, kissing his cheek.
Looking down at her, he smiles, kissing her back. "Good morning." Feeling a bit of unusual touch of a sheet, he looked down to see a spot of red.
"Was it...?"
She smiles and nods. "And I enjoyed it...despite the pain."
He holds her close. "I...I didn't mean to...hurt you..."
She smiles, enjoying his embrace. "It's okay...honest."
Suzanne walks in, takes in the sight and squeaks in horror and astonishment. "LADY AMAYA!"
Amaya grabs a blanket and walks over to her, slapping her face. "Shush yourself, right now. You will speak to no one about this if you want to live. They'll kill us and you too."
Suzanne holds her cheek, tears running down her porcelain skin. "Yes, Amaya. No one will know." She holds out clothes to Amaya. "Here are the clothes you requested."
Amaya takes them, "Thank you, Suzanne. Come back when his food is ready, and remember to knock next time." She pushes her lightly out the door and shuts it behind her.
Drocell takes the clothes and dresses. "I'm sorry about this..."
She shrugs. "No big deal. I didn't expect her to come in like that though. But it's okay." She kisses his forehead. "Don't worry about it too much."