Title: Tapas- The Fourth Day of the Lusty Month of May

Author: zephiey

Rating:. M

Pairing: Joseph/Clarisse
Category: PWP, Romance

Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Princess Diaries and its characters are the property of Disney, Buena Vista, and Meg Cabot. I make no money from this work of fiction.

Summary: Clarisse and Joseph enjoy an intimate dinner and dessert.

Tapas

Joseph entered the Dower House. It had been a long week and he was grateful to be back home. He still couldn't believe his schedule was now busier in his 'retirement' than it had been as Royal Head of Security. He thought being a consultant would be a good way to keep himself busy, but he had never anticipated just how busy he would be. Placing his briefcase down in the sitting room and moving into the bedroom he shared with Clarisse he was surprised she wasn't there to greet him. Shrugging, he pulled his tie off, draped his jacket on the chair and sat down on the bed to remove his shoes.

He needed a shower.

After removing his shoes, socks and unbuckling his pants he spied an envelope taped to the mirror of Clarisse's vanity table. It was addressed to him. He pulled it off, opened it and read it.

My Darling Joseph,

Please take a shower then join me in the kitchen. I have a surprise for you.

Love,

Clarisse

P.S. Where something…loose.

Joseph's eyebrow rose at the post script. Loose, huh? He wondered what his love had planned this time? Since their marriage, Joseph had discovered Clarisse's adventurous side. Something she had successfully kept hidden since Rupert's death. Now as a married woman once again she allowed her playful, sexy side to often guide their encounters, and Joseph was inordinately pleased, and very satisfied with the arrangement.

Joseph showered quickly then dressed in a pair of loose fitting linen pants and shirt. He decided to remain barefoot. He doubted he would need shoes, or for that matter a shirt but he also knew Clarisse enjoyed undressing him.

He walked down to the kitchen, entered it and came to an abrupt stop. His eyes widened at the sight which greeted him. Candle were lit and scattered about on various surfaces. The table was set for two, the settings placed at the upper end of the table, giving the placements an intimate air. He could smell a variety of aromas, some familiar, some not. But what caused the blood in his veins to heat was how Clarisse looked. She was leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in nothing more than a full black slip, stockings and heels. Joseph licked his lips. She looked delicious enough to eat. While most men would be turned on by less clothing Joseph had come to appreciate the appeal of his wife's conservative lingerie.

"Hello darling," she said softly, walking towards him.

"Hola querida," replied Joseph, gathering Clarisse in his arms and kissing her. Clarisse returned Joseph's kiss with enthusiasm, sighing softly when they finally broke apart.

"I missed you," said Clarisse, resting her head on Joseph's chest.

"I missed you too, querida. But what is all this?" he asked, his face resting in Clarisse's hair and simply enjoying have her in his arms.

"Dinner," she said, smiling up at him mischievously.

Joseph chuckled. "I can see that but why? Not that I don't appreciate it…," he said, but quieted when Clarisse placed a finger to his lips.

"Simply because," answered Clarisse. "Now please sit, while I get everything," she said, moving out of his arms and toward the stove. "If you would pour the wine while I bring over our dinner," she said as she retrieved a tray which she carried over. It was filled with a variety of small covered bowls. She quickly arranged the dishes on the table and moved back to the stove to retrieve another tray. This one was artfully decorated with a variety of fruits, olives and cheeses along with two covered dishes. She placed this tray down on the table and sat down in the chair next to Joseph's.

"Tonight we are having tapas," Clarisse announced as she uncovered each of the bowls revealing a variety of the small dishes. Joseph looked down at the table and noticed there were no forks, knives or spoons anywhere.

"No utensils?" asked Joseph.

"I decided we could forgo utensils this evening in favour of a more personal touch," replied Clarisse, picking up a perfectly seasoned piece of lamb and holding it to Joseph's lips for him to eat.

Joseph opened his mouth and his lips closed around the lamb and Clarisse's fingers. He released Clarisse's fingers only after running his tongue across them.

"Mmmm," he said, chewing the lamb slowly, enjoying its flavour mixed with Clarisse. Deciding to return the favour, Joseph looked over the selections available. He chose one of the small albóndigas and held it to Clarisse's lips. Clarisse opened her mouth and gently took the meatball from Joseph's fingers, making sure to caress his fingertips gently with her lips as she closed her mouth.

"Mmmm….perfect," she said, after finishing the small meatball.

She and Joseph took turns feeding each other. With each mouthful they teased each other, forcing their desire higher and higher. By the time they finished they had consumed almost all the warm dishes except one.

Joseph picked up one of the seasoned mussels and with his thumbnail he expertly released the meat from the shell. Holding the mussel out to Clarisse he waited for her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. Joseph poured the mussel onto Clarisse's tongue, groaning at the sight of her catching it and its seasoning on her tongue. It was a sight that mimicked a more intimate one and Joseph was barely able to restrain himself as he watched Clarisse eat the mollusc. As soon as Clarisse swallowed, Joseph immediately covered her lips in a fierce kiss, enjoying the taste of Clarisse mixed with the seasoned mussel.

Clarisse picked up another mussel, released its flesh from the shell and held it out for Joseph to eat. Joseph closed his lips around the shell and with his tongue drew the flesh into his mouth. Clarisse moaned at his actions, her arousal slicking her thighs. Knowing she wouldn't be able to witness Joseph eating another mussel, Clarisse pushed the dish aside and reached for the cold platter.

She removed the lids from the bowls, one contained melted chocolate and the other contained crème fraiche. Clarisse choice a chunk of pineapple and dipped into the crème fraiche, before eating it slowly. Joseph watched as Clarisse ate the fruit, his gaze never leaving her lips as she chewed slowly. A small bit of crème fraiche lay on the side of Clarisse's mouth. Joseph pulled Clarisse onto his lap and covered her mouth with his, licking away the small trace of crème fraiche, his hands caressing her back and sides.

Clarisse held tightly onto Joseph, relishing in his kisses and caresses. She could feel his arousal against her bottom. She shifted in his lap, both moaning as she moved against his hard shaft. They continued to kiss and caress each other but soon simple kisses and caresses weren't enough. Clarisse pulled away from Joseph, breaking their kiss. She stood, then returned to his lap, straddling his legs, her slip pulling up to reveal the lace tops of her thigh highs.

Joseph glanced down at the Clarisse's thighs. "Thigh highs?" he rasped out, feeling the heat and moisture from her centre on his lap.

"Yes," Clarisse husked, seeking Joseph's lips once more. Joseph moaned into the kiss as his hands travelled up Clarisse's legs. He pulled her slip up until his hands rested on her naked bottom. He caressed the soft skin of her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh as his tongue tangled with hers. He pulled her tightly against his arousal, gritting his teeth as she teased herself on his covered flesh.

He moved from her lips to her breasts, kissing and nipping the firm flesh, wetting the material of her slip with his actions before drawing one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth and suckling hard.

Clarisse arched her back, grabbing at Joseph's shoulders and groaning as she forced more of her breast into his mouth. With an audible pop, Joseph released her breast. "Take me out," he rasped before seeking her other breast.

Clarisse reached down between their bodies, fumbling with the tie to his linen pants. Unable to untie it, she reached into his pants, grasped his hard erection and pulled him out of the top of his pants, forcing the waistband of his pants under his balls.

Joseph stood rigid, the head of his erection leaking pre-cum. Clarisse ran her finger over the spongy head, gathering some of the liquid on her finger before bringing it up to her lips and sucking her finger into her mouth. Joseph groaned at her actions before lifting her up slightly and pulling her down, entering her moist channel in one smooth stroke.

"Ride," ordered Joseph, gritting his teeth at the exquisite feel of Clarisse.

Clarisse began to move up and down slowly, her body squeezing Joseph each time she moved up. Joseph's hands squeezed Clarisse's bottom, taking pleasure in the speed at which Clarisse rode him. But soon the slow speed wasn't enough, and Joseph began thrusting faster in counter-rhythm to Clarisse. Their thrusts drove their arousal higher and higher until Clarisse erupted in orgasm, her channel rhythmically squeezing Joseph's shaft. Joseph thrust twice more before he also erupted in orgasm, his essence shooting deep into his wife.

The two lovers sat spent on the chair, their breath coming in gasps as they slowly recovered. Shifting slightly on Joseph's lap, and keeping him buried deep inside her, Clarisse reached back and grabbed an olive, bringing it to Joseph's lips.

"We still have dessert to finish," she whispered, as she fed him the olive. As Joseph ate his olive he noticed Clarisse reach for a strawberry, dip it in the melted chocolate before bringing it up to her lips. She bit into the ripe fruit, the juice and some of the chocolate running down her chin to drip onto her cleavage.

Joseph's shaft hardened.

It seemed he was going to enjoy dessert ala Clarisse.

The End.