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I want to introduce you all to Caitlyn. Caitlyn Joyce. She was Lauren's lady in waiting and her best friend. Caitlyn had long almost black hair, blue-gray eyes, a very trim figure and was probably the sweetest person you could ever meet. I love her and I've only heard about her. Lauren and Caitlyn told eachother everything. And most of the time they supported eachother fully. But this time Caitlyn was worried. Not for Lauren but for Dean. She had talked to him before and they were good friends. She had grown up with the brothers, (for those wondering she doesn't know their secret.) and would hate for anything bad to happen to them.
"I'm just not sure Lauren," She said slowly. They were in Lauren's apartments. Caitlyn was hemming a dress for her mistress. The dress was a light purple and went with Lauren's hair beautifully. Lauren creased her forehead. "This could be a whole lot of trouble. And you know how your father is when it comes to 'pure bloods'. He won't accept your liking to his stable boy." She said.
"I know Caity." Lauren said, calling her friend by her nick-name. "But I'm the only heir. What is he going to do? Kill me?" The girls chuckled lightly. Caity ran the needle through the bottom of the dress, satisfied with the length.
"You never know with your father." Caity said. "Are you sure about this Lauren?" She asked. Lauren shrugged.
"I don't know Caity," Lauren said. "I'll figure it out sooner or later." Caity nodded and stood up, her work done. Lauren smiled. "You have to be the fastest seamstress I know Caity." She said. Caity smiled.
"I know your highness, I know." The friends laughed. She cocked her head to one side. "Why didn't you go to the stables today?" She asked. Lauren blushed.
"I thought it would be a little awkward." She said. She started to walk away but Caity grabbed her shoulders.
"Oh no you don't why would it be awkward?" She asked sternly. Lauren's cheeks reddened more.
"Last night, we might have..." Caity shook her shoulders.
"Might have what?" She said excitedly.
"Might have kissed." She whispered. Caity let her go. She wasn't sure whether to scream or laugh. So she did both.
"What's a matter with you?" She yelled, laughing. Lauren smiled.
"I think I'm in love." She grinned.
"I really think you're going to love my daughter Jack." Christopher said. He and Jack were talking in the throne room. Jack was to eat dinner with them that night so he and Lauren could get acquainted. Jack was tall, black hair and very dark eyes. He was about twenty years older than Lauren, but Christopher was sure she'd come around. Jack had a lean body and was viscous fighter. "She is by no comparison the most beautiful woman in this kingdom." Jack nodded feebly. All he wanted was a, what we call sexy, woman to procreate with. To get the kingdom to himself he might just kill her after her coronation.
"I'm sure I'll like her your majesty." He said, sounding bored. He had three executions tomorrow and that was all that interested him at the moment
That night...
Lauren hated Jack before she met him, now it was just loathing. All he talked about was pain, suffering, torture, anything gruesome. His table manners were less than a starving pig and the age difference made it even worse. All she had done all night was nod politely and continue to eat. Marian seemed to have the same opinion. She kept giving Christopher worried and anxious glances but he ignored them.
"...His head rolled at least three feet." Jack laughed. Lauren smiled, it was more like a grimace but no one seemed to notice.
I have to marry this slob? She thought. She tried not to shudder at the thought. He began talking yet again about another person he had killed and Lauren tuned him out. Think about something that makes you happy. She mused. Her mind wandered back to last night. The warmth of Dean's lips. The tenderness of his touch...
"So what do you think Lauren?" Christopher asked. Lauren snapped ouyt of her daze.
"I'm sorry what?" She said meekly.
"A wedding inside. What do you think?" He asked. Lauren shook her head.
"No I want one outside." She said shortly. Jack scowled. Lauren shrugged. "You asked. " She said. Jack's face reddened. Lauren continued eating.
"I hate nature." Jack said. "The world is way too bright and cheery. I think that's why there's so much war. People hate the way the world looks"
There's so much war because they give idiots like you a say in political power. She thought coldly. Just because you can wield a sword does not mean you should.
The night continued the same way. Her father and Jack would ask her a question and bicker about her answer. Finally at a quarter past ten, Jack left and Lauren nearly ran to her apartments.
She opened the door and shut it behind her. She sighed and turned around. Her room was empty, just the way she liked it. She walked into her washroom and found hot water stewing in the tub.
"Oh, Caitlyn I love you." She whispered. She took off her clothes and slipped into the hot water. "Ahh..." She sighed. After about an hour there was a knock at her door.
Dean was worried when Lauren didn't show that day. He felt terrible.
Wut if I did sumthing wrong? He wondered. He held her cloak in his hands. He couldn't stand the thought of not seeing her anymore. Not looking into her crystal blue eyes. Feeling her soft brown hair. Listening to her gentle laugh. He looked toward his brother. Samuel was asleep and wouldn't wake until morning. He and Samuel had worked hard all day, Samuel would definitely sleep soundly. Dean sighed and opened the front door.
I'll be back Samuel.
He walked past the castle gates and to a side door, the servants entrance. He knocked lightly and by some grace of God, Caitlyn answered.
"Dean what the hell are you doing here?" She whispered harshly. Dean smiled.
"Now Caity I thut you wood be happy ta see me." Caity rolled her eyes.
"Always the joker aren't you?" She asked. Dean continued grinning. Caity put her hands on her hips. "Now tell me why you're really here." She said. Dean held up Lauren's cloak.
"Laren left this at me house last niet."He said.
"I'll give it to her." Caity said, reaching for the garment. Dean pulled it back.
"I wuz actually wunderin if I coold give it to har." He said. Caity inhaled slowly, as if to tell him off, but she let the air out and smiled.
"Fine I'll show you the way." She said. Dean looked surprised. Caity shrugged. "Who am I to stand in the way of love?" She said. Dean grinned.
"Ah Caity I um forevur in yar debt." He said, bowing slightly. Caity snorted.
"You're damn right Winchester." He turned and walked inside, Dean followed.
They reached Lauren's chambers, Caity had made sure they weren't followed. Caity stepped away from the door.
"She's probably taking a bath, so knock first." Caity said sternly. Dean nodded. Caity turned and walked down the hallway.
Dean stepped forward and knocked lightly.
Lauren grabbed her robe, which was made of lace and was almost see-through, and walked to the door. As she opened it she expected to see her mother, or Caity. But her eyes met someone totally different.
"Dean!" She exclaimed. Dean smiled. But he was a little distracted.
Lauren's hair was slicked back from the water, which was still dripping down her body. As for her body it was barely covered, Dean had to take a moment and contain himself.
God shay's beautiful. Lauren grabbed his shirt and pulled her into her room.
"Did anyone see you?" She asked. Dean shook his head. "Why are you here?" She asked.
"Ya left thas at me house." He held out her cloak. Lauren took it and smiled.
"Thank you." She said. She sat down on her bed, Dean followed suit.
"Where were ya todey?" he asked. Lauren blushed.
"I was a little embarrassed." She admitted. Dean shook his head.
"Aboet wut?" He asked. Lauren shrugged.
"I'm not really sure." She wiped some of the water off her face. This action only enticed him more. She smiled shyly when she noticed he was staring. "I didn't exactly know where we stood at the moment." She said. Dean nodded.
"Wey can pretend it nevar happened." He said. Lauren nodded.
"Maybe." She said. They looked at eachother for a moment. Lauren bit her lower lip. The soft moonlight shown through her window and onto him. His features highlighted by the soft glow. She tried not to stare, frankly it was a little hard. She remembered the first time she saw him. His muscles contracting in the sunlight. She wondered how he'd look in this light.
Dean couldn't get over her eyes. Her glowing, crystal blue eyes. Dean couldn't take anymore. He'd have to leave or he'd do something he'd regret.
Suddenly Lauren's lips were on his. Her hands running up his shirt, pulling it off. He let her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She grabbed his hands and moved them to the front of her robe, asking him to remove it. He did that too. She rolled him over and he fell lightly on the bed. Her warm, soft body against his. She kissed his neck and he kissed hers. Her damp hair in his face. Dean didn't care.
Lauren felt his arms around her. The gentleness in his touch. The softness of his lips. The irresistable feel of his skin. That look in his eyes. His caring for her practically spilled out of them. She kissed his neck, what she heard him whisper changed her life.
"Laren I love you."
--Well, how'd ya like that? That was my first sex scene so tell me how it went. P.S. lois-singer go ahead and laugh it up. That's right I used her name. You'll get one I promise!!--