Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own them or the song lyrics! Warning: The last part is very M but if you stop at the part where he goes to the door you will be okay. Shout out to The Script and their song For The First Time of which i used some of their lyrics to during the first part and Norah Jones and her Song Turn Me On For the last part. Shout out to Maya. You might want to have paramedics around on this Chapter because you might need them here or you'll die from the pleasure!
We don't know how, How we got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard
The silence between Catherine and Henry filled the room, as Henry was unsure of what to say to her after his outburst, and Catherine was bewildered at how to address the situation. Although she was appreciative of his new found devotion to her above Diane, his madness in those moments when he had been so willing to drop his screaming mistress from the window to the hard slab of stone below, worried Catherine beyond measure. Henry had been so willing to kill Diane to prove his devotion to her that only her soft touch and words of reassurance had broken through his wall of murderous rage, saving them from having to pick up pieces of Diane off of the hard concrete below.
Ever since Catherine had blackmailed Diane into leaving Court when Kenna had revealed her plot to have Bash legitimized there had been changes, subtle at first, in Henry's mood swings. She reminiscently thought back to their first years of marriage when there had been similar changes in Henry's sexual appetites and she vaguely wondered if the changes in her husband had more to do with Diane than she had thought before. Catherine wasn't sure and she promised herself that tomorrow she would have Henry's room searched. Nostradamus had ruled out poison in his food but they hadn't checked his room because Henry had been unwilling to let them, claiming he was fine except for his headaches.
She would speak to him later about that matter but right now she wanted to send for his dinner tray. She had ordered the servants to put it away for him until later when she sent for it. Henry hadn't eaten his meal because of her torturous show and he needed nourishment; she also needed wine to get through this painful road they would venture down tonight. They needed to have a long overdue talk about their problems and would talk all night, if need be, but they would find solutions together. They should have done it years ago, but her trust issues and his inability to put away his many mistresses had caused their rift.
We don't know how, How we got into this mess, is it God's test? Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard But we're gonna start by drinking on cheap bottles of wine Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven't for a while, a while, yeah
"Henry, I had the servants put back your dinner. Is there anything else you want before I send for it?" she asked him. Shaking his head no, he walked over and sat down at his desk putting his head in his hands, rubbing small circles around his temples. Catherine called for the servant to bring the tray of Henry's dinner and some wine for them both before walking over behind him at his desk and rested her hands softly on his shoulders, massaging small circles into his back and into his neck as she spoke in a soft tender tone.
"Henry, I," She said trying to speak.
"Please don't scold me, Catherine. My head is aching and I can't handle to speak of the events of tonight yet." Henry said, interrupting her in a low tone relaxing into her touch as she soothed the ache from his body with her soft ministrations.
"I wasn't going to scold you, dear. I was going to ask if during your prior spells you had headaches." Catherine said softly, running her hands up his neck to his temples, replacing his hands with hers and tenderly caressing him. Her touch was so gloriously soft, Henry wondered how he had ever lived without her affections all these years as she ministered to him in the way only a truelove could. Henry could have died happy in this moment as his heart was pricked by her care for him. He could feel her breathe on his neck and his senses were invaded by her scent that was utterly Catherine.
"I suppose. Why do you ask?" Henry inquired of her. Before she could answer, however, the servant came in and sat the tray down on the desk in front of them. When they were alone again, Catherine started to stop her caressing of him but he gently stayed her hands from leaving and requested of her, "Please continue a few more minutes. I am enjoying your touch too much at this moment to be able to eat."
"Worry for your health, my King, is the reason for my halting of my actions." She said as he let go of her hands, and slid them down to work the kinks out of his neck.
"Henry, I know you don't want to talk right now, but maybe after you've eaten your dinner? There are things we must discuss about us." She said while lulling him into sweet, sweet oblivion with her hands.
"Mmhmm," was the only sound mumbled from his lips to let her know he had acknowledged what she had said as she started working on a particularly tight spot on the back of his neck. Catherine knew how to get his attention fully. She leaned in close to his neck peppering small, sweet kisses towards his ear totally bewitching him.
"My King," she whispered seductively in his ear, "I never finished my dessert as you requested. After you have eaten and we have spoken, I will fulfill your request of watching my eating habits."
Turning the tables on Catherine, Henry said slyly, "Devil woman, you drive your King insane with anticipation." as he turned quickly in his chair and pulled Catherine around the chair to sit in his lap leaving her legs dangling over the arm of the chair, and began tickling her sides. Catherine squealed with laughter, trying and failing to get out of his grasp.
"Henry, please, stop, I can't," She gasped out hurriedly as she wriggled around to try to get him to stop his assault of her body. At her cries, he increased his attack by making small advance lower on her abdomen where she was the most sensitive and started kissing her neck in a particularly sensitive spot. Stopping his assault on her neck long enough to growl in her ear, "What's wrong, Catherine? Having problems?" and then started kissing down to her collarbone nibbling as he went. The feeling of her writhing against him was making his body react to her movements and all he could think at the moment was about her being here in his arms, safe and enticing. Catherine's body was in quite a tizzy at the moment. His nibbling of her neck and his hands on her body was enticing her to the point she almost forgot about her plans and gave into his advances on her body, but her mind whispered that they needed to talk, so betraying her body she grabbed Henry's hands and stopped his movements as best she could.
"Henry, you know we need to talk." She said, trying to get her attention away from his wandering lips as he made his way to her rising and falling cleavage that was more visible now from their struggle.
"Mmm," he moaned, as he kissed her swelling breasts, "Catherine, you taste so divine. How can a man talk when he has his heaven in his arms?"
"My King, you said you would grant me whatever I desired," She countered, "and I wish to talk at the moment."
As he was about to lick his tongue into the canyon between her breasts, he retracted his tongue back into his mouth and chastely kissed her heaving bosom one last time and then tried to settle her comfortably between the desk and his body. She, of course, was settled against his already standing erection so he teased her, "Your King grants your request. Do you feel my acquiescence?" he said as he purposely thrusted against her.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Catherine replied, with a mockingly gracious tone to her voice and a smirk on her face. "I hope that your kindness will stay with me always."
"You will always have me, my Lady, as much of me as you want." Henry replied sincerely, looking deep into her eyes, and kissing her softly.
"Now would you like your meal?" Catherine asked him as she reached to pull the tray of food to where they could more readily reach it. At her question, Henry's stomach rumbled in response.
"Only if you feed me, my darling." Henry replied cheekily.
"As you wish, my King," she replied, sighing heavily, emphasizing her agreement. As she sat feeding him, he pulled her closer into his chest.
"I should call on you to feed me every meal, if it brings us closer together." Henry remarked with flirtatious seriousness, rubbing small circles with the palm of his hand on her back.
"If I had known feeding you would have saved us all our wasted years, I would have fed you every meal since we married." She said, sadness entering her voice.
"If I had loved you like a man loves a woman instead of how a boy loves a girl, we wouldn't have had wasted years." He remarked, continuing his rubbing of her back, whilst the hand that rested upon her hip made heart shaped motions with his forefinger.
"We have both mistrusted each other and helped to create the graveyard we have been living in." Catherine said resignedly, reaching for their wine glasses and handing one to Henry.
"I propose a toast to you, my beautiful wife, and also to second chances, new beginnings, and many more years to make up for lost time." Henry said clinking his glass against hers, the sound filling the now quiet room.
Catherine looked at Henry, the sweetest sadness in her eyes, and raised her glass and sipped from the bittersweet wine, as he did the same. They might not be fourteen year old newlyweds but as they looked at each other it was as if they were truly seeing each other for the first time. Henry took her glass from her hand and placing them on the desk, turned her around to face him, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his forehead against hers. Inhaling her scent deeply, he closed his eyes while stroking her cheek, trying to will away the pain of regret that was so evidently written all over her face.
"Catherine, we only have now, this moment we should focus on. You know as well as I do that might have beens are useless frivolities we cannot entertain in our lives. Let me give you my heart fully while I still can, and please take mine as well. I willingly pledge it to you from this moment on. If there is a life after this one, and I go first, I promise you I'll find you. Whatever I have to do to be with you forever and a day, I'll gladly accept the challenge." Henry professed as he pledged himself to her for eternity. As he looked into her eyes, he was looking into her very soul, and he knew that wherever they ended up they would be together, and he would be there to greet her with fiery passionate kisses and soft gentle caresses. She smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek, remembering how he had spoken similarly on their wedding night. They had both been so young and naïve then and she had reacted adversely to him touching her, half fearing she wouldn't please him and half fearing he somehow would know in those moments of her attack in Florence. He had been so gentle and kind and had given her time and space until she had willingly given her heart and body to him that night.
"Henry, you are the love of my life and your words entice me and warm my heart, but how can you be so sure? We have been here before, and have hurt each other deeply. Maybe we don't deserve a second chance? Maybe we have had our chance?" She said, reaching into the depths of her despair and sharing her fears with him, as another tear followed the trail the first had made down her cheek.
"Catherine, I know we will have setbacks, and fights, and you have your temper and I have mine and neither of us are easy people to live with, but I believe that as long as we are both willing to fight for the long love that could be ours. Our love can conquer anything as long as I have you by my side. Stay with me." He said, catching a tear and wiping it away. He kissed her then, long and sweet, caressing her soul. For Catherine it felt like coming home. To have his arms engulfing her and his words of endearment, she felt more loved in that moment than she had her entire life and she truly believed in that moment that they could make it. No, it would never be easy but when is giving yourself fully to one person ever easy? As he ended the kiss and she looked into his eyes, his love shining out from their depths, she believed he would be there this time. Henry saw the sparkle of hope in her beautiful hazel eyes and he knew of her belief in their togetherness.
We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time
Oh, these times are hard, yeah, they're making us crazy Don't give up on me, baby
"Now, my amour, enough of this sadness. I was promised a show of some sort, but I seem to now be longing for some of your dessert. Would you mind sharing?" Henry said adoringly, kissing her cheek lightly while pushing the tray back far enough on the desk to make room for her to sit there.
Squealing as he lifted her to sit on the desk in front of her, Catherine proclaimed, "Henry, I'm not a child," while scrunching her nose and trying and failing a look indignation while reaching for the delectable strawberries.
"Thank the heavens above," He said smiling, "I couldn't touch you as I wish if you were." His smile turning into an evil grin as he reached for the hem of her skirts.
"My King, I thought you only wanted to share my dessert." Catherine said, feigning innocence.
"Oh forgive me, my lady, I should make my intentions clearer next time," He said as his hand removed her slippers, and dropping it them aside, started to make a slow steady assent up her legs under her skirts.
Fully knowing his intentions, Catherine set the dish to rest in her lap and speared a strawberry with her fork. Bringing it up to her lips, she let its juices flow down from her lips onto her chin and beyond before she placed it into her mouth. Moaning loudly as she chewed, she offered a strawberry to Henry.
Growling as he took the tasty specimen into his mouth, he squeezed one of her breasts and moved to kiss her lips. Inviting his tongue into her mouth to taste her sweetness, she swirled her tongue enticingly, and dropped the fork from her hand, touching his cheek and running her hand back to grab his head to bring him in closer. Henry tasted her dark depths and started licking the trail of the juice down her chin to her neck as his hand under her skirts stroked the flesh on the inside of her thigh. With one hand, Catherine started unbuttoning his dinner jacket and started pushing it from his shoulder, while the other still held the desert bowl, trying to keep it from falling. Henry was still following the trail of the juice to the crevice between her breasts and as his tongue started flicking in and out of her crevice, his hands on the inside of her thighs reached its destination. Catherine moaned and the dessert all forgotten she arched her backside up off the desk into his hand and grasped onto his shoulder for support as his fingers entered her. The dessert bowl toppled over and spilled onto Catherine's dress and Henry's clothes landing on the floor with a bang. Henry wasn't distracted by the interruption and continued his invasion of her chasm.
"Oh God, Henry," Catherine exclaimed at the fall of the dish.
"I know, Catherine, I know," Henry mumbled against her full bosoms.
"No, Henry, I must get out of my dress." She said still trying to get his attention.
"In a moment, darling," He said still not heeding her commands.
"I mean it, Henry. It will be ruined and it's my favorite!" She said with ire in voice, pushing his head away from her breasts, and scooting back on the desk.
"Dammit, Catherine," He said, removing his hands from her, completely and utterly frustrated by another interruption, "Add it to my list of debts to you and forget about it. I'll have them make another."
Trying to soothe him, she laid her hand on his chest and reassured him, "Henry, help me out of my dress and after I've given it to a servant to soak we can continue. I promise."
Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a light bulb in a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school-kid waiting for the spring
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart, it's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on, turn me on
Pushing his chair back, and helping her off the desk he helped her out of her sticky garments, and then pulled off his own shirt and jacket and then took them to the door and handed them to the waiting servant outside the door and commanded that they not be disturbed under any circumstances and then locked the door. While he handed their clothes to the servant, Catherine had taken out her hair pins, crown and undergarments, turned down the covers of his bed and laid down on the cool sheets, waiting for him to join her there. The sight that met Henry took him back to their wedding night. Catherine was an oasis to his thirsty soul. Henry pulled off his boots and pants and joined her in the bed. They had all night and tonight would be a slow burn. He kissed her softly, stroking feather light touches up and down her arms. She deepened the kiss, inviting him inside her mouth, and pulled his body gently to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Henry tenderly kissed down her to her breasts and flicked his tongue around her peaked nipple. Fully taking it all the way into his mouth, he moaned, causing heat to shoot through her body to her core. No man had ever had the effect on her the way Henry did as she felt the heat of her longing build between her legs, as he alternated between suckling on both of her nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. After he had paid full allegiance to her breasts, he started kissing down across the soft plain of her belly to her core.
He dipped his tongue in her belly button as he went before placing himself between her legs. Lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders, he got a full view of her glistening wetness. She was ready and begging for him to take her. He kissed her fully, swirling his tongue in and out of her tasting her sweet juices. Catherine's back arched up off of the bed from the contact of his mouth on her lips as his name spilled like a prayer from her throat. Henry held her around her thighs so as to not loose contact with her as he started to build her toward her apex of pleasure. Licking up to her clit he started massaging first one, then two fingers in and out of her as he filled her with pleasure like no other. As he licked his tongue in and out her once more, she screamed out his name and came hard in his mouth, filling him with her glorious pleasure. He licked up his prize and moved from between her legs to kiss her on the mouth, letting her taste herself from his mouth. He held her in his arms, kissing her passionately before moving so he was over her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her slowly and gave her body time to adjust before moving in and out her, increasing his pace as he went. Still flying high from her release, his every movement was fire through her body and Catherine was fastly approaching the peak of her satisfaction.
"Henry, I can't last much longer" She screamed in Italian, gripping his shoulders and moving her hips up to meet his thrusts. Although he didn't understand her words, he understood her movements and felt the reverberations through her body. Groaning loudly, he grabbed her hips and thrusted harder while she gripped the sheets and screamed again unintelligibly.
"Come for me, Catherine. I need to feel you come." He commanded her. Catherine's bliss overtook her and she came around him sharply, her body squeezing his length, making him fall over the edge of his precipice and spilling white hot lava into her hot awaiting cavern. He screamed he name as he came inside her, laying his full weight on her, completely spent. When he could finally breathe again, he rolled to the side and gathered her up against him and pulled the sheets up over them. Henry knew what heaven was now. Heaven was her face as she came around him. Heaven was knowing she would always be with him. Catherine was feeling a bit overwhelmed by their lovemaking. As he held her against his chest, he felt warm wet tears touch his skin.
"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Henry asked, worry present in his voice as he touched her chin to bring her face up so he could see her fully.
"No, you didn't hurt me. These are joyful tears, Henry. I'm overwhelmed and blissfully happy. I love you so much." She said, finally filling complete in his love for her.
"Love of my life, I promise to make each time we are together as memorable." He said as he kissed her face, kissing her tears away. They fell asleep in each other's arms that night, content in their love for each other.
A HUGE THANKS TO ALL MY READERS! I HOPE YOU STILL LOVE ME AND I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTER YOU WILL FIND OUT THE PLOT I PROMISED YOU INVOLVING DIANE AND YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT I THINK SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE CAUSE OF HENRY'S MADNESS. COULD'T FIT IT INTO THIS CHAPTER MORE BUT YOU DO GET A SMALL HINT IN THE FIRST PARAGRAPHS.
