Oddments Reprise
Disclaimer: I am not a Theologian, a Historian, or a TV Producer; I therefore do not own any thing.
Pairing: Thomas Boleyn/ Katherine of Aragon
Prompt #9: Bruise
"Goddamnit woman! That hurts!"
"I am only trying to help. What were you thinking, jousting at your age! You could have been killed!" Katherine, Dowager Princess, Duchess of Wiltshire scolded her husband, delicate hand rubbing ointment across a particularly colorful bruise.
He had been thrown from his horse. Watching him fall had nearly killed her. She had worried when her Henry rode, but she never felt so ill as she did when the Falcon took flight. Henry was not Thomas.
But he was fine; blue eyes gliding over his bare body, she was reassured that aside from bruises only his ego was wounded. His ego. His ego in the throes of pain lashed out at all who neared him. It sent even the most seasoned maid scurrying until only Katherine remained.
"That hurts!" He growled, snatching her wrist and pulling her from him. In his ice eyes she saw the embarrassment, the pain… all that he felt he needed to hide. Stubborn man. Stupid, stubborn… handsome man.
"Where doesn't it hurt?" Katherine finally snapped. Her husband paused, still holding her in his strong grip. Finally, using her fingers to point, he pressed a spot along his left clavicle.
"Here" he snapped. Carefully, as to not cause him more pain, Katherine lowered her lips to the spot, softly kissing the heated flesh, dark hair spilling across his chest. Under her she felt him stiffen. Ridged at her willing touch.
"Here" he said again, more unsure, hoping for the same response. He moved her hand to a place on his forehead, near where his snow white hair met his sun-tanned skin. With the same tenderness, she replaced the touch of her fingers with that of her lips. Pulling away, he caught her eye, his confusion and his longing holding her.
"Here" he whispered hoarsely, her fingers brushing his lips.