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When Lord Melbourne awoke he was disoriented.

The light coming in from the window alerted him that it was daytime, but it took a moment while he blinked his eyes open to realize he was in the Queen's bedchambers. His wife's bedchambers. He stilled, looking down at his beautiful wife. Her head rested on his chest, her arm laid over him. She had on her nightgown and it took him a moment to realize he had nothing on. He stifled a laugh looking down at himself and her... to think, he had almost let her get away.

That day at Brocket hall felt like it was years ago. The day he had turned her away when she, the Queen of England, confessed her love for him, her Prime Minister, a simple Lord. She had turned from him crying and his heart had shattered into a million pieces. He could see she was trembling as she turned from him and he almost let her continue walking... but he didn't. Selfishly he knew better. She was so dear to him in every way and during their time together while he was her Prime Minister the nagging thought that the time would come to an end had always been too horrible to think of. When they had confronted it head on that day at Brocket Hall, he knew it was better for the country if he let her go (less scandal, less explaining) and yet... he had made her stop as she walked from him. He wanted her... he needed her.

Gently, he shifted, kissing her on the forehead.

Her eyes fluttered as she blinked awake, looking upon him. She laughed, turning her face into his chest and yawning against him, stretching her arm out before nestling into his bare chest.

"Did you sleep well, my dear?" Victoria asked, propping her head on her arm, looking up at him.

"Like a log," Lord M smiled, "I don't think I have slept so well in years and I have you to thank for it."

"We are married, Lord M!" Victoria smiled and pursed her lips together before giggling.

Melbourne beamed down at his young queen, "I cannot believe you went through with it. You married this old man!"

"Last night you did not seem as old as you say you are," Victoria blushed, studying the hairs on his chest where she twirled her fingers.

Lord M laughed heartily, "before I became your Prime Minister, there were rumors your tongue was too big for your mouth. I see that wickedness now."

"Had it escaped you before?" Victoria asked, "I do seem to speak too frankly for some."

"Not frank enough for myself, I dare say," Lord M laughed.

Victoria smiled and propped herself over Lord M, her hair cascading around them as she stared at him. His eyes roamed her face, searching for what she was thinking. Then she bent over and kissed him passionately. He responded, pulling himself up to a sitting position amongst the many soft white pillows that adorned the headboard. She leaned into him as his hands roamed her shoulders, sides, and his left hand made its way to her right breast. He palmed it gently through her nightgown. She sighed into his mouth.

"I want you again," Victoria said brazenly.

"As do I, my bird." Lord M murmured into her lips.

"Is that frank enough?"

"Mmm." was all Lord M could muster.

With that, he pulled her on top of his lap so she was straddling him. She gasped and pulled apart, realizing he was naked.

"William!" She exclaimed, feeling him pressing against her as she sat atop him.

"What?" He looked at her with a look of confusion, half humor, half concern.

"I just..." she trailed off, looking at him. "do you normally sleep naked?"

"I do not, but of course, last night was different than most of my nights... previous." Lord Melbourne answered with a wicked grin.

Victoria smiled. She wasn't sure what to do now so she let the thoughts leave her mind as she ground down upon him, feeling him, and he groaned. She watched as his breath become ragged and his chest heaved. Feeling like she was in control, she kissed him hard, moving her hand down to feel him. At the touch of him, she looked down and then back into his eyes. They were like fire, golden and green, burning brightly. A subtle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes?" He breathed.

"Yes." She said with a blue flame in her eyes that burned as his did.

Sitting up, Victoria lifted herself above him, adjusting him with her hand as she sank down on the length of him. He gasped at the sudden movement. She quickly stripped off her nightgown over her head and raked her hands down his chest crying out. She was so sure of herself, so in control of her own desire, that Lord Melbourne was shocked for a moment before he grabbed her hips and helped her move them up and down. He let out another involuntary groan. The sight of her atop him was too much.

He focused on her, grunting out, "do you feel alright?"

"Wonderful," Victoria exclaimed loudly as she moved on him, her breasts bouncing.

She paused, bending down to kiss him fully on the mouth, biting his lower lip, before pulling upright again and moving again.

His hands moved on her, pinching the raised buds of her nipples, gently stroking the sensitive spot between her legs. He moved forward, kissing her chest, her breasts, her lips. He couldn't get enough of her as she continued to move on him faster and faster until...

He seemed to roar as he came, grabbing her and pulling her in close to him as he slammed into her.

She gasped, feeling flushed with love and pride. She had made him do that!

She collapsed on top of him and they both struggled to catch their breath. She pushed her hair out of her face and smiled into the face of her husband and lover. He kissed her forehead gently, then her nose, then ever-so-sweetly upon her lips.

They pulled apart and Lord M flipped her onto her back, she laughed at the sudden and strong movement as his fingers met her core and moved gently, ever so gently. She held her breath as he stroked her.

"Breathe," he whispered in her ear as his lips went down to her breast, "it is far better if you breathe through it."

Victoria loosed a deep breath and focused on breathing and the warm sensation tingling through her body. His fingers moved faster between her thighs, then slower, then faster again as she felt like she couldn't breathe until the world around her exploded and her hips bucked up.

She struggled to catch her breath as Lord M lay down beside her kissing her shoulder, "that was so much better than the one last night."

Stroking the hair off of her face and neck, Lord M whispered, "I see it as my duty to continue making sure they get better too."

They kissed and stared into each other's eyes.

"I am so very lucky," Victoria said.

"As am I, my bird." Lord M replied.

The two of them put on their nightgowns again and Lord M's stomach rumbled loudly.

As if on cue, and like they had been waiting at the door, there was a knock and Lehzen's voice clearly said, "Your Majesty we should get you ready for your trip, you have a full day of travel ahead."

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After being bathed separately by attendants, Lord M and Victoria ate a swift breakfast in her bedchamber that was full of giggles and stolen glances, before being whisked off into the carriages with their attendants for the week away at the Isle of Wight.

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Victoria glanced out of her carriage window as they rode through the countryside, feeling the brush of Lord M's strong thigh against her dress. She couldn't believe that just one day ago her life had been so different. She could not have imagined the joy she felt in this moment. She sighed and leaned her head on Lord M's sturdy shoulder and as the carriage rattled on down the path, she fell deeply asleep.

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