(Authors note, since everyones fluff is about Hector and Andromache's wedding night or something equally touching. I decided to write something that's more.........filth. So we all pretty much know they were somewhat young, there wasn't that big of an age difference between them. Like all married couples and unmarried peoples, they probably had a naughty in odd places and misbehaved. So with some help from my fellow Banatic, some Code Red, and a quick breeze online. Here is smut!!! Mwahahahahahahaha!!! Since this isn't a porno site, I'll keep it somewhat clean, nothing explicit, use your filthy imaginations.)

The two young women walked not so silently down the palace halls.

Andromache, the young bride of Hector, and her handmaiden, Padme. Both girls were about the same age. One was clearly royalty, from the way she held herself, to the way she was dressed in golden robes.

The other an exotic beauty, clearly the servent.

But they walked arm in arm.

Chatting amongs't themselves, as they came closer to the throne room Andromache grew more jittery. It was a mere two monthes into her marriage to Hector, but she felt more alive then she ever had. Perhaps it was her husband, or the dare her friend had talked her into. Whichever, her cheeks were bright red. Her long hair pulled up in a elabrate braid, a crown of golden leaves on her head. In no more then a golden robe she held tightly closed.

Padme smirked as they passed a minister of some sort.

He looked oddly at the young bride of Troy, but kept his scathing thought to himself. When his back was to them, Padme turned and stuck her tongue out. Andromache smacked her friend's hand and pulled her behind a statue.

"This is the Throne Room."

Padme looked at the door then asked, "He'll be in there?"

Andromache nodded.

Padme smacked her friend's bum and urged her through the door. Andromache stuck her tongue out and stepped in the room. Which was all but empty but for three men, including her husband. Whom didn't seem thrilled to be there.

Priam spoke with a man that Hector didn't favor, the two men were locked in a heated debate. While they debated Hector looked up to see his young bride, a broad smile came across his face. Andromache's heart swelled at the sight of him, her husband, he was her lover, her companion, the thought brought a smile to her face.

She made a come here gesture with her index finger. But remained in the doorway, which Padme guarded from behind.

Hector looked back to the men, whom argued as if it were their sole purpose in life. When he looked back his wife, her golden robe had fallen from her shoulders. Infact it didn't cover anything but her wrists. She stood in nothing more then what the Gods had given her. Then she pulled the robe back on and waved.

Hector stood in awe, looked over his wife with both lust and adoration. Then she had covered herself and waved.

She walked from the Throne Room adjusting her robe.

As the blood rushed from his head, to a more difficult region of his body to control. Hector took a deep breath, which did not help in the least. Just the mere sight of her drove him mad in the bedroom. Hector looked back to his father. Then quickly ran from the Throne Room, he peered down the hall to see a flash of gold.

Someone grabbed the Prince's arm, "Hector? Where are you going?"

Hector looked to the advisor, he knew the shrewd man. "I feel....faint. I'm going to go lay down, I'll be right back."

He took his arm back and ran after his wife. Making his way through the halls, running between or around people. He came around the corner to see the two women waiting. His wife wore a rather large smile. While Padme giggled without a care.

Hector ran quickly to his wife, whom was surprised and darted down the hall.

Still new to the palace she chose the closest and ran. In no more then the golden robe. Her heart raced at the thought of what he would do. While she knew he may decide to chase her, she had expected him to stay in the Throne Room. It was a pleasent surprise in her day.

Andromache ran past a couple older maids, and ducked into a small joined hall, and took a right outside of it. All the halls looked the same! She looked around as his footsteps came closer and closer.

Until Hector grabbed her from behind, she let a shriek out as she was lifted from her feet. Hector wrapped both his arms around her waist. He planted kisses from her neck to her ear as she laughed loudly.

Unable to stop the smile on her face.

"Your a tease!" He scolded, while looked down the hall for a room.

"Then put me down if your such a honorable man," Andromache challanged, her feet off the ground as he carried her down the hall. A loud shreech came from her as his hand found it's way into her robe. Andromache smacked his hand and laughed, then she pointed to a door, "That there is the bath...."

"I know what that is," Hector spat, he looked at the door almost disgusted. Until a voice from behind shouted for Hector. He quickly ran into the bath and set Andromache down. While he locked the door she looked around the empty room. Playfully she pinched his bum while he worked on the lock, unable to work it.

Hector smacked at her hand, but halfheartedly. After all her hand was up his skirt.

Andromache kissed his bare arm, she reached around his waist and unhooked his belt. Hector caught it before it fell. While he still tried to work the simple slide lock.

As soon as he put the belt down, she reached over his back and locked the door.

Hector stood and glared at her, Andromache smiled, "Take your clothes off."

"Why?" He demanded.

Andromache walked backwards to the pool, "I do not wish you too drown. Your far too much fun in the bedroom."

Hector caught the golden gown his wife threw, then watched as she walked down into the pool. For a moment he was too entranced to even move. She was stunning, and she loved him, it was more then he could want. And more then he could simply wrap his mind around. His mind wasn't functioning. He was only able to think of one thing.

Andromache watched as he quickly stripped down, till all his armor lay in a pile on a chair.

She watched her husband with eager eyes. A mischivious smile upon her innocent face. She swam further out into the pool. Watching as Hector quickly followed her in the water.

Half an hour later.....

The men in the Throne Room watched as their Crown Prince returned.

His armor appeared to be hastily assembled, his hair was soaking wet, and on his neck was a purple mark. But he wore a smile that could only come from one thing.

Priam took a second look as his son sat beside him. "Hector?"

Hector looked to his father.

"You felt faint? So you went for a swim?" Priam asked, he noticed the mark upon his sons neck. The flush in his cheeks, even his swollen lips.

Hector nodded, "A brief one."

"You didn't take you sandals off?"

Hector looked down, his sandals were soaked, and had left wet footprints. He stood, "I should go dry off."

"Sit Down," Priam growled.

Hector sat, and realized he didn't have his belt. Priam didn't notice that, instead he noticed the hand prints on the back of his sons neck, along his arm, and what appeared to be a bite mark. Though it disappeared under the chestplate.

To top it off, Hector sat very carefully. Priam realized the reasoning was there was nothing on beneath the skirt.

During the talks he leant over into Hector's ear, "Make sure you return fully dressed next time."