Skirts upon skirts. She had so many petticoats on, which was suddenly very obnoxious. Victoria had no idea how Melbourne intended on getting to the bottom of her skirts. She stood with her back to the wall and stared up at him, murmuring,

"I'm overdressed, Lord M."

"You are, a little, Ma'am," he replied with a mischievous smirk. He put his hands to her salmon-coloured skirts and began to tug upward, balling material in his fists and shoving the fabric toward Victoria's waist. He breathed deeply through his nose, lowered his eyes, and muttered,

"Tell me to stop this."

"Do not stop this, Lord M," Victoria instructed him firmly. His eyes closed, but his hands kept pushing at her petticoats until everything was heaved up around her waist. His fingers went to her waist and shook there. He leaned forward and kissed Victoria with trembling lips, saying softly,

"Hold the skirts up, will you, Ma'am?"

She nodded, and then she gasped hard, because she watched his hand leave her waist and go between her legs. She parted them a little, and as Lord Melbourne's fingers wormed their way between the opening of her drawers, Victoria gulped. She let out a quivering breath and asked,

"Have you any notion of how badly I have wanted you, Lord M?"

He tipped his head, eyes still shut, and then nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. I've got some idea. I have… longed for you…"

"Please kiss me," Victoria begged. His lips pressed to hers then, and he held them against her mouth as his fingers pushed against her most sensitive spot. She urged his mouth open, and he gladly welcomed her tongue with a low grunt. Victoria clutched her skirts tightly and arched her back against the wall as Melbourne's fingers pulsed.

"More," she hummed onto his lips, and he nodded.

"More."

She felt herself flush wet in a way that had never happened before. There was something about his voice, something about the word more that had stricken her with desire. Victoria huffed onto Melbourne's mouth and then felt his lips move. He used his nose to nudge aside one of her pendant braids, and she gasped when she felt his mouth on the skin beneath her ear. Her eyes fluttered shut, for he moved his tongue in tandem with his fingers, and it was so much.

His forefinger and middle finger pulled and pulsed on the nub between her thighs, and his tongue lathed from her neck up to her ear. Each stroke moved in harmony, and then she felt the fingers of his other hand go to the neckline of her salmon-coloured gown. His hand delved down beneath the gown's material and shoved its way into her corset. She smacked her head back against the wall and breathed tremulously. Now his fingers toyed with a trapped nipple, and his other hand massaged her womanhood, and his mouth suckled at her neck.

Victoria wanted to grasp him. She wanted to hold onto his arms, to touch his face. But her hands were busy holding her skirts up at her waist. She moaned helplessly, and then Lord M's lips were beside her ear shushing her gently.

"Servants, Ma'am," he whispered, and Victoria gulped. She struggled mightily to stay quiet against the immense pleasure she was feeling. How could she possibly keep from making sounds when his hands were on her like they were right now?

Suddenly she realised something. This was Lord M. This was her Lord M. She'd wanted him for ages. But he'd been forbidden to her; she hadn't been allowed to have him. Now he had one hand shoved into her corset, the other hand burrowed in her drawers, his mouth latched to her neck. His fingers pushed harder, twisting into her body, his thumb rubbing circles on her nub. Victoria seethed through clenched teeth and squeezed her skirts. Lord M dragged a finger over her peaked nipple beneath her corset, and he whispered into her ear,

"I want this to feel good for you, Ma'am."

"Mmph. Lord M. It feels…"

She trailed off and moved her head until his mouth met hers. She kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and pulling at his bottom lip. She had never experienced anything like this. She wanted to tell him that Albert had never caressed her quite like this, that she'd never felt the coil of pleasure in her lower abdomen that she felt now. She wanted to kiss his neck the way she had been kissed. Instead she felt everything grow so tight, like a violin string about to snap, that she couldn't breathe. She moaned softly into the kiss, almost releasing her skirts as her knees wobbled and her chest constricted.

"Lord M!" she whispered frantically onto his lips.

"Yes," he mumbled. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh!"

She lost herself then. She was clenching, her body contracting around his fingers, quivering against his thumb. Her chest was heaving as he touched her. Her breath shook like mad. And everything exploded like cannon fire, a burst of satisfaction racing through Victoria's veins. Her cheeks went fiery hot, and it was all she could do to murmur against Melbourne's mouth,

"That is the most singularly wondrous thing I have ever felt."

"You deserve so much more than… you know, against a wall," Melbourne complained. As he slowly pulled his hands from Victoria and took a step back, he met her eyes and stared at her with a jade-coloured gaze.

"Tell me, Your Majesty, that you want what comes next."

She nodded, her determinations solidifying with every passing moment. "I want what comes next, Lord M."

He nodded. His lips parted and trembled a little, and he whispered hoarsely,

"So do I, Ma'am."

His fingers went to his breeches, and Victoria's gaze locked onto the sight of his fingers unbuttoning them. His hand reached into the breeches and yanked out his shirt, and then…

Then came his cock.

Victoria let out a soft little noise as she watched Melbourne adjust his breeches and grip his manhood. He was long, thick, and visibly throbbing, and Victoria thought to herself that his organ was significantly more impressive than Albert's was. Albert's member was much smaller, and had not seemed to possess the ache or urgency that Melbourne's did. Victoria raised her eyebrows and said softly,

"Oh, how I want you, Lord M."

"Your Majesty," he murmured, walking towards her again. He held his cock in one hand and curled his other fingers beneath Victoria's thigh. His eyes closed slowly, and he said,

"Wrap your leg about my waist, Ma'am."

She did as he commanded, wishing - not for the first time - that she was not so very small. This would be more difficult, she thought, given that she was so incredibly short and he was much taller. Suddenly she found herself with her leg curled around him, though, and she watched as Melbourne bent his knees and leaned forward. He seemed to have some idea of what to do with the height difference; despite his age, he would bend for her.

He lined his cock up with Victoria's body, and then all of a sudden his hands flew to her waist. She gasped as he heaved her upward and seethed,

"Other leg around me."

Victoria did as he bade her, and then her hands left her skirts and wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She held onto him for purchase, gripping him with her arms and legs like she would drown if she let go.

Then she felt it - the thrust, the entrance. She threw her head back as Melbourne filled her, and then he smashed her body back against the wall. She whispered desperately,

"Kiss me. Please."

He tipped his head and leaned down a little, crushing her mouth in the most intense kiss they'd yet shared. His hips rocked against her. Grinding, pushing, pulling… he kept mashing her onto the wall with every thrust, and Victoria felt like things were going tight and hot again. She compressed her arms around his shoulders and locked her ankles together at the small of his back.

"Lord M," she said when he broke for air, "Put a child on me, Lord M. Lord M, Lord… William."

He stopped thrusting then, his pale eyes flashing as his mouth dropped open. She watched his eyes well heavily in an instant, and he pushed a few more times into her as his fingers cinched on her waist.

"William," she whispered again, and he nodded. He collapsed forward then, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck and grunting madly. He thrust hard, five or six more times, and then he mumbled desperately,

"Beautiful Majesty…"

"Say it," she hissed, and then Melbourne bucked his hips and pushed himself flush against Victoria's body. "Say it," she insisted again. "Say my name."

But he just twitched inside of her and huffed a bit loudly with his lips beside her ear. She knew then that he was finishing, that he was spilling his seed inside of her, and she felt tears erupt at once. She held Melbourne's face in her hands as he slowly lowered her to the ground, and then her wrinkled skirts fell down about her. She felt fluids leaking out of her body when he pulled out, felt his seed streaking down the inside of her thigh. She shut her eyes and tipped her head back against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wondered distantly if this had done it, if this had put the child she could claim as Albert's into her womb. Then she felt his lips on her tears, felt him kiss them away, and he asked,

"Do you regret it, Ma'am?"

"Not even a little bit," she said breathlessly. She just stood there with her eyes shut for a long moment, savouring the way Melbourne had taken her, and when she opened her eyes, he'd put himself to rights. His jaw looked tight and his eyes seemed almost sad as he whispered,

"I am sorry… if I have…"

"You did as I asked of you," Victoria reminded him. "Are you truly sorry?"

He looked away and shook his head. "No, not really. I don't suppose I've ever felt anything quite as wondrous as that."

"I must go, mustn't I?" Victoria asked then. "I can't stay. Because it's already been so much, hasn't it?"

"It has," Melbourne said. He walked over to the chair where she'd set her accessories, and he held her bonnet and gloves. She strode up to him, staring into his light eyes as he brought the bonnet onto her head. He smirked just a little and informed her,

"I have managed to quite muss your hair, Ma'am. I suspect your dressers will notice."

"No, it was the bonnet," Victoria protested. "It must have loose… erm…"
They both laughed softly then, and Melbourne reached to take her hand in his. He slid her lace glove onto her fingers and tugged until it was all the way on. For some reason, it was intensely erotic to have him put her bonnet and gloves on her, Victoria thought. To have him put her back together after plundering her against a wall…

"Please say my name," she whispered, and he met her eyes and seemed sorrowful. His throat bobbed beneath his cravat.

"You know I can't do that, Ma'am."

"We just… you and I were together, just now," she reminded him, "and I should like to hear you call me by my name."

He shut his eyes and then reached to cup her jaw. He leaned down and kissed her cheek as he whispered,

"Victoria."

"William," she choked out, and when he pulled back, he shook his head.

"Thank you for coming over today, Your Majesty. Dover House is always graced when you are here."

She nodded, swiping at the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Thank you, Lord M."

"I pray that His Royal Highness improves," Melbourne said stoutly, and Victoria nodded vigorously.

"Yes. Of course. And I thank you again, Lord M, for saving me, as you have so often done."

"Well," he said, tipping his head, "I did… what I could. Toward that particular cause. But we shall have to pray about that, too."

"Then it's to the chapel with me," Victoria said, "for many reasons."

Melbourne gnawed his lip. "May I kiss you goodbye, Ma'am?"

"I should be desolate if you did not," she replied. He took her face in both his hands and bent down, pressing his lips to hers. He did it again, and then again, and finally he touched his forehead to hers and whispered,

"It would be wise, perhaps, to attempt this act several times in the next week or so. There is a sense of urgency about this."

"Come to Buckingham Palace tomorrow morning," Victoria suggested. "I have an idea."

"An idea, Ma'am?" Melbourne licked his lips and tipped his head. "What is your idea?"

"I have the power to banish everyone from my quarters," she said. "If you insist that there is a very important matter for the sovereign and her Prime Minister to discuss, we might make it into the bedchamber."

He smiled a little and scratched at his eyebrow. "I have always admired your boldness and determination, Ma'am. But if we are caught…"

"If we do not try, or if this does not work, and Albert dies, I shall have to marry someone else," Victoria reminded him. "Come to Buckingham Palace tomorrow morning."

He swallowed hard and asked, "Shall I still come for dinner tonight?"

"Yes," she said. "Come to dinner. I find I wish to have you near me a good deal during this time of unpredictability."

He curled up the sides of his mouth, bowing his head as he said, "As you command, Ma'am."

Author's Note: Whew! So they did that. And they're going to do it again. But first, Lord M will be at dinner… what could possibly go wrong?

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