Victoria tipped her head back, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as Melbourne massaged a breast with one hand and rubbed at her arm with the other hand.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me," Victoria murmured.

"I am going to make you flush between your legs," Melbourne replied breathlessly.

"Too late," Victoria laughed. Melbourne smirked.

"You'll feel swollen… throbbing…"

"Too late," Victoria said again. It was true, too. His touch on her breast, combined with the sight of his nude body, had made her wet, thoroughly aroused. He dragged a thumb over her peaked nipple, and Victoria let out a little guttural noise. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around Melbourne's manhood, stroking a few times before hearing him groan softly. She pulled her fingers around his tip, and he muttered,

"God have mercy on me."

"Why?" Victoria smiled, lowering her head and looking right at him. His eyes flashed, and he said,

"Because there is an angel here with me, and I am most undeserving."

"On the contrary, Lord M. You deserve every ounce of pleasure," Victoria said.

She leaned closer to him, and his hands instantly traveled to cradle her belly. She let him rub there for a moment, and then his arms wrapped around her. One arm laced around her shoulders, and the other went to the small of her back. Victoria, for her part, threaded her own hands behind Melbourne and dragged her fingernails lightly up and down. He shivered, and she repeated the motion until she raised her hands to his shoulders and neck and massaged. She kneaded his flesh with her fingers until Melbourne whispered,

"Mmm… that feels nice."

"Do you like when I touch you?" Victoria asked. He nodded desperately.

"More than anything."

One of Victoria's hands trailed up the side of Melbourne's head, and she rubbed at his scalp with her fingernails, scratching gently as he shut his eyes and sighed. Her other hand went back down to his cock, and she pumped him a few times. Her fingers drifted down to fondle his twin orbs whilst she rubbed at his scalp. He huffed a breath and whispered,

"You will be the death of me."

"I certainly hope not," Victoria chuckled. She dragged her fingers up and down the inside of Melbourne's thigh, and she kept rubbing at his scalp. He leaned forward and took Victoria's face in his hands, and then his lips met hers. He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, so hard that Victoria mewled. She kissed him back, pushing her tongue between his lips. He suckled on that, too, and she felt pressure hard upon her lips. The intense kiss sent a fresh flush of damp heat between her legs, and soon enough she felt a little drizzle down the inside of her thigh. She wanted him so, so badly right now. She wanted her William, her Lord M.

He moved his mouth from hers, and she tipped her head. His lips latched onto her neck, and he dragged his teeth over her skin there. Victoria gasped as his fingers tightened on her cheeks. One arm dropped from her face then and went to her back, his fingers cinching between her shoulder blades. Victoria kept stroking his cock, and suddenly he grunted and whispered against her neck,

"You'll make me finish before we begin."

"William," Victoria hummed, but she took her hand off of him. His own hand trailed down over Victoria's breast, squeezing hard, and over the round swell of her belly. She sucked in air hard as his mouth moved on her neck and his fingers reached her womanhood. She felt his forefinger and middle finger pulsing on her nub, and she realised she was already so close to finishing that this was not going to take much at all.

He slid his two fingers back and forth around her most sensitive spot. They drifted into her entrance, and Victoria shifted on her knees, whispering softly,

"You're going to make me…"

"Good," huffed Melbourne against her neck. "Good. Victoria."

For the next minute, his fingers rubbed circles on her, then pulsed again, and then finally he twisted two fingers into her ready body and worked at her with his thumb. She tossed her head back as his mouth moved to the hollow of her throat, and she said desperately,

"William!"

She was being loud, she thought. Someone might hear. But she couldn't care. Brocket Hall was their home now. If someone heard the lord and lady of the house making love, all the better.

She came hard then, her body tightening in uneven contractions around Melbourne's two fingers. He was crushing her mouth with his, all of a sudden, and she drank in the kiss as she rode out her pleasure. She frantically kissed him back as hard as she could, tongues tangling and lips being nibbled. Eventually, she came down from her high, and Melbourne ripped his mouth from hers. Victoria panted and moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her, wiping them on his thigh. That sight made Victoria shudder, and she whispered,

"I have an idea in my mind, but I don't know…"

"Tell me," he said with a little smirk. He reached to tuck Victoria's hair behind her ear and said, "Tell me what your mind has cooked up, Victoria."

"I want you to take me from behind," she said in a shaking voice. Melbourne smiled at her then and nodded.

"Mmm. That sounds… yes."

He helped Victoria arrange herself onto her hands and knees, guiding her and placing a palm on her belly protectively as she moved into position. Victoria's hair fell down around her face, so she reached with one hand and quickly swept it over one side. She felt Melbourne's fingers dragging down her back, and then he squeezed at the cheeks of her backside. He rubbed there, and Victoria had a sudden urge.

"Smack me there."

"I couldn't, Ma'am," Melbourne whispered, but he sounded like he very much wanted to. She looked at him over her shoulder and said firmly,

"Smack me there."

Melbourne's hand came down upon her backside then, and Victoria lurched forward. She wrenched her eyes shut and mumbled,

"Oh. Once more."

Melbourne smacked the same spot, then did it a third and a fourth time. Victoria moaned like a harlot then, for it felt so very good. No one had ever smacked her like that; sex with Albert had consisted of him lying atop her and swaying.

Suddenly she felt a hard, broad push at her womanhood, and she insisted to him,

"Be inside of me now, William."

Melbourne thrust in in one fluid motion, for she was so wet that he just slid in. He pushed himself to the hilt, and Victoria gasped. She choked out a little sound as he thrust a few times, and she realised she had never, ever felt this full before. Not ever. She felt comfortable like this, even with her pregnant belly, and she thought again that there were no consequences now. It was too late for consequences. She'd abdicated. They were married. She was with child. This love-making was just that. Making love.

"Harder. Please, I beg you. Harder." Victoria felt his hands cinch upon her hips, his fingers digging hard into her flesh. His hips pistoned, slapping against hers with every thrust. She felt him filling her, then retreating, over and over again. His hand suddenly smacked her backside again, and Victoria murmured in a desperate tone,

"More. Again. Harder."

"Many demands," Melbourne joked breathlessly. She smiled to herself and said,

"It'll never be enough. Not from you."

He spanked her, then again, and again. Her skin was burning where he smacked her, and then she shut her eyes and thought she must be mad for relishing his roughness. She had been Queen; she shouldn't want her husband to smack her skin. But his little smacks felt so good. His cock deep within her felt so good. And suddenly Victoria found herself on the brink again. Everything was going tight and hot. Her ears rang, and she saw spots behind her wrenched-shut eyes. She came again, more subtly this time, and she muttered,

"Oh, this feels so good."

He'd said the same thing, she knew. They both felt good. This felt good for both of them. Her own climax seemed to have sent Melbourne over his own edge, for his hips jerked rapidly and roughly and then he stilled. He bent down and kissed at Victoria's neck, whispering with breathless pants,

"You are the… most magnificent… creature."

He was finishing. She could tell by the way he was twitching inside of her, the way she felt his fluids pumping into her in jolts and spurts. He stayed within her for a long moment, until Victoria's knees and wrists ached and she finally said,

"I can't stay like this much longer."

"Sorry," Melbourne mumbled. He pulled out of her and flopped onto his back beside her, and then he helped her lie on her side facing him. She felt the baby flutter inside of her and instinctively reached for Melbourne's hand, placing it on her belly. He felt the motion; she could tell by the flash in his eyes. He smiled a little and said softly,

"I'll teach our child how to care for orchids."

Victoria smiled, her eyes welling. She nodded and told him,

"We'll take picnics. We'll teach the baby to ride out with us."

"Well. I hope we'll let the baby grow up a little before we put them on a horse," Melbourne laughed, and Victoria grinned broadly.

"Yes. A few years until that bit."

"Will you play piano for me tomorrow?" Melbourne asked suddenly, and Victoria turned up half her mouth.

"I'm not very good. People humoured me when I was Queen."

"I'd like it very much indeed if you played piano for me and then painted for me," Melbourne said. Victoria grinned broadly and nodded.

"You'll bring me flowers from your greenhouse, and I shall paint them for you."

"That sounds like a happy day, Victoria," Melbourne said. "I am looking forward to it."

Author's Note: Whew! Sorry that there wasn't too much substance to this chapter. Up next - some happy domesticity, but there's someone important who hasn't weighed in on the abdication yet.

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