A/N: You asked, I answered. I've been meaning to get this chapter done for a long ass time but I'll explain in a later note as to why it took so long.
Trigger Warning: A sexual assault takes place in this passage, but only in the italicized section. If you were attacked or are very sensitive to this sort of writing (in the sense that it triggers you), please skip the italic part of this story. Basically Robin is a little shit and Christopher is the best. I really have no idea why I don't like Robin that much, but I don't.
Additional A/N: Mature content in this chapter. A semi-detailed sex scene is in here, guys. Be forewarned for smut. My smut is absolute shit. Be forewarned of that as well.
He'd bruised her wrists when he was drunk, as he had done every time from the first to this last time. She'd tried to get away from him, every time, and this time he'd followed her instead of letting her go and laughing mockingly after his "Little Princess." When he'd pressed her against the wall her right wrist had snapped from the force of being held up, over her head and crushed into the bricks behind her. She had screamed, Maria could remember that, and he'd silenced her with his other hand.
She could remember how frighteningly inconvenient it was that her two wrists had fit in his grasp. She could remember for weeks after she hadn't sought medical help and Christopher had set her bones as best he could and taken care of her.
She could also remember the blood from Robin's skin as she viciously bit the hand that he'd used to cover her mouth. She remembered the triumph, even as he backhanded her and screamed at her with the breath of a drunkard. She could remember wondering why he had consented to marry a woman that wasn't her if he'd wanted her so much and feeling nothing but pity for the woman who would marry this De Noir brat.
She remembered hating him; loathing him.
Something had changed in him when they'd both been sent to schooling. She hadn't seen him for two years and then he'd shown up, a gambler, a drinker, and an abuser. His fiancée was a sweet maiden who she'd befriended somewhat, but not enough to not feel the white hot jealousy before he'd turned on her. He'd apparently been after another woman like this, but his naïve fiancée knew not, and Maria had no warning for when he came.
She'd thought it was a folly at first; of her's or Robin's, she knew not then, but now. Now she'd knew, it was ALL him.
She was drawn out of her reverie by a sharp smack to her face and cruel words. She tried in vain to reach her face, to use her cool hands to sate the sting of the blow, but her poor, tattered wrists only responded with pain.
He only released them when he went for her skirts. She'd screamed even louder then and out of nowhere.
Out of the darkness.
Christopher….
"Christopher!" Maria bolted up in her bed, frantic, her braided hair, which she'd not noticed before, smacking her in the side of the face. Bewildered for a moment, she took in the emptiness of the room and almost let out a wail of heartbreak at the thought that she might have dreamt him into existence and out, before strong arms wrapped around her. Maria let the breath she'd been holding escape as she turned in his arms, her legs wrapping around his as he maneuvered them back into the headboard.
"I'm here. I've got you." He'd repeated this mantra several times, she could remember it now, and he'd held her like this every time she remembered being attacked. The night that they'd met, she could recount it now with a clarity that was so startling after what felt like years of fog had taken root in her brain it was a wonder she didn't panic. Instead, she pressed herself into Christopher, his chest warming her back as she let her head loll onto his shoulder, the contentment that seemed permanent around him flooding her. She could remember more about him, after the shocking dream, and something inside her sparked. Whether it was his breath, hot against her neck as he spoke as close to her ear as possible in their current position, or the feel of his arms encasing her, his hands grasping her lightly so as not to scare her, she could not possibly be sure and it mattered little as her knees pulled together in reaction to him. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs and spreading throughout her body, each place he touched her tingling and making her want to move away, while also craving more.
This was the man that would touch her. This was the man that deserved to touch her, because she had decided thusly. This was her Christopher, as she was his Maria. No other man would do this to her with his simplest touch and she knew this, like it had etched itself in her brain over time. He was her husband, in every way, and she wanted him. She wanted nothing to do with any other, wanted to wipe away memories of the past with the memories that she would have with him. He was the wolf, the large protector of her fever dream, who scared away those who wished her harm (Robin).
Christopher seemed to be having a similar reaction, as she let her hand drop to the place where his thighs met, her hand covering him as she rolled her neck backwards more, her head brushing the pillow behind them slightly.
"Oh God…" She moaned so loud she thought she would have woken the whole house, but as Christopher's lips found hers, she was silenced and altogether fine with it. They moved, slowly, languidly, as he pulled her into his lap, his cock half-hard against her posterior. His tongue danced against hers, his left hand reaching up to caress her cheek and hold her mouth to his while the other ran down stomach, heading south to slowly rub the gathering wetness there, and she let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. She used her left hand to push against the mattress, pressing her even more firmly against him as her right hand went to his now ruffled hair, her slender digits pulling him closer by the silky soft strands.
A growl emitted from her husband, reminiscent of the beast in the valley of her dreams, and she knew then that the beast was not a beast at all, it was him. Her husband, the man who was shifting their position so that she lay against the mattress instead of on top of him and was pulling off his clothing with the haste of a man dying from deprivation of water, was the person she desired most and her mind had transformed into one of her favorite fairytale creatures. He was the Big Bad Wolf to her Red Riding Hood.
Eagerly she sat up, pulling her shift above her head, with the help of Christopher's adept hands as he pulled her lower body into his, his cock straining against his remaining nightclothes while she used this new leverage to pull the cloth over herself and toss it aside. With little care to her recent ailment she arched her back like an acrobat, slowly lowering her shoulders to the bed and pressing her wet clit against the ties of his breeches he'd forgotten to free himself from. His moan was louder than hers and she had half a mind to lean back up to silence him with her mouth, but the freedom and power she felt made her react differently, even with her entire body exposed. She rolled her hips, pressing her wetness to him again, against him with so much insistence that he had to hold her hips in place and brace himself lest he fall off the bed.
"Oh Maria…" He uttered her name like a prayer, his deep baritone rattling her to the core, and she shuttered, rolling herself against him as pressure began to build inside her. He stilled her immediately and she closed her eyes, nearly letting out a sob as his body disappeared from between her legs. In mere seconds he was back, pulling her legs up over his shoulders and her husband, her handsome, blessed husband, was pulling his lips to the center of her being and making her go wild. His tongue lapped at her entrance, drinking up every drop of sex that he elicited with his ministrations, neither of them caring if they woke up the entirety of the valley as she writhed and moaned and cried out.
"Oh God, Christopher—oh yes—my love, please, yes—oh GOD-OhgodChristopher—Yes! Yes! Christopher!" His name flew from her lips in breathy gasps, as her voice was still ragged from her ailment beforehand, and she could feel herself ready to burst as she grew louder and frantically began to move against his tongue. In response he plunged further into her, licking and sucking and teasing, until she could take no more and she called out his name one last time before she came and her orgasm overtook any rational thought. She barely registered him crawling over her, his body aligning with hers as close as possible with their height difference, so that he could bend down and take her mouth with his. His mouth tasted of her and it sent a thrill through her body, her whole body blushing lightly in a fevered need to be joined to him as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. He let out another growling moan that nearly wrecked her, his baritone reverberating through her body they were so close to each other. She let out a keening moan as his lips descended from hers, down her neck, stopping to suckle on her earlobe, before moving down to the crease where her shoulder met her neck.
A knocking on the door, which became insistent in a very small amount of time, interrupted her gasps of pleasure as her husband had moved lower, his mouth enclosing over her right breast and lavishing her nipple with attention. They ignored it, neither of them able to stop at the moment before the knocking became a terrible pounding and Christopher let out a snarl after sitting bolt upright from his position. Maria grasped at the sheets, prepared to pull them over herself, but Christopher instead pulled her to him so that she sat up against him, their chests flush against each other with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Should I get the door, my love?" He was just as breathless as she was, his chest heaving hard with restraint, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him in for another passionate kiss. The next knock had the person jiggling the door knob impatiently as well and they both separated, Maria joining in with Christopher as she also let out an angry snarl of frustration. In what little light was creeping in from the windows she could see a small, pleased smile upon his face as he held in the laughter she could see dancing in his beautiful eyes. She felt the corners of her lips lift as she was struck with a fit of giggles while he chuckled richly.
"Maria, are you alright?" She could hear Loveday from the other side of the door and knew, then, that they'd have to answer the door or her poor Aunt would run through the manor to whichever secret passage was closest and be met with a naked body the size and shape of Christopher.
"Yes Auntie, I'm fine. Give us a moment, please!" She called softly, trying her best to ignore Christopher as he began to kiss her neck softly. It was uncommonly hard and she could barely focus long enough to utter "Christopher, the door" before he stopped and helped her gather her shift.
"Us? Is…Is your husband in there with you?" Maria had just stood up to answer the door, when she heard the unmistakable "Cat's teeth!" follow Loveday's question. Maria turned to Christopher, who had just pulled his shirt over his face and arms, and covered her mouth to silence her giggles. Christopher pulled his lips thin, trying to stop himself from laughing as he also recognized who else they'd woken up, and he had to turn away from the door as Maria straightened herself and pulled it partially open.
"Yes?" She asked politely with a smile, opening the door just enough to reveal that she was completely unharmed while also hiding Christopher from their view. The last time she had seen the front of his breeches they were not only wet from her sex, but was also tented with his own juices. She preferred to keep her husband's dignity refined and so she raised her brows in impatience, hoping that Loveday at least would understand, and glanced to her Aunt specifically to try and hurry this awkward moment along. If Maria didn't know any better, she had recovered from her illness with an audacity that only her Christopher would have, something she had just recently come to remember, and the fact refreshed her even more. Gone was the simple minded girl of seventeen, no, she was a woman of society.
She could remember now.
She remembered her coming out ball, the marriage procession that her Aunt and Uncle hadn't been able to attend, but the Coeur De Noir had come to her rescue; everything. Christopher's parents had been there, at the wedding, and they were lovely people who had taken to calling Maria 'Daughter' every chance they could. They were with them on the journey to Moonacre, before this trip, and they'd been meaning to come back with them this time. Christopher's parents, her parents now, would come and just in time for her to remember everything.
She nearly laughed outright at the thought of how they'd have followed her Aunt and Uncle up the tower to stop them, how they'd have known because they'd heard it all before. She and Christopher had been caught by them a few times, but her blessed Mother-in-Law, a sweet woman named Saraid, had stopped her husband from questioning them and taken him away. Away from her troublesome son and his naughty wife, a notion she'd taken to calling them after they'd been caught in the library, making love on the desk.
"Maria, are you two quite alright?" Loveday was smiling her knowing smile and it was all Maria could do to not blush in mortification.
"Yes, we are perfectly fine." Maria responded, responding finally with her own smile as she tried to will them both away, back to their bedroom with her magic. She could barely muster it up after her and her husband's antics from earlier, but she felt it grow within her again. Loveday seemed to sense it, being also a former Moon Princess, and she nodded, whisking Benjamin away as he was cut off from the start of what would have been a lecture. Maria forced herself to silence what would have been bouts of loud, obnoxious laughter, and instead waved to their retreating forms before she felt Christopher's body from behind her. She leant backwards, into him, and his hand covered her one that was on the door, lightly pushing it forward to shut it.
"Come back to bed, my love." She turned into him, her magic spreading throughout the tower chamber that was her room to silence the world around them as he leant over her to lock the door. Their chests met again and she felt herself woozy with warmth as his arms enveloped her while her hands found purchase over his chest. His eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim light, his lips curling up at the corners of his plush lips, the cupid's bow of his top lip only accentuating his smile. She nodded leaning up on her toes to kiss him, her tongue darting out to lick the pink, plush skin of his mouth, to which he responded by opening his mouth and drawing her to him. She felt his chest rumble in a pleased purr, his erection from before rubbing against her inner thigh, and she gasped, rutting herself against him in renewed need.
"Come with me, my love." He murmured against her lips, his hands finding purchase under the curve of her buttocks, lifting her up into his arms, wrapping her thighs around his hips and pulling her as close as their returned clothes would allow. With a laughed at his actions, Maria threw her head back and closed her eyes..
"…..Maria…Maria…..Maria sweetheart, you need to take your medication." Christopher's voice echoed around her and she opened her eyes, only to be blinded by harsh white lights and the padded wall next to her. With a start, Maria jolted backwards, panicked by the sudden change in location and mortified at the fact that all she wore was a thin cotton shift. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she noted the odd black varnish that coated them and appeared to be chipping away with a morbid fascination. It was then that she saw him, through the curtain of dark hair that seemed to fall over her right eye, a man in a white coat kneeling before her with something strange in his hand. It was the same size and shape as the Charcoal tablets Mrs. Digby took for her gas, but she knew instinctively that that was not the same tablet and that she did not have chronic gas. Narrowing her eyes, Maria brushed the hair out of face, taking due note that she was blonde streaks running through it (something she would assess later), to face the man that spoke with her Christopher's voice.
With a startled cry, Maria came face to face with Christopher himself, but with shorter hair and strange dress on. In a fit of confusion and rage, Maria threw her hand forward, forcing him to fly backwards as her magic hit him. The tablet flew through the air and landed in her outstretched hand as if she'd willed it to in the first place. With one look Maria knew, with great certainty, that this IMPOSTER had tried to feed her a tablet that would suppress her magic and, with gritted teeth, Maria crushed the tablet into dust and forced herself shakily to her feet. With unsure steps Maria strode over to the body of the false Christopher, a sneer pulling itself onto her face.
"Fuck you." Were the words out of Maria's mouth before she could stop herself from such impolite speech. Looking around to see if anyone had heard a lady of her status utter such vulgarities, Maria rolled her eyes at her own primness and she quickly stepped over the imposter's body to what she assumed was her 'cell door' and opened it quietly. Glancing from side to side, she took one last look at the fallen man before her, trying to remember to differentiate him from her own Christopher and not let the small pang of regret in her chest grow before she closed the cell door behind her. With a deep breath and a gritting of her teeth, Maria locked the cell door and, with a determined scowl, made her way down the corridor, magic growing in flux around her as she stomped along the concrete prison, her blue eyes unbeknownst to her becoming swallowed by the black of her pupils…
A/N: WELL. THAT TOOK A LONG TIME.
I've not only been promoted once, but quit, then got a new and busier job with a lot more responsibility and also helped out my dad who was pretty ill for a bit and then also not having any idea where I was going with this story UNTIL NOW….well, there yah go.
I apologize for it taking so long. It's been an eventful while and I've only just gotten back into writing. So yay! Update! I'll try to keep these coming at a faster pace. Especially since this thing is so freaking short. I've got the gist of where I'm going now.