The sunlight softly fell into the little hut near the vineyard. Lucrezia streched out in the pillows, finding herself in Cesare arms. A bright smile covered her face as she watched his peaceful features. All of Italy quailed with him, but now he calmy layed beside her. It was a beautiful irony and Lucrezia wouldn't wanted it any other way. Since their first night in Rome they had found some opportunities for short, even more passionated meetings. But this time was different. Lucrezia had learned of this empty place not far away from Ferrara a few months ago and the plan had been made: Cesare told his generals, he was visiting his sister in Ferrara and while Alfonso was away, Lucrezia declared, that she wanted to spend some pious time in a convent. And for her this wasn't even a lie. Loving Cesare was like a prayer, like a pious act. It was a deep bond, she could only cling to with body and soul. For some moments she lost herself in the stunning memories of the night, the feeling of Cesare inside he, his touches, kisses …
Lucrezia saw him slowly awakening and raised a bit. Cesare opened his eyes and she smiled at him.
"Good morning, my love!" She leant over to kiss him. In the next moment Lucrezia was next to him and his lips went down her body. Since she had already spent time thinking about this, there wasn't much necessary to arouse Lucrezia. She was already soggy, when his hand wandered lower. A quiet sigh came from her lips, while Cesares fingers found her most sensitive point and slowly began to move. She enjoyed the heat inside and groaned against Cesares shoulder. But before he could bring her to the climax, Lucrezia dragged him onto her and soon they were one again. His hands pressed her arms into the pillows and with breathless kisses they got faster. It was a sweet plessure to know, that there was no reason for restrain. Nobody heared the sounds of their passion and the whispered promises afterwards. Lucrezia couldn't think of any place, where she could have felt than here with Cesare. Still empathizing with the experiences they cuddled in their love nest and smiled and kissed. Words were unnecessary between them.
Later she felt the need to move and after putting her dress on, Lucrezia walked outside. The wind ruffeled her hair, while she looked over this peaceful place. She knew, that Cesare was behind her.
"Can't we stay here? I don't wat to leave this hut everagain!"
He gently wrapped his arms around her. "We mustn't. And you know this."
She shoke her head fierly. "We don't have to! Nobody would find us here!"
"Lucrezia, you don't truly want this. We both couldn't stay here. Too much is waiting for us outside."
She shivered, but more with her thoughts than with the cold. Lucrezia knew, he was right. "Why do you always have to be so reasonable?" The tone was slightly recentful.
"Because I have to, Lucrezia! I love you more than my life, but we can't leave behind the truth of our lives. We will never be together in this life."
"Then this life means nothing to me!"
Before she could react, Cesare stood infront of her, his hands on her shoulders. "Don't say that! It's not true! You have your children, Ferrara …"
Her anger had vanished. Instead a tiny tear ran down her cheek. "But what if all of this fades away infront of you?"
He closed his eyes for one moment and when he opened them, his look was full of pain.
"This can't be"
Before Lucrezia could see more of Cesares feelings, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and quickly turned away to leap onto his horse. A whispered 'I love you' was the last thing she heared, before her brother dissapeared, leaving behind a churnied Lucrezia.