A/N: Thank you for the reviews, favourites and follows for last chapter. This chapter is from a prompt that one of my readers provided. Thank you so much, Guest! :) I'd identify you better by that's all you left. ;)

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

Prompt: Sexytimes in the Open Halls of French Court

Disclaimer: Not mine. All Reign characters belong to Laurie McCarthy and Stephanie Sengupta and The CW. I'm just playing with them.

Love's Intoxication

Kenna and Bash both had a little too much to drink on a visit to the village as an escape from the castle. The long winter had brought cabin fever even for those living inside such a vast home. Dressed more plainly to avoid attracting notice, they had walked hand in hand to a new tavern that opened recently during the warm spring evening, returning only after they closed it down.

After entering by a servants entrance, Bash found couldn't keep his hands off of his wife—a touch on her shoulder here, a caress of her rump there. He was getting more brazen by the minute. The slight intoxication was bringing out a bolder side that Kenna found quite enticing. He had returned recently from one of his expeditions to find the Darkness and though they been intimate just that afternoon, he found that the walk home had reinvigorated him.

Kenna, for her part, welcomed such attentions from her husband. Normally, they kept things out of the bedroom reasonably chaste to keep up appearances, but having dressed more plainly and entered via one of the servants entrances, they found that they had attracted no one's attention and this made both of them less inhibited.

Stumbling into an unlit hallway, Bash gently pressed Kenna against the wall and leaned in for a kiss. "I want you so much," he mumbled into the kiss.

Kenna responded immediately, deepening it and pulling him down to her level. "I want you, too," she mumbled between kisses. She had been wanting this all evening, ever since he reached down and caressed her inner thigh while they chatted with another couple at the tavern who had come to celebrate her birthday. Before long, Bash was moving to kiss her jawline and Kenna leaned her head back to give him access.

Leaning his body closer, he grounded his groin against her hip, showing her just how much he wanted her. Kenna's response was to grab his behind and pull him closer. So while he continued to kiss, suck, nip at her pulse point, he started to pull her dress up inch by inch with his fingers until he could feel her bare thigh. Moving his hands up from thigh to rump, he was greatly surprised to discover that she had conveniently forgot to wear any undergarments. "You little minx," he chuckled at her throat.

"You like my little surprise for you," said Kenna in a throaty whisper by his ear.

"I do," Bash whispered back, "very much so." He then moved to kissed what little of her shoulder the dress and cloak she was wearing revealed, while he moved to finger her nub, which was already moist and throbbing at his touch.

When Bash started rubbing her nub, Kenna almost fell over the edge right there. Her nub had been so sensitive from an evening of teasing that she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from going over, so to distract him, she moved to unbuckle his belt and unfasten just enough buttons for his hardness to spring forth. Taking that as his cue, Bash picked Kenna up by her bare behind just high enough to impale her centre on him. Instinctively, Kenna wrapped her legs behind his back to gain what leverage she could and let out a small grunt. He filled and completed her so perfectly.

Their joining this time had a feel of urgency to it, partially because they were still exposed in an unlit hallway, but also because it had been building for nearly the entire evening and they both desperately wanted to feel the euphoric high. So once Bash had a good grip on his wife, he started to thrust and drive into her, using the wall to help hold her up.

Since neither wanted to attract unwanted attentions by speaking too much, Bash used the tempo of her breathing against his ear to judge how close she was. He was getting close himself, but then the warm, moist tightness of her centre always brought him right to the edge after he entered her. While Bash was driving into her, suddenly, Kenna felt herself peak and moved to bury her face on his shoulder to muffle a scream that she couldn't suppress when she went over.

Soon thereafter Bash felt her centre gripping rhythmically on him, so he moved up the pace a tad to finish. He was close, so with three or four frantic thrusts accompanied by muffled grunts, he fell over the edge and let go, shuddering while he went over, spilling into her. Leaning his head against the wall behind her and burying his face in her shoulder to ride out the high, he willed himself to stay up when all he wanted to do after such pleasurable exertions was to puddle into a pool. His legs started to feel like jelly while the intensity of it all was slowly starting to wane.

When their breaths finally became reasonably steady, Kenna unwrapped her legs from behind Bash's back and he gently lowered her to the ground. After straightening their clothes and refastening buttons and belts, Bash leaned over for a loving kiss. Pulling part, he looked at her features in the dim light and couldn't help but caress her cheek. "God, I love you."

Kenna couldn't help but smile when he said that to her. "I love you, too." She then leaned in for another loving kiss. After they pulled apart, she said, "Shall we head to bed? It will be morning soon."

"Let's," said Bash, grinning widely. Taking her hand in his, he led her out of the unlit hallway and off to their room.

A/N2: I hope that filled the prompt adequately. Sorry it's shorter than the rest but there was very little conversation in this one to avoid attracting too much attention. Thank you for reading. Please leave a review since I'll be using reviews to gauge interest. :) Any other prompts?

P.S. I started a new Kennash tumblr called Kenna and Bash Like to Bicker wherein our beloved couple bicker over short chats. You can find url by putting dots in between the next three words: Kennashbickering tumblr com :) It also has an associated twitter (by changing at to the symbol): atkennashbickerin I'd like to put one up every single day until the end of the hiatus, but need some prompts help. I hope you check it out.