A/N: So sorry it's been so very long since the last update. Work has been crazy busy and I was only able to put this out because I'm on vacation this week, so I took advantage. :) This adventure is brought to you by a prompt from guest.

Prompt: Jealousy induced Kennash sex! (Guest)

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

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

Jealousy and Gossip

Three hours later, Kenna was sitting at her vanity undressing and still fuming over the fact that she had been left on the dance floor once again by yet another petty squabble amongst the nobility. This time it had been the pretty daughter of a nobleman who had batted her eyelashes at Bash and off he had gone. She could still hear the snickering of some who were watching from the sidelines. To be left on the dance floor a second time in two months must be humiliating ... Even the old king's bastard is leaving her ... I've heard that the bastard stays away longer than he's here. She must not be able to satisfy him. Kenna wished that she had the rank to walk over and make those hags eat their words, but instead she had put on her mask of indifference and had made her way to Greer and Lola, and it was still gnawing at her. She had left when the crowds had started to thin, when it had been obvious that even if Bash had returned, the party would have been effectively over.

Bash finally entered their chambers just past midnight and took off his heavy sword. Placing it in his desk, he asked, "I hope you had a splendid time after I left." He then walked over to her vanity where she was still sitting and kissed her on the head. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to return before it was over."

"What did Lady Serena want?" asked Kenna looking at him through the mirror, careful to keep her tone neutral.

"Her invalid father had sent her to plead his case about his neighbour who had offered to buy his land several months ago," said Bash taking his jacket off. "Because her father had rejected the offer, a number of things have happened such as cattle going missing, bloody entrails left hanging at the front door, workers not showing up for work and the local constabulary won't do anything. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to go investigate."

"Again?" asked Kenna, unable to keep her calm demeanor any longer. "And what kept you away from the remainder of the party? Surely it doesn't take three hours to obtain that information?" There was an edge to the words that she couldn't keep out of her voice.

"She was distraught," said an oblivious Bash, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I had to comfort her."

Kenna flinched and turned around quickly. "I didn't realize when I begged you to take the job that part of the King's deputy's duties included comforting pretty nobleman's daughters?"

He sighed. "It's not, but she started crying an—"

"And you had to comfort her," said Kenna, looking up at him with a hurt expression. "And where are you when I need comfort? Oh that's right, out dealing with petty squabbles or religious wars or crazed pagans."

"That's not always true," said Bash carefully, sitting on the bed near her. He took her hand and his eyes edged with concern looked right at her.

She had been ready for a fight but when met with concern, she wasn't ready. Why must he always look right through me? She blinked away tears that threatened to spill out.

When her eyes softened, he easily pulled her onto his lap. "I'm here now and I don't have to leave until the following day, so what do you say if we were to spend tomorrow together doing whatever you want?"

"But they are saying that you stay away more than you're home and that I can't satisfy you," said Kenna with a sob.

"What?" asked Bash, desperately trying to keep pace. "Who said that?"

"Some people who were watching the dance you left," said Kenna, sniffling. "They say that you're always leaving me and that's because I can't satisfy you."

"I think by the virtue of the fact that we've nearly cracked the bed in two on multiple occasions should be a clear indication that the rumours and gossip are untrue."

"But that's the second time you've gone off mid-dance to attend to something in two months," said Kenna, wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand. "And Lady Serena is so very pretty."

Bash closed his eyes to sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are beautiful before you will believe it? How many times do we have to nearly crack the bed before you will understand that you satisfy me in every way? How many times do I have to tell you I love you before you feel it in your heart?" He then leaned in to kiss her tears away. "I love you so much, Kenna. You've exceeded all my expectations from my wife. You have nothing to worry about."

When Bash leaned in again to kiss her cheek, Kenna moved to capture his mouth with hers. She poured all her love for him in it. Then one kiss lead to another and in between hurried kisses, Kenna asked, "Love me?"

He stopped and looked at her. "If that's what you want?"

She quickly nodded before she pulled him into a kiss again. It quickly turned sensual since Kenna wanted to prove to herself again that she could satisfy her husband and at the same time bring comfort to herself.

They kissed for some time before Kenna's hands wandered to the buttons on his shirt. Since she had already changed into her nightgown, Bash was able to cup her breasts with his hand through the thin material while he moved to kiss her jaw and trailed down to her pulsepoint and sucked.

"Oh, yes!" Kenna breathed heavily, while she continued to work off the buttons one by one.

When enough buttons had been undone, they pulled apart long enough for him to take off his shirt and her to pull off her nightgown, both hastily discarded. When they came together again, she was straddling him and he was lying on the bed from where he sat earlier.

With his wife towering above him, Bash reached up to cup her bare breast with one hand and pulled her to him with the other. Their lips met and everything else melded into the background. After some kissing, he then rolled them until he was on top. His trousers had become rather restrictive and he still needed to take off his boots. When he reached for his belt buckle, Kenna made quick work of it and soon both his trousers and his undergarments were by his knees, held up only by the boots that were still on his feet. While she admired his length and scurried under the covers, he quickly toed his boots off, removed his socks and joined her there.

Edging closer to her, he captured her lips with his and ran his length along her hip and his hands down her sides sending shivers down her spine. When he reached her undergarments, he tugged at them and with her help, he quickly and determinedly divested her of them.

Now that they were both naked under the covers, Bash moved to hover over her and kissed her neck and then her breast bone before reaching the breasts themselves. He took one in his mouth and suckled until the nipple was erect and he could hear her moan.

Kenna meanwhile ran her hands down his back while he worshipped her. They had been here many times before and he knew what she liked. When he moved to suckled her breasts, her hands started to massage his scalp. She couldn't help but let a moan escape while he sucked and delicious sensations moved toward her groin. When he moved to the other breast, she couldn't help but sigh in contentment.

After paying some considerable attention to her breasts, he moved further down with kisses until he reached her core and he could still smell the soap they used to bathe prior to the party. Too dark to see much, he used his tongue to find her nub and her slick folds and he knew he hit the right spots when he heard her gasp. "More, please!" Knowing that his tongue wasn't enough, he stuck a finger, palm up, and then two into her centre and flicked the spot in a come hither motion. "Oh, yes!"

The sensations Bash elicited with his tongue were delicious and she enjoyed them when they cascaded through her, but when he stuck his fingers into her, she knew that he was taking it to the next level. "Oh God, yes! More! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She loved it when he did this and while she knew it was coming, she was never prepared for how good it would feel. "Faster! Oh, yes! Faster!" First, one hand moved from his head to the sheets beside her to grasp them tightly, desperately try to keep from bucking while he flicked the spot again and again. Meanwhile, he continued to suck and his tongue continued to lick her swollen nub. "That's it! Like that! More!" She could feel her build up climb with every flick and every lick. Soon she was writhing and with one final flick, she called out his name and sat up from the jolt of the high.

She was still shaking from the intensity of it all when Bash came up to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips. When he gently lowered her back onto the pillow, she reached down to stroke his length which had softened a little to tend to her pleasure. She knew what she was doing was working when she heard him suck in his breath and then groan. "That feels so good!" Reaching further back, she could feel his taut orbs. He was getting close to being ready.

A few more hand strokes and Bash moved to nudge her core with his length. "I need to be inside you!" Quickly aligning him to her moist centre, he pushed in and filled her so completely and so perfectly.

"Don't move!" Bash desperately willed himself to maintain control.

Wrapping her legs around his back, she pulled herself closer to him ensuring that she took him fully, while she watched him shivering, struggling to adjust. "You can do it."

After a few moments, he took control once more and began to move within her. Starting slowly, he built a rhythm and she moved her hips in a counterpoint to him to generate more friction. Before long, a hitch developed in Kenna's breathing as she drew near. "Oh yes! Faster! Yes!" Meanwhile Bash could sense the blood pulsing through his veins while his body readies itself for the ultimate pleasure. Pushing ahead, he brought the rhythm up a notch and the bed started to shake with every thrust. Pulling up a bit, he watched his wife's face transform just as she peaked and shouted his name. The look of her ecstasy dancing about her visage caused his actions and the strong pulsing of her centre, brought him over the edge with her and with one last thrust, the bed fell off its pillars, he let go and spilt into her, panting from the exertion. "Oh God, Kenna!" Waves of pleasure cascaded through him.

Collapsing after his high, he quickly rolled his wife with him so that they could remain joined while they recovered their breaths. "That was inspired." Caressing her face with his free hand, he added, "Don't ever think that you can't satisfy me or that I don't love you. I only leave you because my position dictates that I enforce the laws of the land."

She smiled at him believing at least for the moment that she was a good wife who satisfied her husband thoroughly and that he loved her without reserve. "I love you, too."

He then leaned forward to kiss her on her brow before their exertions brought on sleep while still entwined together.

A/N2: I hope that filled the prompt adequately. Thank you for reading. Please leave a review since I'll be using reviews to gauge interest. :) Any other prompts?