A/N: Sorry this took so long, folks, but here you go, hope you enjoy. As stated many times before, feel free to post comments/ideas/questions in reviews, and I shall try my best to answer them ASAP. Preview for next chapter, it stars Katherine of Aragon and King Henry the 8th. :) And I own none of the Tudors or their characters only the OCs of this story~~once again, enjoy :) hope you all like it~
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`I shoved George off with a scowl then, he just wrapped an arm around the front of my chest, again, clearly inappropriate. And another arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him. His hot breaths in my ear as he chuckled as if this were amusing somehow. How dare he?!
"George Boleyn! Let me go!" I squeaked out at him, slapping at his arm around my waist due to being not able to get to his arm around my chest at the moment. He squeezed tighter as if I were a horse, treating me like some prize. I was surprised that no one heard this scene playing out within the garden.
"Or you'll do what, Marie?" He was just mocking me now, I clawed my nails into his arm and he quickly released me with a nice grunt of pain coming out of his mouth, I scurried to my feet and turned on my heel to glare down at him, he looked up innocently at me, clutching his arm slightly.
"Oh come now, George, I did not draw blood. You're that lucky." I folded my arms across my chest then bit my lower lip from laughing at him as he scowled "Keep your face like that, Boleyn, and it just might stay that way forever. We don't need Jane Parker going fussing over that."
He shuffled to his feet and stepped on beside me, his face only so many inches from mine, then he grinned wide. I thought was going to kiss me, my heart began to stutter at every other beat. Yes, George WAS my friend but…did I ever feel that way for him? I could not. Father would be quite cross with me if I did. No. Now I shall just place myself into denial about this.
He quickly pecked me on the lips then, full blown kiss that I had never ever felt in my whole life. I had never been kissed except that one time when that horrid French boy in France practically mauled me in the garden, luckily Cara had been there and wielded him off with a stick. But George…George never kissed me. Never.
It was a quick yet passionate kiss, full of lust among other things. I started to reach for him but he was too quick and brushed right past me with a laugh, he looked at me with amusement.
"I need to get back home now. See you tomorrow, Lady Marie." He told me trotting on off to wherever he was heading, apparently his home as stated. I still could feel the heat lingering on my lips, from George's kiss. My right hand slowly moved up to my mouth, my finger tips barely brushing against my lips as I stared where George had been moments before but was gone now. I licked my lips once to savor this moment forever. Then quickly moved out of the garden, heading back to the tents where I stayed with my sister and a few other girls. The Ladies in waiting perhaps.
"Where were you, Marie?" Anne asked from her place beside Cara, they were sitting on cot beds, playing with silk cloth in their hands like children. I only blushed somewhat as I made my way over to my cot. They stared at me; I could feel their eyes burning into the back of my head as I slowly took of my dress, two other ladies helping me. A while later I lay down onto my cot, it felt warm and cozy. Hiding me away from the coldness that threatened to come through the fur blanket over me. I felt weight shift onto the bed. Anne. Her hand was on my shoulder, I could still feel the pressure of it through the fur blanket I had over me.
"Where were you, Mar?" She whispered to me, making sure none of the others in the tents heard her. Cara had gone to bed also moments before. She was already asleep. Such a good girl she was. My hand that was hidden underneath the blanket clenched onto part of the fabric.
"No where special." I whispered back, she could hear my voice tremble slightly and took that as the only answer she would receive tonight so the weight, the pressure shifted off of my bed and she moved away. Probably heading to bed. It was dark in the tents now, only the moon shadowed over the tent's fabric cover.
Tonight I would sleep peacefully, with George Boleyn in my dreams. It had been a good…no…a great day.
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