Christine stared out the window of the music room, looking for peace while she watched the sun fall beneath the distant mountains. But peace would not find her for a long time to come. Everything was a complete mess. Her kingdom was set off to be delivered into hell. True, Erik had convinced enough of the men to send troops to help her falling kingdom, but to rebuild again that was going to be her hell. To watch her people struggle the first time was hard enough, to watch them again would be even harder.
She needed comfort. She needed peace. Neither of which was going to be for a while. Arms eloped the distraught queen, an act that she normally would have given her some relief but now she was unfeeling to it. Another's body heat was offered to her chilled, small frame. Christine accepted but only because she felt nothing.
"Liren will be great again." Erik reassured her, holding her close to him. "And the troops will be on the front in time."
"That must be the most positive thing you have said since we met." She commented dryly. "Everyone thinks I am a whore. They think that I fill your head with horrible ideas and thoughts, when I am only being true to myself and my country."
"You have brilliant ideas." He squeezed her a bit to hopefully give her some life back. "I am glad someone finally accepts my ideas."
"So," A chuckle came out but it had nothing to do with humor. "Your people…our people really do view me as a whore. That I sleep with the king to get him to just… give ideas, bad ideas for the country. They do not respect me."
"Well you are not sleeping with me." His shoulders shrugged and she turned to give him a look. "And the ideas are also mine. The people will learn to respect you. To them you are something new and frightening. They do not know your ways and Borswan is so steep in traditions that the people are becoming indifferent to other nations and in turn those nations are beginning to loath us."
"But they still think I am a whore."
"Christine." Erik took her shoulders in his hand and faced her. "We are husband and wife, we have a right to do whatever we wish. They cannot condemn us for being a married."
She knew he was right. Erik and her were married and if they did sleep together, or make love that would be their choice. But yet they did not do either of those things and therefore she was treated unfairly for things unknown to others. Which was none of their business in the first place. God damn it, she was married and… in love! Let them question her let them condemn her! At least she was better than most, those men having mistresses and the poor wives at home with the children, or perhaps the poor wives with the stable boy in her bed.
"Erik?"
"Yes?"
"Do men usually speak so boldly about," She cleared her throat this was a subject that she had yet to truly discover. "Sex?"
"Most men yes." He nodded. "But I prefer to stay away from speaking that way towards women. I find the act quite vulgar."
"But you partake in it."
"True." His eyes met hers. "The act itself is something that is kept between the people involved, but when men begin to bring it up as a defense or in speaking then I must resort to the crudity of it."
"Do I really make you… competent?" Christine felt her heart beat quicken as he neared her and placed a hand on her cheek.
"I only need to feel your presence," He whispered as his hand slowed its way down to her hips. Her eyes slid close as he pulled her nearer and placed his lips next to her ear. "When your hand is upon mine I know that everything will be alright, and when our lips touch it is only you I know." His other hand stork her curly locks and he backed away, looking into her eyes he said. "Your hurting for your country. But I promise you Liren will be great again and you will have something to smile for. Please believe me, I would give you anything."
"Tell me all you say is true."
"I could never give you a false note, Christine." His fingers on her waist found their way to her dress laces, making her knees weaken. He kissed her cheek slowly and whispered. "I love you."
"Show me then, what it truly means to be loved." Her eyes pleaded with his, at first shocked by the request but Erik was not a man to back down on urgent demands. He pulled her to him in an engaging and passionate kiss. She let out a surprised gasp at how passionate it really was. As she began to relax more he deepened the kiss, letting his hands become wrapped up in her hair. Christine felt his solid muscles beneath the thin layer of his shirt, glad that he took off his official coat, and moved her hands lower. Her curious fingers traveled to his waistline and she heard him suck in a breath.
Erik broke the kiss and look at her. He was wondering weather or not how far she would indeed go with this. When she undid the top button to his pants he almost dropped to the floor. And when she unfasten the other two, his head spun as she slowly slid her hand between his trousers and him. Christine's eyes widened as she felt what really makes a man. She became aware of a warming sensation in her lower abdomen and her breathing became heavier.
Her hand was coming upwards when Erik grabbed her hand and almost forced it back down and began to, in a way help her fondle him. Christine quickly caught on and nearly smiled at the pleasure on his face when she looked at him, but was focusing on keeping the pleasure too much to even think about that.
With a growl Erik pinned Christine against a wall and threw he hands over her head, kissing her with a savage sense of being. She felt the air leave her lungs as he back his the hard surface. His fingers began to quickly work the laces on the dress and hers worked his small buttons on his shirt. Flinging off the dress he glared at the corset, chemise, pantaloons and stockings. At once he attacked the corset and Christine worked his shirt off of him.
His lips went to her neck and she pulled him closer, clutching the nape of his neck. The corset became loser and Erik's mouth came upon the tops of her breasts. Finally when the hated piece of clothing came off…
"Majesty!" Someone rapped at the door and the two looked at each other in disbelief.
"Yes?" Erik out, hoarsely. Christine fell into his chest with a heavy sigh.
"The ambassador for Imquili is here for your conference."
"Thank you Madame Giry!" His eyes closed as he felt Christine's small mouth work on his neck. God she was a quick learner. "Tell him I will be there…"
"Yes, Majesty?" Madame Giry said after a while of Erik not finishing.
"Soon!" He breathed out.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The voice seemed to go away.
"Christine." Erik sighed, and when she did not stop he pulled her gently away. She had innocent look on her face, but her eyes remained slightly devilish. "I have to have this meeting."
"I understand." She looked down.
"We will continue this soon." H nodded and lifted her chin up. "Very soon."
"Erik." Her voice was small and shy, very un-Christine like. "I must admit that I… I am not experienced in that ways of… this so I… I'm…"
"There is nothing to fear." His lips touched her forehead and he embraced her. "You are everything that I could possibly want and so much more." He chuckled a bit. "You are much different when you are not in public and provoked."
"Well," She looked up at him. "I am not exactly dressed for public, besides I told you that this is not my area of expertise."
"I have a feeling that it soon will." He kissed her and quickly got fully dressed and presentable. "If this meeting could wait it would."
"Oh really?" She crossed her arms and stood menacingly in her chemise and leggings. "What is so important about it anyway?" Christine knew she sounded like a nagging wife, but at the moment she did not care. She wanted something, that she did not know that she could want this badly, and something that she could not name. But by God she wanted it now, not latter.
Erik kissed her again before walking to the door. "The troops we need are in this ambassador's country."
"Majesty." Meg approached her in her room as she was putting on her robe.
"Yes?" Christine looked at her and saw a deep concern within the depths of her eyes. "What is wrong Meg?"
"It's the princess." She sighed. "She is sick again and has been calling for you for the past hour."
"Why did you not tell me sooner?" Her mind hissed the reason but she ignored it and started to go to Cecile's room.
"I couldn't find you." Meg bit her lip as she followed. "But she was in worse shape then, so it is better now that you see her."
"What is wrong with her?" She opened the door to the room and went in. The room was dark and the smell of sickness reached her nostrils. In the middle of the great bed lay an unmoving figure. Christine kneeled besides the bed and stroked the small girl's sweaty hair.
"Just slight stomach flu." The young woman answered. "She should be better within seven days."
"If it is only a slight one, why would it take seven days?" Christine questioned. "A slight stomach flu should only take three days at the longest."
"Because as you know the princess is never really in good condition." She paused. "Her Highness was asking also for the king, would you…"
"He is in a meeting." Her voice came out in an almost whisper.
"Thank you, Majesty." Meg left.
Christine sighed and took a washcloth from the cool water on the side table. She ran the wet, icy cloth over the hot exposed skin trying to keep her temperature down. The girl's breathing was even and she seemed somewhat at peace. Her eyes caught the sight of a bowel next to the girl's bed and noticed it thankfully empty. Cecile began to cough and Christine positioned her over the bed's edge. The small girl's stomach emptied into the bowel. After she was finished she looked up and saw what she knew as her mother. She smiled and put her head back down on the pillows.
"Would you like some water?" Christine signed to her. The girl shook her head. "You should have water."
"It will make me sick again." The girl complained.
"You need only a little." She helped her drink from a glass that was sitting on the table. "There."
"Where is father?"
"In a meeting." Her eyes noted how tired and worn out the girl looked. "He should be here soon."
"He doesn't have to come." Cecile sighed. "I just wanted you."
"Do you want anything?" Christine was touched by her words and fell in love with the girl even more.
"Can you sleep with me?" She asked. "Father lays me on his chest to sleep but he is not here."
Nodding Christine climbed into the girl's bed and Cecile moved towards her so her face was lying on her chest and her arms were around her. Christine slid her own arms around the small girl and became comfortable, despite the strong smell that went throughout the room. Within minutes both had fallen asleep.
"Majesty." Madame Giry came towards Erik as he left his meeting.
"Where is Her Majesty?" He asked.
"She is in the princess's room." She answered.
"What is wrong with Cecile?" His lines in his forehead became apparent.
"She has a slight stomach flu." At once Erik was flying down the hallways to his daughter's room. A little worried about both of his women. Worried about the one that was sick and worried that the other would get sick. He arrived and was about to swing open the door, when Madame Giry stopped him.
"You must be quiet Majesty." She warned him and let him enter.
Erik smiled at what he found. He saw that both had fallen asleep with Cecile clutching Christine and Christine being the motherly type that had her arms wrapped around the girl. Silently he crept to the bed and lay down besides his daughter and placed his hand on Christine's. He watched as her eyes fluttered opened and she smiled sleepily.
"How did the meeting go?" She whispered.
"The troops are being released to Liren." He smiled. "They should be there within the next week."
"Good." Her eyes drooped. "I suppose I shall have to learn latter."
"You are doing perfectly right now." His hand squeezed hers and soon they were asleep.
I updated somewhat on time! Props for me! Anyway I hope that you guys got some EC action that you wanted and it was somwhat good. SO please review and tell me what you guys think!
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