Author's Note: Fauk is busy in this chapter – graphic scene.
KathDMD: You will probably need a bit of Ciroc.
So Kiss Me, And Smile For Me
It was the afternoon of the second day on Fauk's ship and Romelle had never been happier, yet sad at the same time. Yesterday, after he had dried her tears they had gone to the main salon and sipped champagne. Bandor and Elena joined them, as they nibbled on the prettily decorated finger food. They talked about the wedding, and all the other festiveness that had gone on.
Bandor had then wanted to check in with Pollux, so Fauk took him down to the communications room to do so. Elena asked Romelle if she wanted to watch a movie, so the women did that until it was time to eat. Dinner was served in the beautifully appointed dining room, complete with fine china, silver, and crystal. The food was top notch, and the wines perfectly paired for each course.
When they were done eating, the couples went back to the salon where Elena suggested playing a game. It consisted of cards that listed different things people would like to do, and each player took turns drawing four cards. They then had to rank them in order of what they thought the next person in the rotation liked. Since some of the suggestions were just so bad, it was sometimes a case of ranking what was the least objectionable. It resulted in lots of silly giggling, and a good time was had.
Elena and Bandor sat very close together on the sofa, while Fauk and Romelle sat opposite them in chairs. However, the chairs were right next to each other, and Fauk was very good at accidently brushing his leg against hers, or letting his hand playfully tap or graze her bare arms. Every touch caused tiny shivers in her, and she was reminded of the after party, where he had stroked her foot with his.
When they finished the game, she excused herself because she was tired and it was time to give Erik his final feeding for the night. Fauk insisted on escorting her, good naturedly warning Elena about behaving with Bandor while they were alone. Romelle was nervous with anticipation at what Fauk was going to do when they arrived at her room, thinking about some of the comments he'd made in the past.
Romelle was almost disappointed when he took her hand, and slowly brought it up to his lips, to kiss it softly. She could have sworn that his tongue brushed against her skin, like a butterfly's wing, but he removed his lips before she could be sure. Fauk said good night very properly, but there was no doubt from the look in his eyes that he would have liked to have said, and done, a great deal more.
The next morning she was served breakfast in bed, something that she'd never experienced before. It was so nice to lie back against the soft pillows, and smooth bedding, as she ate the beautifully presented meal. Romelle took the opportunity to watch some of the newsfeeds, to catch up on what was happening in the galaxy. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had the chance to relax like this.
Nanny brought Erik in, after Romelle was all dressed and ready to go. She took her son upstairs, to practice some walking in the main salon. Around mid-morning Fauk came in, very concerned that she was comfortable, and her room had been satisfactory. She reassured him that everything was perfect, and then he stayed spending time with her and Erik. Romelle was impressed at how well the prince handled her son, seeming to know just the right amount of rough housing to make the boy laugh. It was so nice to be with someone who obviously enjoyed her company, and thought that she was doing a good job with her son.
Lunch had been another scrumptious meal, making Romelle wonder what the kitchen was like on the ship. They were sitting around now and having coffee, while Elena talked about the arrangements for her upcoming wedding. Romelle was sad because they would be at Pollux in several hours, and she didn't want the trip to end.
"Fauk I have to say, your ship is phenomenal! Especially the observation dome! It felt like you were right out in space." Bandor had been going on about the ship, and turned to sister "Didn't you love the dome, Romelle?" She looked very puzzled, which Elena asked about. When she heard that Romelle had not seen the dome yet she was surprised.
"Brother, I can't believe you haven't taking her up there yet! I thought you gave her a tour of the ship yesterday!" Elena joshed her brother, who took it in stride. Romelle had noticed how close the brother and sister were, and how cheerful they always were too.
"I ran out of time yesterday, because of you two – I do need to keep an eye on you!" He teased the girl, who tossed her gold curls at him and stuck her tongue out. Fauk regarded the Polluxian princess as he asked "Would you like to go see it now? I certainly want to show it to you, and I think my sister wants time alone with her affianced."
"I would love to see it! If it isn't a problem?" Romelle hesitated, not wanting to force Fauk to do something he didn't want to. She had learned that lesson well from dealing with Sven all too often. The Odeon prince felt bad for her, looking at him with worry about a simple request. Mentally he ground his teeth as he pondered what he would like to do to her husband.
"It is not a problem, because I know that your brother will behave himself. Of course my sister is another issue!" Fauk stood up, and extended his hand to Romelle, ignoring Elena's fuming. For her part, the Odeon princess was rather tired of her brother.
"Oh please, as if anything would happen anyway!" Elena announced, tossing her gold curls as she went on, directing her comments to Romelle. "Last night, after my brother escorted you down stairs, the steward traipsed through three times in less than twenty minutes."
"I am glad to know that my employees are doing their job! Don't worry; six weeks from now you two will be in Dradin, having a grand old time." Fauk replied, laughing, before he indicated the direction for Romelle to go. He had wanted to take her up to the observation dome, and could have hugged Bandor for suggesting it. Fauk also knew that the couple would be too busy to come look for him and Romelle either.
Once they were outside the room, Fauk led her down the hall as he commented "Dradin is such a fun place! Have you been?" He was pretty sure that she hadn't, but wanted to confirm his thought.
"No, actually the only trips I've taken lately are to Arus." Romelle replied with a sigh, wondering what it would be like to go somewhere for no reason.
"Romy, not only do you need pleasure in your life, you need fun also!" Fauk observed, as he led her up a staircase to a landing. There was a wall with a door, but nothing else; he put his hand on the access panel to the side, and pressed some buttons. The door slid open, but she didn't notice it at first, thinking about his comment regarding fun. Romelle couldn't help but wonder what his idea of fun would be.
"You need to enter to get the whole effect." Fauk told her, stepping in and waiting for her to follow. It came to her that he could be referring to any number of things, with that remark. Romelle went to take a step but saw only open space and stopped as she looked in the small room. She felt like she was surrounded by stars, and it took her a bit to realize that the whole room, even the floor, was made of some kind of transparent material.
A long time ago she remembered her mother reading to her a story that had involved finding happiness because of a leap of faith. Seeing the sky in front of her, the stars laid out like a carpet of light, Fauk seemed to represent the bridge between where her life was, and what it could be; Romelle understood the need to take the leap of faith.
Romelle walked out slowly, to go stand next to him in the transparent room, as she looked around with awe. She reached over to touch the wall, and it was like touching the stars themselves. Fauk watched the wonder that was apparent in her eyes, as she moved closer to the wall. She felt like she was surrounded by the silver stars, and it took her a minute to realize that Fauk had come up in back of her.
She caught a whiff of the fresh smelling cologne, as his body came into contact with hers. Romelle almost gasped when his hands came to rest on her waist, slowly caressing her sides. He continued the sensuous movements, and she felt her body melting into his, as his lips were next to her ear.
"So we need to talk about some fun and pleasure for you, Romy." Fauk whispered against her ear, feeling her defenses slipping as she snuggled against him. "When was the last time a man held and caressed you?" His lips were feather soft against her ear and his breath warm as he asked his question.
His lips moved from her ear down to her neck, softly kissing the tender skin, as she sighed with pleasure. Romelle couldn't even remember the last time Sven had held her, but it hadn't been anything like this. His lips and tongue traced a pattern on the side of her neck, as Fauk made it a point to go very slowly and let her delight in the feelings he knew he was awakening in her body.
Fauk liked how soft and warm she was, so totally responsive against him. Romelle was hungry for love and attention, rather like a plant that had been neglected for too long. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, especially her full breasts and lush curves. Motherhood had filled out her figure, and she was just stunning he thought, as he let his hands explore more of her body.
"You haven't answered my question; when was the last time you were held and caressed?" Fauk queried in a gentle voice, as he rubbed his face against her soft hair. Romelle was having hard time thinking about anything but how wonderful it felt to have him hold her. Sven had never been into cuddling, and only hugged her if he wanted to have sex with her.
"Way too long." She answered simply, not wanting to lie to this incredible man. Romelle was tired of pretending that everything was fine, and being the perfect princess that her royal house wanted from her. She had sacrificed her happiness for too long, with nothing in return, while waiting for Sven to change, or get well.
"Oh Romy, I rather suspected as much. We need to cure that, now don't we?" Fauk's hands explored her waist, hips, and thighs, awakening longings she had not experienced in a long time. He had a hand across her stomach, while his other one had reached down to lightly stroke one of her inner thighs. The fingers just missed brushing against her femaleness by a hair's breath, making her pant with desire. Her core was hot, and she felt moisture on her underwear, letting her know that her body was ready for a great deal more. She had never ever been aroused this fast by the only other man she'd been with.
"You are already quivering with desire, and I've hardly done anything at all." Fauk murmured into her ear, before his tongue started tracing the inside. He was delighted with how fast her body responsed to his very tame attentions. She would be an animal in bed, he sure, with the right approach, which he knew how to do.
Romelle was all set to say something when Fauk moved his hands to her full breasts, cupping them as he lightly massaged them. Instead of words all she could manage was a moan, which became louder when his fingertips played with her hardening nipples. By now he was completely supporting her weight, as she leaned back against him. Her eyes had been closed but now she opened them to look up at the rooftop of stars above her.
"Don't stop!" She whimpered, as he removed his hands from her breasts, and was surprised to hear him give a low laugh, saying "Romy, I am only just beginning with you. You are like a ripe, luscious peach and I want to taste every bit of you."
Fauk turned her around so she was facing him, and then tilted his head slightly, as he smiled at her. Romelle noticed, just before he kissed her, that his eyes smiled too. His lips were then on hers, and as his tongue entered her mouth she felt a flash of electricity hit her body. She pressed tighter against him, as their tongues did a sinuous dance in her mouth. The sensations he was causing were like nothing she had ever known before.
Fauk's one hand was still on her back, but his other one was cradling her head, as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She was letting her hands glide over the smooth fabric of his shirt, as she felt his strong muscles. Romelle had no idea how long the kiss went on for, as she lost herself in him completely. His shaft was like a steel rod against her groin, and she raised her hips to allow him more access. Fauk thrust hard in response, making her feel a primal hunger that drove any thought but him from her mind.
She was trembling, both from desire and need, as pressed herself against him, her hips moving with a will of their own. Fauk's manhood was up against her femaleness, as the arcs of pleasure shot through her core in time to his movements. Romelle was sure that her heart was going to burst, and she threw her head back as her body felt like a bolt of lightning hit it.
"Faukkkkk." Romelle started to scream his name, and he covered her mouth with hers, as she rode out the wave of pleasure. When it was over with, she sagged against him, totally spent. She had never climaxed like that before, and Fauk hadn't even been insider her. He held her gently, as she nestled into his neck, catching her breath.
"I think you liked that, Romy!" Fauk proclaimed, going on "When you come to Odeos for the wedding, I am going to lay you on my bed, and kiss every inch of your body. You are so beautiful, and I want to see you naked, your skin flushed with passion and desire. When we make love you will be able to scream as loud as you want, and I promise that when I'm done you won't be able to walk. I wish I could take you to my bedroom right now, but there is no privacy on the ship."
The mention of his bedroom, and privacy, made her realize what she had just done with him. Romelle started to draw back as her eyes flew open wide, but he held her tight against. "Shh, we safe in here, Romy. Let me hold you a little longer, please?" Fauk asked gently, his blue eyes pleading as he looked at her. She was blown away at how he was with her, wildly passionate, and then so kind and gentle.
"What we just did, Fauk, I have never." Romelle snuggled with him, enjoying the feeling of being cherished. She was sure that he wouldn't just have sex, and then roll over to his side of the bed, because he didn't like being crowded.
She heard him laugh softly as he replied "I had no doubt of that! I am looking forward to showing you proper foreplay, which only makes sex better!" Fauk had suspected that there was fire and passion in her, and he now had a taste of what she had to offer. Thinking about how she screamed with pleasure just feeling his cock against her, he was having a good time imaging what she was going to do when he was actually thrusting inside her.
It dawned on Romelle, as he was holding her that his manhood was still rock hard against her. She raised her head and asked "Fauk, you're still, you haven't. Can I do something for you?" The words were stammered and hesitant, not sure if she would even know what to do, other than maybe touch his shaft. Her experience was not that much, she decided, and felt sorry that she couldn't do something for him.
"No, my dear. This little interlude is about you, and what you need. Don't worry Romy; there will be plenty of time for you to explore all of my body." Fauk replied gently, "Just stay next to me a little longer." She was almost moved to tears at how kind and generous he was, as she laid her head back on his chest, listening to his beating heart. Romelle had not felt as secure as she did right now, in a very long time.
"Fauk, I hate to leave, but we have probably been gone too long!" Romelle didn't like saying it, wanting to stay as close to him as possible. However, they couldn't stay here forever, and that made her think of the time. "Fauk, how long have we been in here for?"
He laughed pleasantly "Romy, did I make you lose track of time? Are you sorry?" Fauk was all set to kiss her again, and his lips had just barely brushed hers, when he pulled back. Her lips were already softly parted, with her breath coming quick, letting him know that she had been ready for his kiss. He knew that she was also ready for a great deal more.
"We have probably been here for longer than wise, but it was so worth it, Romy." His voice was low, "When you come to Odeos, I promise you fun and pleasure." Fauk removed his arms, and went to open the door.
"Don't you think the stars are amazing, Romy? Each represents infinite possibilities, and serves as bearers of hope." He commented gently, which made her smile.
"Fauk, for the first time in a long time, I feel hopeful. Thank you." Romelle was trying to steady her legs, so she could walk out of the room. She felt so alive in her body, the sensations he had awakened still coursing through her. Romelle wished it wasn't six weeks until she could be with him again, and let him do everything he wanted. Fauk gave her a secret smile, lightly putting his hand on her back to steady her as they walked out of the room.
The Odeon prince was feeling something besides hopeful, as they left the room. Fauk had almost been glad when Romelle said they needed to get back. Holding her had been like nothing he had ever experienced before, and it shook him badly. He prided himself on his sexual prowess, and self-control of his desires. In all his other encounters he had never let his personal urges overtake him, until he was ready for release.
Being with Romy though, as she had welcomed his thrusts, had pushed him almost to the edge. It had taken more will than he had ever had to exercise before, not to climax along with her. When she had offered what she had, Fauk knew he had to turn it down. Her touch on his manhood would have too much, and he would have come as quickly as a teenage boy having his first encounter. Fauk was shaken by the need that had coursed through his body. He now pondered if he had taken on more than he had thought, with the Polluxian princess.