Quick Random Moment

*What husbands are really thinking when their wives say something hurts*

*Roland is reading when Miranda walks in*

Roland: Hey Miranda, could you help me get some of this paperwork done?

Miranda: Sure but do I have to sit down? Because I was watching Cedric do magic for two hours and now my bottom is in pain.

*Roland immediately drops his papers*

Roland: Mother WHAT?!

Isiah: What up? Isiah and Tom here.

Tom: What up?

Isiah: And welcome back to After Midnight Escapades. We've gotten some plenty good feedback on this story so we're gonna proceed with the story like always.

Tom: Just like every other story, right?

Isiah: Yes. Just like every other story, Tom.

The blue eyes he'd come to love, now seemed transparent, almost lifeless. Roland would never admit it to anyone, probably not even her, but it scared him. It scared him almost more than anything has ever scared him. It scared him almost as much as his fear of losing her. Now as he looked at her, he felt he got a taste of what it was like, which made an unsettling, ghastly shiver run down his spine.

"Hey, I have a great idea," Roland said trying to shake the thoughts that plagued his mind.

"What is it?" she asked with her eyes lit up in excitement.

"Let's waltz to the music, hmm?"

"I thought you weren't a very good dancer," she said with a seductive smile.

"I'm not, so forgive me if I step on your toes."

Despite the circumstances of her intoxication, she laughed. "I'm going to dance circles around you," she threatened.

"I'll take the chance," he replied. She smiled and let him lead her to the dance floor.

He circled his arm around the small of her back and took her hand. Roland pulled her body closer to him, noticing that they seemed to fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. Soon, they developed a rhythm and their hips started to move as they swayed around the ballroom. Their bodies, Roland noticed, were pressed tightly together, as tight as they could be. Their legs moved on their own accord and she followed his lead as their bodies moved as one along the dance floor. She looked down shyly, hiding a slight blush that tinted her cheeks. Roland looked down at her and she lifted her gaze, smiling up at him.

Drunk or not, it was moments like these with his wife, in which he found great ecstasy. Her smile and beautiful features made it nearly impossible to avert his eyes in her presence. Her long flowing brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted the gorgeous blue of her eyes. As they made their way around the ballroom, Roland could feel his heart pounding to the rhythm of love that danced between them.

Roland took her hand and spun her sound, before pulling her back into him, their bodies once again becoming one with the sway of the music. The room became a blur around him, for his one and only focus was the beautiful curviness of the woman who was pressed so tightly, so intimately to his body. And in that moment, while the world around him faded into the distance and his most cherished queen possessed the foreground of his vision, he wondered how on earth God created someone so beautiful; so imperfect yet perfect for him. He wondered how he became the richest man in his kingdom- no-the entire world, because he has this woman right here in front of him.

He took her hand and spun her around again, only this time, he dipped her just as the song ended. Gazing down at her, he saw a smile spread across her face. She reached up and gently tugged on his collar, pulling him closer to her face. He complied, never averting his gaze away from her eyes. In an instant, he was as drunk as she was, only on love. As if locked in a trance, his face descended closer to hers, and eventually, their lips met in a gentle kiss.

It was then, that his senses came back. He pulled away and stood her back up, taking her into his arms one more as the next song began to play. Once more, their legs and hips moved in sync with the music as they shared dance after dance; song after song. Roland relished the feeling of her body pressed so tightly against his. It was a joy to him; a joy as intense as pain.

When Miranda ground her hips against his, Roland gasped quietly and looked down at her. Her only reaction was an erotic smile. He felt himself blush and looked around to make sure no one was watching them. Seductive. That's the word he would use to describe her right now. She was a wild woman, and her smooth actions, combined with the alcohol he'd consumed, both excited and thrilled him. He wanted so badly to get her back for that, but he knew retaliation, was not the answer. Especially in her state, it would most definitely cause a chain reaction.

When she realized he wasn't going to reciprocate, she sighed in defeat and rested her head on his shoulder as they continued in a slow, yet intimate rhythm along the ballroom floor. Eventually, they danced the night away. The candles that once burned so bright, we're now dim, casting an almost golden haze throughout the room. All the guests went home, which had been Roland's intention to begin with. Miranda lifted her head from his shoulder and he stared at her for a moment, mesmerized by the beauty that stood before him.

Even with the candles barely aglow, and the room having a dim light, there was a gold beauty that stood in front of him. Her skin seemed almost bronze and her eyes were rivals to the blue sky. Her lips were beautiful as always, but the golden, fiery glow bathed her as the flickers of firelight danced across her skin. In that moment, something came over him, something that took control of his body. It was like his body moved on its own accord and his mind was silenced. There was no objection to his movements; his body just...moved. And what started as somewhat controlled, turned wild in a fraction of time. His lips moved on their own accord against hers with a blazing, burning, impetuous passion, equivalent to the flames around the room.

It was an intense passion they suffered from, perhaps one that was all-consuming and scarcely controlled. Roland pulled her against him as tight as he could possibly get her and traced her curves with an amorous, yet possessive gentleness. She only responded by kissing him harder. And after what seemed like never long enough, he pulled away from her. Roland saw her face keep its lustful look, but there was a hint of sadness in her tone.

"I thought you wanted to keep doing that," Miranda said.

"I do," Roland said. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "But I think we should stop while we're ahead. Let's share one more dance, and then call it a night, hmm?"

She smiled. "Okay."

Roland regained their same dancing position and the music resumed. For what Roland sincerely hoped was the last time, they started dancing around the ballroom once more. Roland knew that he had stepped on her toes multiple times throughout the night, but she just rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh, and never complained. When the song was over, she lifted her head and a yawn escaped her lips.

"I'm kind of tired," Miranda said.

Roland yawned too. "Me too," he replied. "Let's go to bed now, hmm?" he said. Masking his relief that she was finally getting tired, he noticed her eyes getting droopy.

"Will you carry me? Please?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.

Roland smiled and picked her up bridal style. "To the ends of the earth," he replied.

Miranda yawned again and rested her head on Roland's chest. "Just to our bedroom will be fine," she replied with a slur.

Despite the emptiness of the room, Roland's laugh echoed off the walls. "As you wish, my queen," Roland said.

He made sure that the walk was long and slow. Roland started humming a tune as he walked down the quiet, empty halls. When he got to their room, Miranda was already fast asleep. He had a maid turn the covers down and he set her down in bed. Just as he did so, a knock came at the door. Roland went to open it and instinctively pressed a finger to his lips before realizing who it was.

"Cedric? What on earth are you doing here at this hour?" Roland said scarcely above a whisper.

"I apologize f-for disturbing you, your m-majesty, but I t-thought y-you summoned me. B-Baileywick said you d-did."

Roland then remembered giving Baileywick that command at the ball. The king lowered his head and rubbed his tired eyes. "Yes, you're right. I did summon you. But as for the reason, it has been taken care of now."

"I see. Well, then, goodnight your majesty," Cedric said turning on his heel and heading back to his tower.

Roland sighed and looked back at Miranda, before turning and watching Cedric walk away. The he snapped his head back to Miranda again before smacking his forehead. Blazing palisades...

"Cedric," Roland called out to him quietly.

Cedric turned and started walking back in Roland's direction. "Yes?" Cedric asked when he got there.

"I actually do need you for something. Please come in."

"Oh, what I live for," Cedric said somewhat sarcastically.

Roland ignored him, already used to his snarky comments by now. He gestured to Miranda. "Can you please change her into her nightgown and remove her tiara and hair pin?" Roland asked quietly. "I just got her to sleep and I don't want to wake her up by moving her."

"O-of course y-your majesty," Cedric replied quietly.

He pulled his wand out and muttered a few words, before aiming the wand at her. He used it to change her into her nightgown and the clothes she had been wearing were now laying on the floor next to her bed. He took her tiara and hair clip out of her hair and moved them to her dressing table. He aimed his wand at the clothes and said, "Foldicus." In an instant, the dress was perfectly folded and Cedric levitated it over into Roland's hands.

"There you are, your majesty," Cedric said. "Anything else?"

"I don't suppose there's a way to remove her makeup too?" Roland slightly joked. His jaw dropped when Cedric muttered a few more words and in an instant, all her makeup was gone from her face. "Thank you so much Cedric," Roland said. "You're dismissed."

"Very well. Goodnight, your majesty."

"Goodnight, Cedric."

To be continued...

Isiah: Keep in mind, things are about to get real in chapter 3.

Tom: *giggles* Like M rated real?

Isiah: *turns to Tom* NO!

Tom: Aww.

Isiah: Just wait until chapter three comes out and you'll see, I'm telling you it'll get crazy. But with that being said, we hope you guys enjoyed chapter 2. Chapter 3 shall be up soon.

Tom: But in the meantime, please make sure you leave a nice review. No flames as always. If you haven't checked out our latest story called Cedric Returns the Favor, that's some steamy goodness right there. Check it out. As always, we love you guys. Thanks for supporting us everyday. See y'all later. Holla at your boys! Yeah!

Isiah: As always, until next time.

And now for a quick random moment

*when a girl notices you staring at them*

*Amber is taking a walk when she notices Hugo checking her out*

Amber: *annoyed* Excuse me, can I help you?

Hugo: I'm just saying I was trying to ask you out.

Amber: I saw you staring at my butt. Pervert.

Hugo: So what's your phone number?

Amber: Bye Hugo. *walks off*