Bea and Oscar 5


While she was in the shower, Bea was second guessing herself once more. She was still worrying about Alex and June's reaction. While they might be angry and hurt, or pissed off at her, she felt as if she couldn't deny her attraction to Oscar any longer.

Bea had always had a thing for older men. She liked to blame losing her father at such a young age, but she'd always been into older men. When had been a young pre-teen girl, her first crush had been on Rob Lowe. She had been twelve at the time and he had been thirty.

When she was fifteen, she'd crushed on Joey McIntyre from New Kids on the Block.

That crush had been short-lived because when she was sixteen, she had accompanied Arthur to Ireland, where he was working on a small indie film, and he had introduced her to his co-star who was none other than Pierce Brosnan. From the moment they'd met, Bea had been head over heels in love with him. He was the same age as her father.

But at seventeen, she'd met Michael. Michael was a university friend of Pip's and she'd been smitten with him. Philip had never worked it out, but Michael had always been kind and courteous when he was visiting the Fox family home and saw Beatrice. Michael hadn't been stupid; he'd known his friend Philip's sister liked him. He was an experienced man of twenty.

While Michael attended university, he had been writing letters to Bea and in return, had been sending him letters. She was eighteen, when Pip and Michael finished university at St. Andrew's. Philip had gone into the military and Michael had begun studying economics at a university nearby. He'd began showing a romantic interest in Bea.

Catherine had been cautiously optimistic about the budding relationship. Arthur had been hesitant but kept quiet. He did not want to be that father, the one who forbade his daughter from dating a boy. Michael came from noble blood, perfectly acceptable in the eyes of the Crown and the Queen. Henry had been indifferent. Not that he was home, away at Eton. Philip had warned Bea off Michael and after talking to their father, so had Arthur. But Bea's opinion was unchanged and after only two months of dating, he'd talked her into bed and then promptly ghosted her.

Naturally, after an insurmountable amount of time, heartbreak and tears, Bea put herself back out there again. She met Simon at a party she had accompanied her father to. It was a BAFTA awards after party and Simon had been nominated for an award but hadn't won. That didn't stop a nineteen-year-old Bea and that night, after a thorough NDA had been signed, Bea accompanied the thirty twenty-six-year-old home.

Bea and Simon became an item and once again, Philip didn't like it. But Arthur was surprisingly supportive of the relationship, as was Catherine. In a bold, and unprecedented move, Henry told Bea he couldn't support the relationship and sided with Philip. Henry was quick to add that he still loved her, but he didn't think that Simon loved Bea. Henry was right because four months into their relationship, Bea showed up to his house at the appointed time and found him in bed with his personal assistant.

Bea stuck in heartbreak, swore off men altogether. She claimed they were nothing but trouble. After a while, she still went out with friends and would even go home with the odd man, provided he signed the NDA. When Arthur's diagnosis came in, she seemed to recover from the shock first. She picked up her partying lifestyle and unbeknown to her family, tried cocaine and had gotten hooked. While high, she was sleeping with any man that wanted her. Her PPO couldn't carry enough NDAs, not that any of her partners were any more sober than she ever was.

It wasn't until after Arthur passed, the failed rehab attempt, and Henry coming out, pleading for her help, that she went back to rehab. Once in rehab, she swore off men again. She requested that she have a doctor's appointment, remembering some of the questionable things she had done while high. Hearing the other girls speak about what men had done to them, had scared her further and she had requested a full health examination, medical test, sexual health screen and contraception that couldn't be messed with. She did not want anyone to know she was on anything, as it was against royal protocols and the advice of the Royal Family's physician.

After getting a clean bill of health and fitted with the Implanon rod in her arm, she was determined to stay true to her word. She steered clear of men, even going as far as to tell people she wasn't that way inclined.

She'd been sober for three years when she met Darren. Darren was an ex pro football player and he had just come out of a messy divorce with some former childhood starlet. He was eight years older than her. After knowing him for two years, as acquaintances through mutual friends, they began dating. He had been the first man that she had let get close to her, emotionally, since Arthur's death. A move strongly encouraged by her friends, her therapist and her sponsor. In the beginning, it was sweet. He was sweet. He was kind and caring. He told her he understood her feelings around alcohol and drugs. He respected that. He didn't drink in front of her. He wanted them to take their time and not rush into things.

However, as they began getting serious between them, he began to change. Little things at first, before graduating up to the bigger things. Three cities before Denver, they'd been in Phoenix, and he'd been so inebriated that he'd been unable to hold himself upright and he'd tried to force her to drink alcohol against her will.

She should have left then. But she didn't. In Salt Lake City, he'd been really out of it after partying with some groupies and he'd demanded to know why she'd taken so long to sign autographs after the show. When she'd told him she wanted to thank her fans, he'd raised a fist at her. She'd backed off and locked herself in the bathroom, calling her PPO for assistance. He had been escorted from their room and come back sober, hungover and apologetic the following morning. He'd promised he'd be better and do better.

In Cheyenne, Wyoming, he had been perfectly behaved. A little irritated and snippy but behaved. She couldn't fault him for being irritated though. Admittedly, she was too. They've been on the road for weeks already and had another six weeks to go. In the six weeks to go, they'd be making their way from Denver to Alburquerque. From there to Dallas and into Austin afterwards. From Austin to New Orleans and onto Nashville and Atlanta. To Charlotte and Richmond, to Washington DC and Baltimore. To Philadelphia and finally finishing in Manhattan.

Henry and Alex were planning to fly in for the Austin show, while the rest of her band continued on, she would be spending an extra day and a half later. Flying into New Orleans the day of their concert there. Alex had promised to show her around his hometown and Henry had insisted she must try Franklin Barbecue with them. That it will change her life. She always smirked, then shuddered to herself at the thought of that. Messages in the Super six group seemed to indicate that it was more of a religious experience for Henry because Alex had licked the sauce off Henry. That allegedly was the reason why Henry had a likened the experience to life changing. At least according to Pez, who said he had sat through a twenty-five-minute soliloquy of Henry detailing his experience with the sauce and Alex's tongue in the backseat of Alex's jeep in the parking lot.

Of course, this US tour had already changed her life. Well, not exactly the tour per set. Oscar. Oscar's intervention and rescue had given her the strength to end things with Darren.

Of course, Oscar's rescue and intervention had just given her a new set of dilemmas.

Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off and slipped into her lacy boyshorts. She threw an old Oxford tee on that was threadbare. In another universe, it may have even belonged to Henry, and she'd claimed it for herself. Stepping into her oversized satin pyjama shorts, that sat loose on her hips was a task in itself. She'd remained under the hot water for a tad longer than she'd planned. With her face all scrubbed, her skin pink and fresh, her golden auburn hair glittering in low light of the bathroom, she gently padded out and into her bedroom. She put her toiletries away in her case, tomorrow she had to fly out to her next destination.

After sorting out her suitcase, and packing everything away, except for the clothing she was planning to wear tomorrow for her flight, she sat down on the edge of her bed, exhausted. She thought that she'll just sit here for a moment, gathering her courage before going out to face Oscar. That was her last thought of the evening as she let herself drift off into slumberland.


Oscar checked his work emails and began reading up on the latest bill that was going to be introduced into the senate on Tuesday, while he waited for Bea to shower. He was a good third of the way of through the bill when he looked up and realised it had been more than an hour since he'd heard the shower stop. Saving his progress on his tablet, he locked it and gently padded over to the bedroom where Bea had been staying.

He debated whether he should knock or speak to her through the door. Knocking gently and calling out quietly, he received no answer. Giving the handle a twist, he was relieved to hear the latch open. "Bea, CariƱa?"

Opening the door, he smiled to himself. There was Bea, sound asleep at the foot of the bed, looking so peaceful in her oversized tee and satin shorts, and fluffy pink bed socks on. Heading to the bed head, he pulled back the covers and toned down the pile of pillows. He then scooped her into his arms, Bea's slumbering form weighing nothing at all and held her close to his body as he gently placed her in bed. The scent of Pure Seduction assaulted his senses. Oscar recognised the scent as the fragrance mist by Victoria's Secret. It has a fruity and floral scent with notes of red plum, freesia, vanilla, and musk in it. His PA wears it, and she'd requested a bottle for her birthday, when he'd asked her what she would like. It smells so much better on Bea, than it does on his PA, Sally and his body reacts accordingly. Wanting to exit the room, without his libido causing a scandal, he covers her with the duvet and tucks some stray strands of hair behind her ear. Before leaving and closing the door over.

Noticing the time, he decides he has done enough work for the night and closes up. He wanted to be awake early enough to say goodbye to Bea, in the morning. As he washes his face and strips off for bed, he reflects on the night that was.

It was probably for the best that Bea and Oscar never took their relationship any further. He knew that Bea had been worried about Alex and June's reaction if they had ever found out and honestly, he was a little worried about their reaction too. But mostly, he was worried about Henry's. Henry might be the younger brother, but he was fiercely protective over her sister. He had listened to Alex rant two months ago after Bea and Henry had gotten into a silly fight because Henry had been, in Bea's words, too overprotective. But the fool that his son had been at the time, he had somehow managed to incur the wrath of both Henry and Bea, by agreeing with Henry's character assessment of her boyfriend Darren.

Oscar knew that in the beginning, Henry and Alex had liked Darren. But something had obviously made them change their opinion of the man and it had been drastic enough that they had taken their concerns to Bea. Only for her to shut them down completely and flip out at them both. Ironically, he recalled Alex saying that Philip had shared his concerns with henry and Alex too and Bea had accused the three of them for conspiring against her, before accusing Henry and Alex of trying to get into Philip's good books by doing his dirty work for him.

Ironically, after all of that and everything that had gone down between Bea and Darren, Oscar wondered if Bea knew she owed all three of them an apology.


In the morning, Bea woke to her alarm and wondered how she had managed to make her way under the covers, remembering that she had fallen asleep at the foot of the bed. She had an early flight out of Denver. After a text from her royal PPO, making sure she was awake, she managed to get ready to face her day, quickly and quietly, not wanting to wake Oscar.

But no such luck, when Bea brought her bags and guitar out into the sitting room, Oscar was returning to their room with two large takeaway coffees in hand. "Good morning."

She greeted him in reply and as he handed her a cup, their fingers brushed. Thanking him, she smiled coyly, toasting him silently with her paper cup full of liquid life. The coffee, she was surprised was made to her usual order. "What time do you check out today?"

"Raf and I have a media interview scheduled at ten and I will be on a 2pm flight to DC. Congress is back in session." Oscar replied with a sigh. She reached out and patted the sofa beside her where she'd taken a seat to enjoy her morning coffee. She knew she had a little bit of time up her sleeve this morning because she'd deliberately allowed herself extra time, so she wasn't rushing, which despite careful and meticulous planning, she always seemed to do.

Oscar took a seat beside her, and they enjoyed their coffees in a companionable silence. When they'd finished their coffees, Bea looked at him softly, given him a wan smile. "I'd love to take you out for dinner when I get to DC, just to say thanks for the rescue."

"No thanks are necessary, the pleasure was all mine." Oscar murmured in replay, standing as she stood. It was time for Bea to start gathering her things and making her way downstairs. "But I'd be amenable to dinner. How about I cook us dinner for us, instead? I have an apartment I stay in when I am in DC for work."

"Sounds lovely, you have my number, shoot me a message." She smiled coyly once more, and her royal PPO knocked on the door. Oscar let him and he loaded up the luggage trolley with her belongings, before telling her he'd back to escort her out to her waiting car. With her PPO and her luggage gone, Oscar closed the suite door over, not snipping it, as he took her by the wrist. "Thank you, truly." She tried once more, but he cut her off.

"No." Oscar shook his head as he let his fingers delicately caress the soft and sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. "Travel safely, please." He whispered to her, as he leaned into her ear, as he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Pulling away, she gave him a tight grin, preparing to open the door. She turned and looked into those soulful dark brown eyes. She hazarded a glance towards lips; they looked inviting to her. "Fuck it." She whispered hastily and launched herself at him.

Pressing her lips to his with ease. Under her sudden and unexpected onslaught, he immediately opened up and kissed her back, holding her close to him. Savoring the moment with her inside his proximity. Her hands finding purchase on his hips, pulling her closer to him, while his hands found their way to her hips, travelling up her back, into her loose golden auburn locks and resting to cup her cheeks softly. Their bodies rutting together. Breaking apart, their breaths mingling, Bea kissed him once more, this time Oscar took control, hoisting her into his arms, holding her from underneath her backside. Bea's body straddling his, he turned her to rest against the now closed suite door. Bea opened her mouth slightly into the kiss and moaned as Oscar's tongue grazed hers. Oscar moaned at the contact, and she pressed herself closer to him in an effort to get closer to him. The sounds of their moans muffled into kiss and their lips smacking together, filled the sitting room as Bea moved against him wantonly. She could feel Oscar's length against her inner thigh, through their respective clothing.

A knock at the door startled the couple and they broke apart. "Your Highness?" Her royal PPO's voice broke through, as they broke off the kiss. "The car is ready for you.

Reluctantly Oscar lowered her to the floor, as Bea untangled her legs from where they had been wrapped around his waist. Holding her close, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers. "I'll call you." He promised with another kiss, this time with a feather like press of his lips. "I promise."

She pulled back from him and straightened her clothing out, the best she could. She could feel her face flushed and her lips swollen from the intensity of the kisses they'd just shared. Oscar moved off the door, and held it open for her. With a nod, his eyes lingered on her as her and her PPO made their way down the hallway to the bank of elevators.