forum Royal Affairs (O/O Closed)

Started May 08, 2023 by @LolaBug

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His neck was hurting. While their height difference was adorable to look at, it did not bode well for his neck and back. Luckily, there was a remedy. He only hoped that it would not spook her.

He bent at the knees, never ceasing their kiss, and grabbed her thighs, picking her up. He kept his hands in a reasonable place. Over her skirts and about mid thigh. There. With her head now at hos level, he was no longer at a risk for pain in his neck for having to bend over constantly to kiss her. It was easier when they were sitting down. He didn't have to bend over so much. If there was a comfortable place to sit, he would have, alas, it was all rock and sand and water.

"You respond so beautifully, my wife," he murmured against her lips. He pulled back from a moment, just to look at her hooded expression. To see the pleasure he gave her on her face. He kissed her once more on the lips before deciding she needed his kisses elsewhere.

He skimmed his lips across her cheek to the underside of her jaw, placing the barest of kisses. He placed another high on her neck, gaging her reaction to the soft touches.

Having to stand up on her tiptoes is taxing and her feet will dislike her later on for this. She’s happy to sacrifice them for this moment though. The real problem with their rather large height different is that when/if they have kids, that is going to hurt.

Noticing that he’s bending down, she hesitates for a moment, not sure what he’s about to do. She squeals in surprise when he picks her up, caught off guard. She quickly wraps her arms around his neck and hands on. Though by she doubts that he would drop her, she’d like to have that extra bit of security.

Realizing that this will make things much easier for both of them, she relaxes. She can’t deny that she’s enjoying the feeling of his hands gripping her thighs to hold her up. She peers at him, breathless and her lips pleasantly swollen from the kissing. His words make a blush crawl across her face. The praise he gives her has her knees feeling weak.

She tips her head back a little when he presses a kiss on her neck, an invitation for him to continue. “Please,” She whispers, knowing that he likes to hear her consent before he does anything.

Kaillas couldn't help but laugh as she squealed. It was a beautiful sound and he couldn't help but grin. He had a tight grip on her thighs. Not enough to bruise but they might leave a faint mark once he set her down. He would never let her fall.

He looked at her, panting from their kiss. She looked exceptional. Even as breathless as she was, looking at him with those doe eyes and swollen lips. She looked perfect. He would have to thank the forces at hand that brought them together. Whatever the circumstances may have been, this has been the right pairing.

He couldn't help but admire as she craned her neck, giving him a better access to her skin. Her plea had him undone. There was nothing he could deny her. He had planned to take things slow but she was making it so difficult.

He leaned his head forward, latching his lips onto her skin. He started off soft, kissing that smooth skin of hers. Then he nipped at her skin, a spot just above her collar. He nipped again before pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking gently, creating a small love mark on her neck.

Ophelia carefully settles her legs on his hips. She keeps her arms wrapped around his neck just in case but she’s starting to feel more secure being held like this. Though she won’t be bruised from his hands on her thighs, she’ll certainly remember the feeling long after he’s stopped.

This man is going to be her undoing and she knows it. Every touch and every word has her melting. She’s finding herself completely willing to go along with whatever he’s doing.

The nip to her neck has her inhaling sharply. She closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling, lightly digging her nails into his shoulders as she holds onto him. A soft moan escapes her lips when he sucks on her neck, leaving a mark. She should be worried about the placement and making sure that she can cover it but instead she’s wishing that he’ll add a few more.

She has to remind herself to keep quiet. The guards are right outside of the cave entrance and she would likely die from embarrassment if they heard her. This is about as much privacy as they’re going to get with their titles so she’ll have to learn to be grateful for it.

As she settled her legs on his hips, he felt her skirts rise up and his fingers kissed bare skin. He kept his hands unfortunately low in her thighs, despite the rising need to move then further up. They had plenty of time before he would take her to bed like that. And it certianly would not be in a cold, dark cave such as this. He would do right by her. Even if he was stealing kisses here in the dark.

His desire was growing and so was something else of his. He had half a mind to roll his hips against her but he worried that it might scare her. Her lips and neck were on the table but anything else and he worried he might be going to fast. He worried he might scare her off.

And with that in mind, he knew he was teetering close to the edge. They needed to slow down before it got out of control. He gave her one last gentle kiss on her neck before slowly setting her down on the floor of the cave. Even if that moan of hers had his knees shaking. Even if all he wanted to do was get on his knees and show her how he could truly please her. Not here. And not now.

He set his forehead against her, breathing heavily. His hands were now cupping her arms, holding her at the elbows. "You test my self control," he murmured.

The feeling of his hands on her bare thighs has her skin on fire. She knows that she needs to pull herself together but she’s struggling to do so. There are so many different feelings coursing through her body and she isn’t sure how to navigate any of them. She’s so wrapped up in him that she’s forgotten where they are.

She shifts a little to keep herself balanced, a little caught off guard when she feels a rather large bulge growing in his pants. This is a vastly different situation from earlier. This morning was an innocent cuddle and now things are intense. She’s flustered but not nearly as concerned now as she was earlier. Things will stop before they go too far.

Just as that thought crosses her mind, she realizing that Kaillas is setting her down. She nearly protests before realizing that this is fore the best. They probably shouldn’t be fooling around too much in a dark dirty cave.

She laughs breathlessly at his words. “Good,” She murmurs, admittedly pleased with herself for having such an effect on him. Setting her forehead lightly against his, she takes a minute to get her breathing and heartbeat in control again.

Kaillas pinched the skin just above her elbow. "Not good, wife. Not unless you wish to seduce me into loosing all control." And he might just for her. And that terrified him. He didn't want to hurt her or scare her but doing something so expected.

He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead before finally pulling away. He smiled down at her, feeling a shoot of pleasure go down his spine at her disheveled appearance. Her dress was wrinkled and hadn't completely fallen. Her lips were swollen and her skin flushed. And she was looking at him with those siren eyes that was enough to make a man weak. Oh how he wanted to get on his knees for her. But not this tome. Not today.

"Come, my little minx, let's walk a little more. We can kiss more tonight before bed." His eyes settled on the love mark he had made low on her neck. It did things to him, seeing her covered with his attentions. He wanted to make more. He wanted to place then where no one would see. Where no one would know expect them. He wanted to see her blush as his fingers traced the hidden marks. He wanted to hear her gasps as he-

He was losing his mind. This woman would certainly drive him insane. She was a witch. She must be if she was doing this all to him. He was under her spell and he was happy to be.

Ophelia laughs when he pinches her elbow, certainly not deterred by that. “And what it that is what I wish?” She asks, though mostly just teasing him. She’s more talk than anything and she’s certain that he knows that. There’s no doubt in her mind that she can trust Kaillas to not do anything crazy.

She knows that she looks a mess but she’s not sure what the extent is. Not wanting to make a fool of herself in front of the guards, she takes a moment to smooth out her dress and to try and make her hair look presentable. There’s not much she can do about her swollen lips and the marks left on her neck. Those will just have to be her admission of guilt. She’s a tad proud of them if she’s honest.

A smile tugs at her lips when he calls her a ‘minx’. She’s hoping that the nickname will stick. She watches as his expression seems to darken. It makes her curious. “What are you thinking about?” She prompts, taking his hand so they can get ready to leave the cage.

Unfortunately they can’t stay in here forever and she knows that. They’ll have to rejoin society eventually.

Kaillas only smiled down at her lovingly. He had no doubt that one day she would truly unravel him, but that day was not today.

He slid his hand down her arms before releasing then entirely while she straightened out her appreance. There would be no hiding what they were up to, even if by some miracle the guards hadn't heard them at all. With her flushed skin and swollen lips along with the marks on her neck, it was obvious. At least she no longer looked like she had just been fucked. Which she hadn't been but she did look it.

He brushed the few strands of hair that had fallen forward over her shoulder, exposing his marks to him. The look he had on his face could be described as purely male. Something primal took over him as gazed down on them. He raised his hand, his thumb passing over one before his head snapped up to her.

"You do not want to know," he murmured, "I think it would scare you today." He wanted to do evil things to her body. Wicked, evil things that she would enjoy. One day, perhaps.

He brought her hand up to his lip, kissing the knuckles. Then he dropped their clasped hand to his side, holding her tightly before guiding her out if the cave. The guards didn't look at him and he didn't look at them.

"I'm thinking we should have our dinner outside. The weather is good for it. It would be nice to stay out here a little bit longer yes?" Sagetly on the green grass and away from the sand, that was.

Ophelia is trying hard not to think about what she looks like right now. She knows that she must be a mess. Unfortunately, she can only do so much to make herself look presentable. At least no one besides the guards are around. That makes her feel a little bit better about her dischiveled appearance.

The look on his face as he gazes at her sends shivers down her spine. She stays perfectly still as he grazes his thumb over one of the marks on her neck. The way he’s looking at her and touching her…..it’s possessive. Her heart nearly jumps ship at the thought. She has quickly decided that she loves it. She can’t get over how he acts around her and how excited it makes her feel.

She certainly does want to know what he’s thinking but she’ll refrain from asking again. “I do hope that you’ll tell me one of these days,” She says lightly. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad. Or at least she doesn’t think it could be that bad.

She straight up refuses to even look in the direction of the guards when they leave the cave. She’s already pretty embarrassed. She knows that she looks a mess so they’ll be able to tell exactly what they were doing. That thought does not settle well with her.

“Dinner outside sounds wonderful,” She agrees. The weather is perfect for it and she loves the view. It’ll be nice to relax and enjoy a meal together on the beach.

Kaillas merely hummed in answer. She may think she wants to know but the moment he told her all the terrible, wonderful things he wished to do to her, she might not want to know anymore.

He was slow to walk back. He had taken her to their destination and now they could truly enjoy the walk back to the estate. He watched as the waves rolled over the sand, brushing at their feet. He pulled her to the water line, holding her back agonist his chest as the just watched. Watched the small waves crash on the shore and the seawater coming to their ties. He watched as the sun glanced off the sea. He watched as the water disappeared into the sky and he couldn't tell where one ended and the other started.

A moment of peace after their heated moment was needed. Even as his hands were splayed on her stomach, thumb just narrowly missing the underside of her breast. He tucked her head under his chin. He would bring her back to the beach at sunset. When their food was finished and before the sun disappeared behind the water, he would bring her to sit on the sand and watch as the colors of the setting sun manipulated the colors of the water. And he woukd bring her back early in the morning for the rising sun.

After a time had passed, be looked down at Ophelia. "Let's get you inside before you start to turn red." The last thing he wanted was to burn her on their first day there. It was a painful sensation. One he woukd not bestow upon her.

Ophelia leans into Kaillas's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against her back and the gentle rhythm of his breath. The serene beauty of the ocean before them mirrors the calmness she now feels. It was a welcome respite after the intensity of their earlier encounter.

As she listens to the soothing sound of the waves and watches the play of light on the water, she sighs softly and relaxes. Everything about today has been so perfect. She’s very happy with how it all turned out.

Feeling his hands resting on her stomach, her breath hitches ever so slightly at the tantalizing nearness of his touch. She feels a flutter of desire mingling with the tranquility of the moment. It is a delicate balance, and she relishes in the juxtaposition.

As Kaillas suggests returning indoors to avoid the sun's harsh rays, she nods in agreement, realizing that she has indeed spent enough time exposed to the sun. She’s had a sunburn once before and she certainly didn’t enjoy it.

"Yes, perhaps it's best," She agrees, it wanting to protest. Theyve spent enough time out here for now . As they start to make their way back to the estate, Ophelia finds herself excited to see what’s next. The day has already been filled with a mix of intensity and tranquility, and she knows that the evening held the promise of more unforgettable moments in the arms of her husband.

Kaillas took her hand once more, pulling her away from the shore and higher up on the sand. The estate came closer and closer as they walked along side the beach. He was quiet now, content and happy.

As they finally made it back to where they had stashed their shoes, he picked them up in his hand before scooping Ohphelia up in his arms. He handed her their shoes to hold on to while he carried her.

He smiled at her, bringing her inside as the back door was opened for them. A bath first to wash their feet and then he woukd show her the house. There wasn't too much to it. Endless bedrooms. Top floor for the royals and bottom for the household staff. The kitchens, dining, and sitting room. A private library and office all in one room.

He took her to his room, leaving a trail of sand behind. He felt bad for whoever had to clean that up. No matter how hard it was cleaned, sand always got left behind. Thankfully the guards had stopped trailing them once they were inside the estate and they didn't need an escort to his room.

He set her down on the lid of the toilet before running the bathwater. He didn't set the stopper. He only wished to wash his feet over the running water. He rolled up his pant legs, the bottom part was soaked from the ocean, and stepped in the water. He offered a hand to help her in, gathering her skirts to hold it above the water.

Ophelia giggles as Kaillas scoops her up in his arms, her shoes held tightly in her hand. She wraps her arms around his neck, happy to be nestled in his embrace. The journey back to the estate is filled with a comfortable silence.

As they enter the estate through the back door, Ophelia admires the surroundings, taking in the grandeur and elegance of the place. When they arrived last night she was much too tired to look around properly. She knows she has much to explore, but for now, she is content to follow Kaillas's lead.

The sand they have unintentionally brought inside leaves a trail behind them, but in this moment, she can’t bring herself to worry about such trivial matters. She’s focused on getting all of this sand off of her. It’s becoming unpleasant.

Settling on the lid of the toilet, she watches with a soft smile as Kaillas prepares the bathwater. The sound of running water fills the room, creating a soothing atmosphere. She accepts his offered hand, grateful for his assistance in navigating her skirts and ensuring they remain dry.

Carefully stepping into the bathwater, she feels the warmth envelop her feet, soothing away any remaining traces of sand. She sighs in contentment, glad to wash the gross sand away. It was a fun feeling at first but it’s unsettling now so she’s glad for it to be gone.

Her heart swells with affection as she looked at him, the water reflecting the soft glow of the room. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. Gratitude overflowed within her for the care he took in every small detail, ensuring her comfort and happiness.

As they sat there, their feet submerges in the warm water, she reflects on their day so far. It’s been nothing short of perfect in her opinion.

Kaillas looked down at their toes, watching as the sand washed away from their feet. He felt a bit of relief as the water washed it away. While being present on the beach paid him no mind, it was beginning to bother him to have his feet so dirty.

That could perhaps be because of his time in the army. It was so drilled into them to contastly jeep their feet clean and dry. It was such an important thing to prevent infection and loss of limbs. He was always dutiful in keeping himself as clean as possible.

He shut off the water and let the water drain and with ut, the last bit of sand clinging to them. "If you would like to change, I can show you around the house." Today was for relaxing. The plans started tomorrow. All he particularly wanted to do was lay down and rest for a while and perhaps train a bit before dinner. But he wasn't going to let his poor bride succumb to loneliness. And he would like for her to know her way around the estate.

He stepped out of the tub, drying his feet before helping Ophelia out. He sank to his knees, motioning for her to lift a foot for him. He grabbed her ankle, drying it while one of his hands crept further up her leg. Nothing wrong with a little teasing.

He kissed the skim just above her ankle before setting down the foot and motioning for the next one. He repeated the same thing on this leg, giving it just as much attention. After kissing her ankle, he got to his feet.

Ophelia blushes as Kaillas kneels before her, his touch sending a shiver up her spine. She lifts her foot obediently, enjoying the gentle caress of the towel as it dries her skin. His teasing touch makes her heart skip a beat. The man certainly bows how to get a reaction from her.

As he kisses the skim just above her ankle, a soft sigh escapes her lips, her eyes locked on his face. Though she certainly doesn’t expect him to do things like this, she appreciates it. It’s a sweet and simple gesture on his part.

When he motions for her other foot, she lifts it, her eyes never leaving his. The teasing is always welcome as she’s coming to realize. She’s been enjoying their little game. It’s fun and she thinks that it’s helping them to bond.

As he rises to his feet, she stands up as well. “A tour of the house sounds lovely,” She agrees. “I’ll only need a minute to get changed.” She doesn’t require the help of the maids so she should be ready to take a little around in five or so minutes. She’d also like a chance to brush out her hair so it doesn’t tangle.

Kaillas nodded his head. He walked her out to the hall. "I'll come get you in a few minutes." He wanted to change as well. And deal with his hair.

Once she was securely in her room, he turned back into his. He changed out of the wet pants and shirt. It smelled too much like the sea for him. He wanted to wear something different. He chose a light pair of flowing pants and a loose shirt tucked into the waistband of the pants.

He slipped into some shoes and walked out into the hall. He paused for a moment, listening through the door to gage whether or not she had finished getting ready. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

He took a step back, placing his hands in his pockets and waiting for the door to open.

Ophelia quickly busies herself in her room, not wanting to take too long to get ready. She selects a comfortable yet elegant dress, opting for a soft, flowing fabric that allows her to have more freedom with her movement. Since there’s no one here to tell her otherwise, she forgoes the corset. They’re dreadful things.

As she slips into the dress and adjusted it, she takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror. The little marks on her neck aren’t covered by this dress. She’s not sure if she should change or not. Eventually she decides to just leave it. There aren’t that many people here. It’s not like she’s walking court like this. Having decided, she grabs her brush and quickly runs it through her hair.

When she hears the knock on the door, she glances over. She smoothes down her dress one last time before crossing the room to answer it. Opening the door, she smiles at Kaillas. She’s working on pulling her hair back into a braid and then she’ll be good to go.

“Ready?” She asks with a hum as she ties off the braid. Her hair is quite long but she’s gotten proficient at getting it pulled back relatively quickly.

Kaillas watched as the door opened. He looked down at Ophelia, pausing a moment as he took in her dress. She looked beautiful, even without the proper dressings of a corset and her hair pulled back in a simple braid. It was the simplicity that made her look beautiful.

He took her hand, pulling her to him. He smiled down at her. "You look lovely, wife, as usual." He kissed her head before nodding. "Yes, let's go."

His sisters were rooms were both down the hall. He opened the doors letting her peak inside. Both rooms were catered to his sisters while still minting the aesthetic of the beach estate. Katya's still jad drawings from her younger self, putting into perspective just how long it had been since they visited.

"The other rooms are empty. They're for any guests or royal family that we may bring." Their children, should they have any.

"Everything else is downstairs. But there isn't too much to do inside the estate. Most of the entertainment comes from outside of it." The combination of the beach and the little merchant village made it great for a getaway home.

Ophelia smiles warmly at Kaillas as he complimented her appearance. She feels a sense of joy knowing that he found her beautiful, even in her simpler attire. She gives his hand a light squeeze, ready to take a look around.

Peeking into his sisters' rooms, she admires the careful attention to detail in maintaining the beach estate's aesthetic while still catering to their individual tastes. She appreciates the nostalgic touch of Katya's childhood drawings, a reminder of the passage of time and the memories they held. It’s sweet that such sentimental items are still up.

Nodding in understanding, Ophelia listens attentively as Kaillas explains the layout of the estate. The empty rooms designated for guests and other members of the royal family makes since. She hopes that one day they’ll be able to bring their child here. Imagining a future filled with laughter and family gatherings in this beautiful place, she cant help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart.

Kaillad looked back at her before descending the stairs. His eyes dropped to her stomach, where one day she might hold their future heir and child. His eyes flickered back up, smiling at her and tugging her towards the stairs.

"The kitchens are just through there," he pointed to double doors. "We can steal some sweets later tonight once the cooks have gone to bed." He lowered his voice as if the cooks could possibly hear then through the noise of preparing dinner.

"The servant's quarters are through there," he motioned towards a hallway. "My parents wanted the staff to be as close to then as possible in case they needed something. For selfish reasons they're stuck at the estate but their rooms are better than it would have been in a separate building."

He moved on from the hallway to another. He stopped short at the second door. He cracked it open and revealed the home study. One wall was covered in bookshelves, books shoved into every crevice. On the other side, a large oak desk, clear of any papers or pens. It hadn't been used in a very long time.

Ophelia follows Kaillad's gaze to her stomach, a small smile playing on her lips. She lightly brushed her thumb across her stomach as she pictures a perfect little baby in her head. She welcomes the thought of starting a family with him, but for now, they have the present moment to enjoy. She’s in no rush.

As he points out the various locations within the grand estate, she contently listens, her hand gently clasping his as he tugs her towards the stairs. The prospect of indulging in stolen sweets later tonight brings a mischievous glint to her eyes, and she nods in agreement, fully aware of the thrill that awaits them.

Turning her attention to the hallway Kaillas indicates, she considers this for a moment. It must be boring for the staff to be stuck here when no one is visiting.

As they continue their tour, he leads her to a door that opens to a home study. Stepping inside, Ophelia's eyes widened at the sight of the book-lined walls. The scent of aged paper hits her nose. It’s wonderful. She can’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, realizing the potential for exploration and discovery within these shelves.

Walking over to the oak desk, she runs her fingers along the smooth surface. It is clear that the study hasnt been used in a while, as if time is standing still in this room. But there is a certain charm in the untouched orderliness, as if it is waiting patiently for someone to breathe life into it once more.

Kaillas watched as Ophelia stepped into the room, circling around it and touching the desk. He leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets. "My father was never very good at leaving his work at home. The last time I came here with all us, he sat at that desk for most of the time, working."

The smile that had formed on his lips slowly faded as he tried to remember the last time he had been there. His parents, his brother, and Elora. His father had shut himself and his brother away in the office. He remembered begging to come in. He wanted to play with his brother and father. He wanted to go for a swim. But they never let him in. They just shut themselves away, claiming it was king business.

His mother had been occupied with baby Elora. She had been barely a year old. So Kaillas had been left alone to fend for himself and entertain himself. It had been a very boring trip for him and the last time he had a vacation with his whole family.

He shook his head, trying to shake the memory from his head. He walked into the room, grabbing Ophelia's hips and placing her on top of the desk. He smiled down at her, cupping her cheek as he stepped between her open legs.

Ophelia observes the room, her fingertips gently tracing the surface of the desk. She can feel the weight of Kaillas' words hanging in the air, a mixture of nostalgia and longing. Her heart goes out to her, knowing that it must have been hard for him to not see his father often Turning her gaze towards him, she leans against the desk and listens.

"It‘a hard when the ones we love get consumed by their work," She says lightly softly, knowing how he feels. Her own was never father of the year, often neglecting her to spend time with her brother. Then he died and she was just ignored until it became time to marry her off. That part worked out pretty well at least. “I am sorry that you didn’t get to spend that time with your father.” It must be hard, especially now that his father has passed.

This time she sees it coming so she’s not completely caught off guard when he lifts her up onto the desk. She smiles and rests her cheek against his hand. “And what do you think you’re doing?” She asks him playfully, well aware of where he’s standing right now.

Knowing that the topic of his family is difficult for him, she doesn’t mind the change. It’ll be awhile before he opens up to her and she’s made peace with that.

Kaillas didn't respond to that. What little he remembered of his father, he was always working. He never gave little Kaillas a time of day. And when he was too much, he had been sent away to be a squire and eventually ended up in the army.

He didn't want to be his father. He didn't want to be so consumed with the duties of being king that he completely ignored his family. That he left his sisters to do as they pleased. That he let his wife to fend for herself. That he let his children be fatherless. He didn't want to allow that.

Standing there between her legs, he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. His thumbs rubbed the outside of her thighs, his smile returning to his lips. "Hmm, what does it look like I'm doing?"

It looked like he was trying to make new memories at this desk. He hadn't sat at this desk once since he had returned to the palace. Too many negative feelings were in this room. He visited jt as little as possible. Not unless his sisters had locked themselves away in this room reading a book or playing chess.

Though she understands that it’s hard to talk about family, she hopes that he’ll open up to her eventually. She wants to help him if she can. Family can be complicated, she understands that more than most people.

Her own family has been nothing short of neglectful. They haven’t so much as written a single letter since they sent her away. Maybe it’s for the best. They don’t care about her and she knows it. She wishes that they could be close but they’ve never wanted a proper relationship.

At least now she has Kaillas and his sisters. She’s happy to have met them all. She looks up at him with a smile, happy to push away all of her negative thoughts and just enjoy this moment.

As he stands between her legs, his thumbs gently caressing the outside of her thighs, she meets his gaze with a playful expression. "Looks like you’re being cheeky," She replies with a teasing tone. She sets her hands on his chest with a light hum.

Kaillas let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head at her. He leaned forward and knocked his nose against hers. "I think you're being cheeky, wife."

He looked down at the hand on his chest before pulling her hips into his. He had a sudden fantasy come to his mind and of him and her naked on his desk. He needed to shake his mind of these things but he was a man and she was a beautiful woman. And his wife. Wife.

He was still trying to get used to the word. He was a husband. He was married. To a beautiful woman with a brilliant mind. He couldn't wait to spend everyday with her.

He cupped her cheek gently, looking down at her with a silent question. He knew she knew what he wanted. A kiss. One with a bit more privacy than they had when they were up in that cave.

Ophelia laughs a bit when he knocks his nose against hers. "I have never been cheeky a day in my laugh," She informs him, not even bothering to try and hide the grin on her face.

She shifts around a little when she feels his hips against hers. It's a feeling that she's not used to yet. They haven't gotten that far in their adventures.

The expression on his face is one that's starting to become familiar. She doesn't know what exactly he's thinking but she knows that it's something dirty. Though she wants to know what he's thinking, she knows that he won't tell her. He hasn't yet. Soon, though, she hopes. She's very curious.

She hums softly when he cups her face, enjoying his touch. She's more than happy to agree to his request, leaning forward and kissing him. There are no guards or other peopel around this time, finally granting them the privacy they've been wanting.