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Post by Queen Coretta de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 0:35:27 GMT -5
That bastard!
How dare he abandon me like this! From tender hugs and the hope that he might come to love me to this. I stalked through the Palace, too mad to remember to glide regally. I was already well dressed and prepped for the day, and when I'd realized a haggle of people were following me, I'd turned and snapped orders to let me be or they were going to spend the day up to their elbows in greasy water, scrubbing pots.
Quite alone save for my two shadows, I made my way to Marcels rooms, and opened the door. It was silent inside, but given his own two Cassilines were standing guard, I knew he was in here, and I headed through the sitting room and into the bedroom.
And there he was, sleeping so comfortably and soundly, while I got no sleep at all the night before, too pent up and worrying over him and his troubles, crying over our relationship and the fact that he didn't love me. It hurt, stabbed me through the heart like an Aragonian knife, and I picked up a pillow that had fallen onto the floor, hefted it up, and slammed it down over his head, then, before he could so much as move, I repeated the process. Twice.
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Post by King Marcel de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 0:50:58 GMT -5
I was dreaming again, this time I was on a ship in a storm, the winds buffeting me about, the rain lashing my skin. I tumbled into the stormy sea, hitting my head on a rock, not once, but twice.
And suddenly I was coming awake, but I was still in the dream, because something was hitting me. Sputtering, I shoved whatever it was away from me and sat up, spitting curses.
Until I saw who it was - Coretta, holding a pillow like a weapon, her eyes sparking like lightning. What in the seven hells was this about? I'd never seen her like this and I was too stunned to do more than wrench the pillow away from her and throw it across the room.
"Bloody hell, woman, what has gotten into you?" I rubbed my head and glared at her, trying to figure out what had happened to the woman I thought I knew. "Were you trying to smother me in my sleep?"
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Post by Queen Coretta de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 8:28:17 GMT -5
Watching him wake up was only slightly mollifying, confused as he was, though I had to wonder if I should have used something decidedly harder. He wrenched the pillow away from me and threw it, and I bristled with indignation on top of everything else.
I snatched up another pillow, and hit him across the side of his head before he could stop me, then let go, sure he was awake enough to catch it now and rip that one away too. "If I was going to smother you, I wouldn't have lifted the pillow."
I was fire, molten fire, my ire hotter than the blazes of the seventh hell. "How dare you! You tell me of everything, then abandon me to sleep here! Am I so very revolting as this? Can you not stand to even sleep next to me now?"
It hurt, Elua it hurt, and I had to stop myself from hunting down something else to hit him with.
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Post by King Marcel de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 10:11:37 GMT -5
"What? I thought you... stop doing that!" I didn't think I'd ever been so completely caught off guard by a woman before, most especially not upon waking. I was sure I'd left a woman or two behind me that felt like doing this, but I was generally long gone by then.
"Coretta, I ..." I floundered a little, because my estimation of her had been so off, it made me wonder if I could trust my own judgment. "I didn't think you wanted me in bed with you after all of that, that's all. Of course I can stand to sleep next to you, don't be silly." I wished suddenly that I had slept with some clothes on, because I felt rather vulnerable as I wrapped a sheet around my waist and slid out of the bed.
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Post by Queen Coretta de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 10:22:33 GMT -5
"Well, you thought wrong," I snapped, crossing my arms under my breasts and glaring at him. I WAS glaring, damnit, not pouting... Hurriedly, I checked my features, making sure my lip wasn't jutting out.
"Do you think I'm such a horrid person to abandon you for a bump in the road? Your father died Marcel, and I'm your wife.. let me take care of you. Don't run from me with your tail tucked between your legs because you think I might be angry."
Didn't he see? Couldn't he understand? I needed him, I always had needed him, but I needed him to be strong. I needed him to be everything he could be, because otherwise I either had to hold myself back to make him feel better, or I would walk all over him.
I wanted to cry, but by force of will alone, I didn't. I stood, the epitome of anger, glaring down at my husband in his bachelor bed.
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Post by King Marcel de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 11:56:13 GMT -5
I didn't really know what to say. I had never been in a true relationship before, Mai and I had only had a fortnight to ourselves and no other woman had last more than a few days. I didn't think any of the things she said, and I surely did not like to think of myself as having my 'tail tucked between my legs.'
Standing there, clad in nothing but a sheet, I gaped at her for a moment before I decided that there was one sure way to end this argument.
I reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, letting the sheet drop so that I was standing there naked, and without giving her the chance to respond, I kissed her soundly.
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Post by Queen Coretta de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2011 13:16:56 GMT -5
He stood there and gaped, his sheet wrapped around him, and I was on the point of driving my finger in his chest in attempt to get him to sit back down so I could properly glare at him when suddenly he was kissing me.
I squeaked, a soft and high pitched sound of protest and surprise. Had he a shirt, I would have bunched my fingers in it and pushed, but as it was there was nothing on him save his own smooth skin. I pressed my hands against his upper chest, trying to find purchase, trying to push him away from me so I could berate him more, but I couldn't budge him. His mouth pressed into mine insistently, and like it or not, I was becoming more and more distracted by it with each passing second.
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Post by King Marcel de la Courcel on Jun 14, 2011 23:18:20 GMT -5
The sound of her little squeak was immensely satisfying, and the feel of her hands against my chest ... well, I had just woken up and already I wanted to go back to bed - with my wife. I slid my arms down around her waist, dropping the bedsheet as I did so.
"I'm sorry, Coretta," I whispered against his lips. "It won't happen again." And it wouldn't, I was learning something about her this morning, and it was something that I should have known all along. She was strong, and she didn't need me to try to protect her, and I had to give her credit for her strength.
I kissed her again, running my hands over her back, keeping her pressed tightly against me, knowing that she would be able to feel my arousal ... or simply look down and see it.
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