The Woods

I had not seen James since this moring and I longed for us to be together again. I was dressed simply with a blue dress and blue cloak, allowing my hair to fall down in soft curls.


An afternoon breeze blew throughout the little gathering of guards and other people. I hoped that James wouldn't be too long as the evening was shortly coming to us and I need to feel warm.

James had taken a walk from the castle in the late afternoon, the breeze was cool but the sun burned quite brightly and so for once the land was balmy and pleasant. He had disposed of ceremonial dress now he was home, wearing simply the same shirt as half of his guard did but kept his musket and sword buckled to his side.

Starlings and blackbirds sang as he made his way deeper through the woods and eventually he reached a small clearing. After at least a hours stroll, he selected a tree to perch beneath - glancing to blue sky as he did. Upon his mind for most of the day had been Mary. He had fiddled with her crucifix almost constantly since arriving in Stirling - somehow it seemed even more precious than before.

Whilst we were awaiting for James to appear I became more and more restless. I took myself for a little walk pulling back the branches to make a clearer way for my path. I saw a beautiful clear lake, as clear as the sky. I was totally mesmerized my it's calming effects. I'm not to sure what happened next one minute I was walking the next I managed to fall catching my cloak on a brambles bush. I feel with a thud the palms of my hands hit the ground hard leaving them covered in mud. My arms had scratches from the brambles thorns and my hair was filled with leafs. I tried to call for help but ity hurt when I tried to call. All I could do was curl up, my head resting on a moss patch.

James heard a thump from behind him, immediately his hand moved to his sword, his fingers held onto the hilt with a firm grip. He gathered himself from the grass and peered from behind the tree - expecting to pull it from his scabbard.

Instead, he saw a small bundle lie at the foot of the hill. His fingers released the sword and he jogged down the hill, skimming over the grass like a breeze. Within moments he recognised who the fragile body belonged to. He almost called her 'Your Majesty' as he reached her, his hands immediately reaching out to her gently.

This was a different feeling. He'd felt protective of her since she had arrived but this feeling only intensified when he saw her lying - fragile - upon the hearth. He'd seen men go down in a fight, distracted the enemy and eventually helped his comrade to safety. However this time, he felt guilt - as if it were his fault.

He gathered her into his arms and brushed the soft tendrils of her tousled hair away from her face. He held her capably with one strong arm while his free hand touched her cold cheek, "What happened?" he asked, his face filled with worry and his heart with fear. Fear not for himself - he was of little consequence, but fear of her well being.

I lost my footing, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. We were preparing to leave and I grew bored so I only went for a little walk when the river caught my eye. The next thing I knew was that, I was caught up in tangles and I didn't realize their was a hill. I lowered my eye's hoping that I didn't make him mad. I buried my face against his chest taking comfort in my sanctuary which was James. I pressed myself against him so hard hoping to erase what had just happened.

He smiled indulgently as she burrowed into his chest, cradling her head in his hand, "I've got your now," he said deeply - his voice reassuring as he noticed the smell of lavender upon her.

He held her with ease - holding her close in his arms. He began to walk back up the hill, "Are you hurt?" he asked, concerned, his lips brushing against her head.

So you have James. All aches and pains went away as he held my in his arms. I was in his arms. I said to myself as I grinned looking up at him. I was deliriously happy being carried by him it sparked a certain arousal.

He caught her gaze and noticed the pink flush in her cheeks as she smiled. Mary beamed, almost shining - radiating warmth. This inspired James to subconsciously grin - his bright, flash of a charming smile. He allowed himself to kiss her forehead - still almost grateful that she looked at him the way she did. He decided at that moment, quite resolutely, that Mary would be the only woman who could make him happy. She was only a little younger than him, he suspected but he felt so at home and at peace with her. James had a thirst for fights and duels but she mellowed him - calmed his heart.

"You should at least have one of your ladies or my guards with you when you are walking around here - for now at least until you get used to the land. There are hills everywhere here," he said softly, although his message was fiercely protective.

As he approached the summit he noticed her people clustered upon the hill top. He sighed a little, expecting a rabble from the small compliment of guards.

"Shall we head home...or stay here a while?" he asked her, holding back from the others.

I had wanted James to show me each and every part of Scotland as it would mean so much more to me. I only want you to show me around. I couldn't shift in his arms to reach for his lips, I wanted them to kiss me better. Let's stay here you had best inspect my injuries.

James nodded with a warm smile and set her down with the greatest of care. His hand lingered upon the curve of her waist, his eyes earnestly beheld hers. He began to move forward and approach her group, but spared a glance to Mary. His smile was affectionate even from a distance. A wave of bows greeted him as he came closer, walking confidently and heads above the group. He could hear hushed worries about the Queen and fears of her whereabouts.

"She is with me," he explained, "You can return to the castle and rest - The Queen will be quite safe with me now."

He then turned back to Mary with outstretched arms. No longer a king - simply a man, her husband. He immediately wrapped his strong arms around her waist tenderly, resting his forehead against hers. The thought of her hurt, injured, was a horrible image to conjure, "I am sorry I was not here," he said earnestly and kissed her forehead,"Where are you hurt?"

I ran into his outstretched arms, letting him embrace me as I felt his breath trickle some of my hairs. Whenever we embraced their was nothing else that mattered. Time stood still the leafs on the trees and bushes hushed concealing them in a world of their own. Do not apologize husband it's not your fault. But my neck hurts quite a bit.

He took his arms away from her waist. Beyond his own wishes to hold her close, the more pressing emotion was his fear for her safety. He didn't know much of medicine but he thought it foolish to know how to fight but not how to help an injured friend. He knew he would at least be able to tell if she was seriously harmed.

With careful hands, he touched the side of her face - holding her head in his hands, her curls spilling down her back. He gently tilted her head to the side and looked to her neck. He glanced to her bright eyes, before placing his lips on her soft skin, "Thank God," he said with a slightly playful smile but genuinely relieved, "You shall survive."

I wrapped my arm around his neck my knees going slightly weak as his lips soften my skin. The pain is slightly lower James. I said a bit to eagerly as my other hand slipped up his back.

He chuckled deeply beneath his breath, his mouth brushing against her skin as his lips formed a smile. He knew the motive of her words so he brushed his nose against her neck. He swayed closer to her and then softly, pressed his mouth to the crook of her neck. James guided them to a tree - letting her lean upon the solid bark, his arms held her waist tenderly.

"Here?" he mumbled.

Yes their. I groaned as his lips touched the most sensitive pary of my neck. My flames for James were still burning stronger than ever. I wished for him to lay me down among the roses where the only thorn I would feel would be his.

He paused for a moment as she groaned, his dark eyes flashed up to hers as he moved away from her neck a little. As he looked at her - his deep, intense gaze - his hand gently tugged at the neckline of her dress. The fabric gave way to reveal her shoulder...

His eyes diverted back to her shoulder where he placed his lips, "Perhaps...here too."

He played along quite willingly, giving in to his own lust - a little more relaxed with her, now he knew their passions were alined.

I giggled as his lips moved along my collarbone, causing a swirl of emotions to arise in me. I undid the laces of his shirt revealing that manly chest hair spread so sparsely over his chest. Your beard is an added pleasure to feel upon my skin. It heightens more of my senses to the physical world.

He sighed feeling her slender fingers brush against his skin, as she unlaced the top collar of his shirt. He kept his lips upon her shoulder and leaned closer to her, with closed eyes. He wanted her and he didn't want to wait until they were in the castle. He parted his mouth, tilting his head so that his cheek rested on her shoulder - his teeth gently bit into her neck.

He wanted to speak but he suspected his voice would come out choppy and broken. He had much he wished to tell her but was inarticulate in their balmy embrace. I love her, he thought, most ardently.

Their was something dangerous with this embrace a thrill of getting caught made it a touch more exhilarating. My body was no longer just mine, just like his body was no longer his. When we lay together we are as one neither of us have to say anything as we know what the other is thinking. Like a dove our bodies move together seeking new heights to please one another. Their is no begining or end to us we are but as one. His teeth pierced my skin like a thorn willing to make the white rose run red. I love you so much James.

He smiled and shifted a little at her words and so cupped her face in his hands, "I love you," he whispered earnestly.

Then, tenderly and with care, his hands moved to her waist. His hold was strong and so with one movement he lifted her from the ground, so her legs could wrap around him - they were now finally eye to eye, "And I want you, Mary," he whispered - still holding her gaze.

Hoisting up my dress I wrapped my legs around him. Their was something about passion which made a person lose all of their inhibitions. My hand reached for his manhood, blushing as I held it for the first time. Tell me what to do.

He smiled - an almost mischievous grin - as he heard her raspy breath, her hand around him. Immediately he could feel his arousal peak, she had never touched him the way she did in that moment. His head dipped, his eyes shut tight as a low sigh slipped from his lips. It was a sleepy passion she held over him, a contentedness he had never felt before mingled with that familiar flame of lust.

He didn't want to force her into anything, still aware of her innocence in such things. He helped her skirts up around her waist as he looked at her again. He moved himself slightly and eased his cock inside her slowly. He did not look away but he whispered deep and balmy, "Let me make you come."

A silent scream came from my lips as he eased his way inside me. With one push against his manhood, he was within me again a feeling of completeness filled me. I held his body close to mine as I began moving up and down. James oh James I groaned with fingers wrapped tightly in his hair, lips brushing against each other when ever I moved.

He was inspired to go on by her moans, his hands maintaing their strong hold upon her slim waist - his forehead touching hers. With each thrust into her, he let out a choppy breath which soon developed into moans. Yet he wanted more and he allowed himself to take more this time.

Still holding her, he moved from the tree and kneeled amongst the the grass - settling her down. He parted from her briefly, removing his shirt and revealing the scar beneath his rib that she had so delicately touched when they were first together.

James swooped to where she lay again, cupping her face momentarily in his hands - with the habitual tenderness he showed only to her. He didn't kiss her but his lips brushed against hers. His dark hair spilled over his eyes, he could feel her breath and in that moment - like upon the glen, he could feel his heart be knitted even closer to hers. Eventually he thrust into her again as his hands began to unlace the front of her dress.