The King's Bedchamber

I went into my chamber and prepared myself awaiting the arrival of Marie.

Summoned by her husband Mary and her trail of ladies in waiting make their way to the king's apartments the guards moving away opening the doors. As soon as they see her; Standing in the doorway Mary calls out to her husband.~ Bonne après-midi; husband. You wanted to see me.~ Mary smiles at her husband the king.

The King took a careful glance over his wife, the details of her features and the clues that her body language gave him. “Aye, I do,” James confirmed as a smile, that matched Mary’s, graced his lips. “I suppose you would like to know the nature of this visit?” He surmised and beckoned her by means of extending out his hands for hers.

Most certainly i do mon chéri~ She ran into his arms like a rush of air across the table. His arms were strong around Mary making her feel safe as he held her to him.

His arms around her reminded him of all the fondness he held for her, it was impossible not to develop such feelings. Every-time James laid his eyes upon her, he was reminded how young and blossoming their marriage was. She was a suitable Queen for the Scottish people and a breath of fresh air for him. "Scotland needs its heir, mo ghaol. My Cousin is trying to achieve the same with his new wife, but if we have a son...he will have a claim to the English throne. " Above all, he wants a secure future for his people and family. "Shall we make a son tonight?"

She brushed her lips over his cheek and whispered If that is what my king commands.~ His skin was warm and soft against her lips; and she desperately had need of him. Mary reaches up and slowly unties his shirt all the while gazing into his eyes; mischief dancing on her lips.

The gaze which Mary gave him was powerful enough to entrance any man, it pleased him to know that it would only ever be for him. As Mary untied his shirt, James found the laces of her dress and began to undo them. At the same time, he captured his lips upon hers and used his commanding steps to guide them closer to the foot of his bed.

James~ Her knees weakened tightening her hold on him. She pushed her fingers into his hair as they fell onto the bed. Mary loved his hair. It felt untamed; just like he made her feel. A groan escaped her lips; setting her entire body on fire. Mary was on a mission; running her hands through his hair; over his back; up his neck. The need to feel James inside her was overwhelming; the dancing of their tongues was passionate and sensual; causing sparks inside of her.

"Mary..." Her name fell from his lips like prayers before the blessed sacrament. The feeling of his wife's body was a rush of warmth over him, beckoning him to take in more. Having loosened the laces enough, James pushed one sleeve down to reveal her bare shoulder, her collarbone, and broke their kiss to take in the scent and taste of her skin. Following this, one of his hands traveled to the hem of her skirts and snaked up under; taking in the silken feel of her thighs and the warmth that radiated from in-between her legs.