Challenge #451 boundary - The Musketeers, Anne/Constance
Title: Sacred
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #451 - Boundary
Fandom: The Musketeers (BBC)
Pairings: Anne/Constance
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Society had rules. Boundaries.
As a woman Constance knew this only too well.
Some boundaries could be pushed, some could even be broken entirely in the right circumstances.
But this night she had violated one of the most sacred boundaries in all of France. If the knowledge of what she had done went beyond this room she would die.
"What are you thinking?" Anne, Queen Anne of Austria, wife of the King, asked.
Constance turned to face Anne. They were naked under the sheets on Anne's bed. Candles on tables either side of the bed provided flickering illumination. "That this is wrong," Constance said quietly. "Even though it feels right."
"Where does it feel right? Here?" Anne pressed her fingers to Constance's chest, over her heart.
"Yes," she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. Constance knew it wasn't right, in her head and in the dread she felt of being caught.
Anne slowly slipped her hand down. Constance said nothing, but on her face and in the quickening of her breath Anne could read her desire.
"Here?" Anne asked, her fingers coming to rest at Constance's still wet sex.
Constance didn't speak, she just nodded. Her head screamed wrong-wrong-wrong. But her lust urged yes-yes-yes. She pressed her lips to Anne's, tasting herself on them from the wonderful oral pleasure Anne had given her earlier.
Anne parted her lips, welcoming the kiss, her fingers moving ever so gently until contact with her clit made Constance break the kiss with a gasp.
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #451 - Boundary
Fandom: The Musketeers (BBC)
Pairings: Anne/Constance
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Society had rules. Boundaries.
As a woman Constance knew this only too well.
Some boundaries could be pushed, some could even be broken entirely in the right circumstances.
But this night she had violated one of the most sacred boundaries in all of France. If the knowledge of what she had done went beyond this room she would die.
"What are you thinking?" Anne, Queen Anne of Austria, wife of the King, asked.
Constance turned to face Anne. They were naked under the sheets on Anne's bed. Candles on tables either side of the bed provided flickering illumination. "That this is wrong," Constance said quietly. "Even though it feels right."
"Where does it feel right? Here?" Anne pressed her fingers to Constance's chest, over her heart.
"Yes," she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. Constance knew it wasn't right, in her head and in the dread she felt of being caught.
Anne slowly slipped her hand down. Constance said nothing, but on her face and in the quickening of her breath Anne could read her desire.
"Here?" Anne asked, her fingers coming to rest at Constance's still wet sex.
Constance didn't speak, she just nodded. Her head screamed wrong-wrong-wrong. But her lust urged yes-yes-yes. She pressed her lips to Anne's, tasting herself on them from the wonderful oral pleasure Anne had given her earlier.
Anne parted her lips, welcoming the kiss, her fingers moving ever so gently until contact with her clit made Constance break the kiss with a gasp.