A Royal Affair - Part V
Okay, so first I want to say thank you for all of the awesome comments…they have definitely inspired me! I mean this was supposed to be a short little fic, maybe like two parts, but then 18th Century Bleighton took over my freakin’ mind and made me write 17,190 words (so far!) of drag madness! Anyway, this next part takes a pretty crazy twist for this time period, but it will all work out! ;)
The room was fading to near blackness, but the dying red embers in the fireplace still allowed Blake to make out the relaxed features of Leighton’s face from where she was dozing against her side. She hadn’t really done much to exhaust the little brunette yet, but she surely did not mind watching her brown eyes surrender to the aftermath of pleasure.
As Blake trailed her warm hand over the curve of Leighton’s waist and down to her hip, soft exhales indicated that she was not too far off in her slumber.
“Lei…” Blake breathed in her ear, before kissing along her hairline. Using the arm that was wrapped around Leighton’s shoulders, the blonde rolled their bodies so that she could look down at the woman who was slowly waking beneath her.
“I fell asleep…” Leighton spoke lowly, her voice rough from sleeping and crying out earlier. She shyly moved to touch her hand to the unruly tendrils that were coming undone from its up do, but Blake caught her fingers before she could, kissing the backs of her knuckles.
“That’s alright, you look more gorgeous than ever.”
Her words were true and their sincerity only increased when the flushed color already staining Leighton’s cheeks and chest rose further. As small hands came to rest on her shoulder blades, Blake held herself on her elbows and began carefully removing the pins from dark tousled hair. Leighton let her eyes flutter shut again, enjoying the weight of Blake’s body above hers as she ran her fingernails along her scalp.
“What’s this I’ve found?” Blake suddenly asked with a smirk, gazing downwards as the brunette’s eyes met hers. The black ribbon that Leighton had untied from her own light hair on the first night they met hung between her fingers. “It seems I get my ribbon back after all.”
“Is that all you were after?” Leighton questioned back, arching her neck to kiss Blake’s cleavage and up to the hollow of her throat. The blonde released a shaky hiss of breath, she never knew what to expect from this woman.
After gathering herself, Blake swiftly dropped her mouth to the side of Leighton’s neck, before experimentally sinking her teeth into her flesh. “I think you know what I was after…”
The statement was followed by another sharp bite and then soothed by soft lips. “In fact, you can keep the ribbon…just as long as I can keep you.”
“It seems like a fair trade.” Leighton gasped, pushing her hips against Blake’s.
“Is it a deal, then?” Blake’s words were so hot against the brunette’s ear that she could hardly comprehend them; she could only nod her willing consent.
Leighton thought she would feel Blake’s lips melting onto hers, but instead she was being urged to stand up and guided towards the luxurious four-poster bed. Eyes watched her with keen purpose as she pushed herself onto its high surface, slightly parting her legs and leaning back on her arms.
“You are not as innocent as you look…”
“Looks can be deceiving, surely you know that!” Leighton exclaimed, rolling Blake onto her back, just as she was beginning to climb over her.
The blonde attempted an answer, but Leighton was all over her. Their lips and tongues clashed together, making it difficult for either one of them to breathe. Blake pushed back with her legs, trying to move further onto the bed without breaking their contact, but it was a trying task while holding the brunette’s thighs and growing dizzy with rough kisses.
When Leighton finally pulled away, it was a sight to behold. Her breathing was uneven, making her breasts heave maddeningly against Blake’s, as short gasps escaped her kiss glistening lips. The tips of her loose hair tickled along their skin, adding to the sensations already coursing through them from being so closely molded together.
“Show me how…” Leighton panted, lust blown pupils staring at the woman below her intently.
“How to wh -”
“Touch you.”
Blake was pleasurably stunned by the brunette’s innocent, yet aggressive approach. It rendered her quite speechless and Leighton was sitting on her lower stomach, just waiting for a reply.
“You don’t have to…” said Blake, but her thoughts were once again interrupted.
The brunette’s left hand landed beside Blake’s head, swiftly leaning forward so that the tips of their noses were nearly touching. “But I want to.”
The blonde suddenly crushed their mouths together, effectively stripping them both of the ability to form logical thoughts. She took her time kissing and lightly sucking Leighton’s top lip and then her fuller bottom lip, giving herself time to at least attempt thinking.
“Touch me any way you please…I would love anything you do.” The words were true as they whispered past Leighton’s ear, but she had hoped Blake would give more direction. She would just have to touch and taste her way to success.
Moving into her own thoughts, Leighton’s fingertips barely touched the skin while they began a languid and hesitant exploration of Blake’s body. Hooded blue eyes watched with patient intensity, anticipating the light caresses. The blonde took the hips straddling her waist into her hands, just needing to stay connected throughout their easy silence.
Leighton traced her index finger along the contoured flesh of the underside of Blake’s breast, her eyes taking in the goose bumps that followed in their wake. Flattening her palm out, she smoothed her hand up to Blake’s shoulder and lowered her head.
Blake knew just what to expect when she felt the brunette’s warm breaths swirling above her skin and her eyes automatically slid shut. But then she thought better of the action and quickly opened them, just fast enough to feel and see the tip of Leighton’s tongue circle her nipple. She hadn’t meant for the resulting groan to be so startling, but it took only an encouraging pet of dark hair for the movement to be repeated.
“That’s so good, Lei…” Blake was sure the brunette did not need her words for confidence - because the push of her hips and the breathy sighs were most likely enough - but she couldn’t refrain from telling her anyway. The mischievous smile on Leighton’s mouth could be felt as she acknowledged the remark and continued to lick lower. Her gaze flitted upward, connecting their eyes in an erotic stare.
When the touch of soft lips hit the blonde’s lower abs she placed her hand at the top of Leighton’s head, but had to struggle to keep her grip light. She knew better than to push her, but at the same time she wanted nothing more than to push her. Her sense of propriety held her in check and she let the brunette carry on at her own pace, which fortunately, seemed to be directly in tune with her desires.
The first graze of Leighton’s tongue was tentative and held an edge of innocence that had Blake moaning in great appreciation. Her strokes were not clumsy or unskilled by any means. In fact, the surprising attention to detail mixed with the awareness that this was the first time she had ever done such a thing, was infinitely arousing.
The brunette’s tongue alternated between swirling over Blake’s clit and sucking gently. The latter had Blake gasping unlike anyone had ever made her, the fast pressure and the slow release would be her undoing. Leighton kept at her task, sighing and making slight sounds of satisfaction against the blonde’s center, which had her fighting to control her traitorous body. Normally, Blake’s resolve could not be so easily broken, but with Leighton - although inexperienced - it was quickly crumbling under her actions.
Leighton did not have time to protest as Blake roughly grasped her bicep, pulling her up and then rolling their bodies over. But her legs easily parted for the blonde to settle between as she pinned her to the smooth sheets.
The excess moisture glossing her lips made them appear even fuller and more kissable, which was something Blake could just not ignore. The couple came together in a backwards manner, mouths parted to taste before lingering into softly pressed pecks.
“Are you sure you are a virgin?” Blake asked with an adoring genuine smile, her voice light and betraying of the thick seduction it had held earlier. She buried her fingers in russet colored hair and then waited for a reply to her teasing question. It was already clear that Leighton was the most virtuous woman she had ever had and it was this reality that had originally drawn her to the brunette, along with that tempting something that she could not quite describe yet.
Leighton tensed as she looked into Blake’s face and it took a few seconds for the words to be comprehended as humorous, not accusing. But along with the blonde’s humor came the obvious truth of the situation. She was most definitely a virgin and if Blake was to have her, it meant “ruining” herself in the unforgiving eyes of society and its unwritten rules.
Blake shifted her weight and the smooth slip of skin on skin brought Leighton back into the moment. Matters of etiquette and status would just have to be addressed at another time when she cared, if she ever cared. For now, she wanted to forget and she knew that Blake could help her do that.
Leighton covered the hand resting at her waist, and together she and Blake slowly guided it down between her legs. “You know I am.” Blake did not even try to contain her pleased groan when her fingertips sunk into the wet heat pooling there. There was that certain something, daring her to discover exactly what is was.
“Wait…” Blake whispered, removing her hand to rest it on the brunette’s upper thigh. Leighton seemed dismayed at the loss of contact, but the blonde brushing their cheeks together before giving her a tender smile swiftly dispelled it. “You are sure this is what you want?”
“Yes…” Leighton whispered back, the hushed tones adding to the intimacy of their closeness. A sudden surge of nervous adrenaline coursed through her veins, but just as she had on that very first night, she assured herself that Blake was much too gentle to let anything unpleasant happen.
The blonde’s fingers were careful as they pushed into Leighton’s core, and she waited a few moments before carrying on, letting the new sensations settle in. Little sighs and moans escaped both their lips when the pace was increased and soon they were working themselves into a slow burn that would not soon be tamed.
Blake…Blake…Blake… If it had been hell being called by her brother’s name that first night, then surely it was heaven to hear Leighton’s quick gasps in her ear, and fortunately for Blake, they would continue until Leighton made her forget and relearn her name over and over again.
*****
Blake pulled aside the heavy velvet drapes, revealing the calm scene beyond the glass. The snow had continued to fall heavily the previous night and the courtyards below the balcony were hazy, but the flawless snow illuminated the landscape with brightness. Looking over her shoulder, Blake followed the slice of light she had allowed into her darkened room to where it fell across a bare back and beautifully mussed, chocolate curls.
Leighton was laying on the cabernet colored sheets, sprawled out on her stomach and still in a deep sleep. One arm stretched above her head, which was turned away, while the other lied somewhere beside her face. Without even being able to see, Blake knew that her long black lashes were just barely resting on her ivory cheeks and her expression was one of complete ease.
The blonde smiled to herself. She could have stood staring for hours if she could resist the urge to kiss all the naked flesh exposed by the sheet draped low over Leighton’s waist, but she could not.
Blake silently walked across the room and situated herself atop the bed once more, trying to decide which part of the brunette’s body she wanted to caress her lips against first. A reddish pink mark at the nape of Leighton’s neck - undoubtedly left from the night’s events - caught her attention and she placed a feather light kiss over the area. Leighton flinched in her sleep and Blake repeated the action, this time letting her mouth linger a few moments more.
When she did not elicit another reaction, Blake skimmed her fingertips along the sleeping girl’s spine and continued to place soft kisses to her shoulders. Finally, a satisfied sounding murmur indicated that Leighton was beginning to wake.
“Have I disturbed you?” Blake whispered with a smirk, while watching the little frown that crossed Leighton’s face as she rolled over and squinted against the winter light.
The blonde moved, casting a shadow and then Leighton smiled up at her. “No.”
“You slept well?” The question sounded absent, but Blake could not help but be distracted when the brunette lying in her bed was stretching, and arching her back from its surface.
“Mhmm…” Leighton’s reply was playful, as if to say, ‘Must you ask?’
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” Blake leaned down and gently pressed their smiling lips together.
After they parted, Blake moved to take something from the table by her bedside while Leighton sat up, wrapping the slippery fabric of the sheets about her waist.
“For you,” announced the blonde, as she set an antiqued silver tray topped with croissants and delicate pastries between them.
“Ahh,” Leighton nonchalantly acknowledged the gesture and chose a pastry that had been elegantly finished with loops of light pink icing. “Do all the women you woo into your bed get this fine of treatment?”
“What? No, I mean…no.” Blake stammered a little, and then Leighton placed a hand on her thigh. Of course, Blake had been with other women but she never allowed them as far as her room, let alone her bed.
“Only a jest, Blake.” The brunette assured, took a bite of her breakfast, and then gave Blake a pleased smirk, her eyes conveying a silent ‘thank you.’
She almost breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted Leighton to believe was that she being taken advantage of, because that could not be further from the truth. In fact, if it was, Blake would not have been nervously twisting her cushion cut emerald and gold ring - the one passed down from her mother and the one she normally wore when not playing as her brother - around her finger, beneath the hem of the sheet.
She was sure Leighton had not seen it yet, for she had not been wearing it the night before. But when she woke in the morning and a completely outlandish notion began consuming her mind, she had taken it from her jewelry armoire and slipped it onto her finger. Even though she was not quite certain that she would allow another of her crazy schemes to get the better of her.
The blonde watched Leighton demurely munching on her pastry and she spun the ring once, twice, three times around her knuckle, until she could not stand it anymore.
“Marry me.” It was not so much of a question, as it was an abruptly blurted statement. So much so, that the confection held in Leighton’s fingertips made a ting sound as it fell back to the platter it had come from.
“What?” Leighton whispered softly, like if she spoke any louder her evident shock over Blake’s two powerful words would not be clear enough.
“Marry me.”
The brunette’s face contorted into one of thorough disbelief, but as Blake quickly assessed, not one of displeasure.
The smile that had been gracing her lips moments ago was gone and her mouth hung open slightly, while she resisted the words she wanted to say and searched for the words she should say. “Have you gone mad!?”
“Yes, yes I have…” Blake began to speak, but then stopped herself. She sounded regretful as she started to move from the mattress, only to have Leighton take her wrist and pull her back.
“This is crazy,” Leighton tried to explain, “this is just - how would it ever work!?”
Blake was closely keeping in mind that a definite ‘no’ had not been given, just exclamations of ridiculousness. “Say yes and I’ll find a way for it to work.”
She was grinning again, maybe subconsciously hoping that her blue eyes and bright smile would, yet again, be enough to make the brunette forget everything. “I’ll marry you as my brother, no one would know, no one knows our secret now, and then well, we’ll just run away!”
Blake was giddy, her eyes gleaming and Leighton could not find it in herself to make that look disappear.
“I can tell you’ve given this a lot of thought…” The brunette trailed off teasingly.
“Only since I awoke this morning.” admitted Blake, a sheepish quality showing on her face even while she slipped the emerald from her finger and its facets glinted in the light.
Leighton extending her left hand and Blake sliding the gold band over her knuckles was the initial sign of acceptance, and then her quiet whisper.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”