"So am I," he whispered back. "I wish we wouldn't do it. It is such a waste of time." His face turned sheepish with a little bit of something flashing across she couldn�t quite place.
"Earlier in the car I thought that we could have been much better occupied. I know, I had certain scenarios for our way back in mind, but arguing was not among them."
She tenderly ran her index finger over his nose, giggling when a raindrop started running down her finger. "And what exactly were those scenarios?"
"Ohh you know very well madam." He kissed her nose. "We should start to walk don't you think. There comes a time when you really can't get much more soaked to the skin."
She laughed folding her fingers with his and started to walk in the general direction of the palace. They were quiet for a few minutes mulling over the strange events of the evening. Clarisse's ill-placed jealousy, Joseph's insecurities about their relationship, her reluctance to really open up to him. They hadn't really answered all those fears or dealt with them sufficiently but right now it didn't seem to matter. They would deal with them, in the future they would... at some point anyway she hoped.
"You know perhaps we could prove another old adage right. Making up is the best part."
"Hmm, I believe you could be correct sweetheart.�
She walked a few steps more, but he didn't follow being much too busy looking at her figure. Soaked to the skin was the most correct description he had ever heard. The dress that had been clinging to her perfect shape was now plastered against her leaving no doubt as to anything anymore. And as if that wasn�t enough, the material had become sheer.
"Err darling..."
"Yes." She stopped and turned towards him.
"I think perhaps you should borrow my jacket."
�Why?�
"Well," he coughed trying to suppress his laughter. "Its either that or the butlers are going to get a real treat tonight."
She stared at him a little confused. "What do you mean?"
He swallowed heavily, suddenly incapable of forming any sound. If her backside was revealing then her front was absolutely... absolutely... "Clarisse..." he managed to choke out.
"Yes dear." She said sweetly her face was still a picture of innocence.
Suddenly, he didn't feel like standing in the freezing September rain soaked to the skin. He was burning. Fire spread through his body; a fire no rain could quench. With a growl he closed the two-step distance between them and hauled her into his arms.
She laughed as his mouth closed around the delicate skin at the base of her neck, her hands cradling his head. "Joseph..." she closed her eyes allowing the warmth to spread from the contact on her neck through her entire body. "Mmm, say something to me..."
"What would you like me to say?" He whispered continuing to kiss her.
"Something in Spanish. Something..."
He took a deep breath, looked up at her soaking face and smiled. "Est� lluvia es fr�a"
"Mmmm, what does that mean?" she mumbled running her hands down his back.
"This rain is cold." He laughed at her expression.
"Joseph!" She playfully hit his chest. "That's hardly romantic."
"I'm sorry. I want to carry you to bed, is that better?"
Her smile couldn�t have been more inviting. "I've been hoping you would offer me that.�
"So, madam, may I have the pleasure of carrying you to bed?" He gestured grandly.
"No," she said softly. "At least not yet, when we get to my rooms." She smiled, leant forward and kissed his mouth. "Is the offer of the jacket still open?"
"S�."
"Gracias." She smiled proudly.
"Ahh you see, perfect accent."
"Only for you. Please, tell me more."
"About your perfect accent?" he teased.
She chuckled. "No, silly. Talk to me in Spanish."
He laughed and circled her waist with his arms adopting an over exaggerated swagger. "Mi amor" He kissed her chin and gripped her hand pointing their hands forward together in an elaborate dance move.
She laughed along with him letting herself be swept into the exaggerated Tango.
One step, two steps... Her laughter became louder and he marvelled at it. Such a joyous and elated sound. All of a sudden he stopped as if he had turned to stone.
Clarisse stopped as well and looked at him concerned. "What is it Joseph?"
His eyes were intense as he looked into her upturned face. "Oh, mi amor..."
He breathed deeply; reaching a hand down and tracing it up the back of her leg. "Permita que quite sus medias mi querido" he was having a little too much fun now.
"I didn't understand that completely... but, ohhh, from the feel of your hands I'd say that it was positively naughty..."
"Hmmm, I said." He kissed her forehead. "Allow me to remove your stockings my dear...."
"Remove my stockings!" She laughed incredulously.
"A-ha," he nipped her ear with his teeth. "With my teeth."
Her eyes widened. "You..." she choked out, "You want what?"
You heard me... and I would also like to..."He dropped his voice into a low sexy murmur. "L�mase los dedos del pie."
"Lick my toes!" She giggled like a teenager, rather uncharacteristic for the usually stoic Queen. It urged him on even further.
"Taste the rain on your fingers." He sucked on one to make his point. "For you to tell me exactly what you want me to do." He kissed her mouth, slowly, sensually.
When he pulled back she was breathing heavily. "Oh Joseph..."
He whispered again "Har�a cualquier cosa para usted."
Coherent thought had a hard time in coming as he slowly moved from her mouth to her neck. She tilted her head back to grant him better access and closed her eyes. �I don�t know, or if I even want to know, what that means.� She breathed deeply. �But��
His hand was on her leg, just above her knee, slowly lifting the damp material up over her skin.
As his hand made contact with the naked flesh just above her stocking, she gasped. She pulled his mouth down for an ardent kiss and pushed herself firmly against him. "Forget about telling me," she said, "show me!"
"Show you..." he looked into her eyes, his desire clearly evident, hers shone in her eyes, in the way her body had begun to move against him almost of its own will. "I will only show you completely when we get out of this rain and you tell me to take you to bed."
"Take me to bed." She said eagerly, lifting her leg up to wrap around his. Goodness where had all these hormones come from?
"Ahhh." he placed a finger to her mouth, gripped her thigh that was wrapped around him. "You must say it in Spanish."
"Ohh but I don't know..." She pouted. "Please..."
"Repeat after me, with feeling otherwise it doesn't pass." He warned with a smile. "Ll�veme a la cama."
"Ll�...Ll�v... Could you say it again, please?" She asked with the most innocent expression. "We wouldn't want you not to be able to grant me my wish, only because I couldn't say it, would we?"
He couldn't help but laugh. "Alright tell me you love me and I'll let you off."
She wrapped her arms around his neck proudly, she knew this one. "Te quiero"
"Ahhh very good. Ll�veme a la cama."
"Lel, no, llev.... oh damn the bed take me against this tree!"
He laughed out loud. "Against this tree, hmm? My, my, we are behaving naughty, my Queen?"
"Yes we are, you make me feel naughty... I want you so badly, right now." She kissed his parted lips.
"Take me to bed, Joseph. Now!" She pressed herself against him even more. "Take me to bed and show me all those things you promised me." She smiled "Take off my stockings, lick my toes and whatever you have in mind, but do it. Now!"
"Oh how can I resist such a polite request?" He teased smiling. He kissed her once more sucking on her tongue for emphasis. "Come on..." He gripped her hand and almost ran to the French doors that marked an easy entrance into the palace.
Once inside, he didn't let go of her hand and quickly went towards the grand staircase. "Uhm...Your Majesty? Sir?" a voice came from the other side of the room.
Joseph turned his head, aggravated, towards the slight figure of the maid who stood on the other side of the hallway with her eyes wide open at seeing her monarch and the chief of security running into the palace, dripping wet and on top of it all - holding hands.
�Ahh her Majesty and I had to go the last steps on foot and as you can see, it is raining heavily outside. I need to make sure that Her Majesty will not catch a cold. So, if you will excuse us now."
"I was just going to say..." the poor woman was visibly shaking, the sight of the Queen barely covered in a pale pink dress that had turned almost see through... she tried not to stare at the sight. "That, erm, well there is a problem with the internal heating system, that's all."
"Oh," Clarisse barely registered the comments, the burning in her stomach too prominent to ignore. "But the fire is lit in my room?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Thank you." She turned with Joseph and hurried up the stairs, the maid's jaw almost hit the floor at the sight of the Queen's dress tugged up unevenly on one side revealing a rather large amount of her expensive silk stockings...
Clarisse could feel that her dress was no longer properly covering her legs, but didn't care at all about the fact. It was minor detail that could not hold her attention for even the fraction of a second. Not even a fire in the palace would have interested her, for the fire burning inside her was all consuming. All she was aware of was Joseph holding her hand, Joseph's body brushing hers as they climbed the final stairs in a rather a hurry Joseph pulling her towards her suite, Joseph's well-shaped body - more shown off then covered by his wet clothes, Joseph's back she could touch if only she raised her hand. Joseph's smell that filled her nose and excited her beyond belief, Joseph's voice as he quietly urged her on, Joseph... Everything came down to Joseph.
She couldn�t wait to finally reach her suite and be in his arms again, to take care of this fire inside her. She was shivering, but it was not from the cold.
She felt incredibly sexy; her hips seemed to have adopted a life of their own as she walked, the wetness of her dress clinging to her skin, her body curving towards his. The bare skin of her back... she could still feel his tongue on her skin; she wanted to feel it again. There were so many things running through her mind, so many things she wanted to do with him. Feelings were emerging within her that she wasn't even aware she possessed.
Joseph smiled to himself as they came closer to Clarisse�s suite. Oh God, what this woman was doing to him. She knew it and he knew that she loved every single second of it. Even though he was half a step ahead of her, he could just feel how her hips were swaying sensually, how she strained her body closer to his. To say they were both excited wasn't even touching the tip of the iceberg.
He breathed a sigh of relief when they finally rounded the corner near her suite. Only a few steps and they would be alone. Only a few steps and he could haul her into his arms, turn her around and taste her skin thoroughly. Casting a short look back to her, he registered with delight that her skin was still wet. Good. So, he could really lick the water off her like he had promised. He groaned quietly at the image of him crushing her body against his, bending her over and...
She found she was smiling uncontrollably; she couldn't stop it, how ridiculous she must look. She glanced down at the floor as she giggled to herself... goodness she wanted this to last all night. To make love with him over and over, to show just how much she meant those words, because she did mean them, she honestly did. Perhaps more now than she ever had. How could it be she could get to this age in life and fall in love? How could it be that love could be so glorious and all consuming and yet still so terrifying?
She shivered at the thought and squeezed Joseph's hand. He smoothly opened the door and held it back for her as they entered her room. She didn't wait for him, she stepped straight through the outer area and into the lounge, the fire burned in the hearth and she smiled in delight at the scene.
She moved to stand in front of the fire, sinking into the lush rug beneath her feet. When she turned Joseph was standing watching her expectantly... the look on his face, he adored her, more than that - he desired her. For the first time in her life she openly saw a man who desired her, who was lusting after her - she couldn't help but allow it to turn her on. She had power over him, then and there.
And it gave her an incredible feeling. She felt young, she felt alive, she felt sexy and daring. "Like what you see?" she asked coyly. She enjoyed it, it felt good, she intended to drag the moment on and make him wait. Make him long for her just a little bit more... while she had the chance.
She observed him swallow, watched his hand moving up over his incredibly well formed chest to his throat. He didn�t seem able to form words.
She stood in front of the fire, aware of the shadows casting over her body, the way the sheer dress was clinging. Oh dear Joseph... he was in for a treat. She bit down on her lip, reached to the straps on her dress and slipped them down slowly and sensually.
His eyes widened at the sight of her. Goodness, was it possible to come close to climax just by watching her standing in front of the fireplace? Did she know what she was doing to him?
He swallowed heavily. She was slowly beginning to remove her dress from her shoulders, though peeling it off was more like it. His eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath.
All it would take were a few steps and then he would be touching her, assisting her with her task of undressing, though he would probably rip the expensive silk off of her body. But the gleam in her eyes told him to stay rooted to the spot and enjoy the show she was putting on entirely for his benefit and so he stayed. And watched...
Clarisse noticed how he leant back against the door, how his chest rose heavily. She drew the dress down to the top of her breasts, oh how good it was going to be to feel his mouth on her, the way he paid such attention to her breasts, reverent and adoring in his manipulation of her body. She tingled at the thought and, although still a little nervous at putting on such a show, she brought her arms close together so her breasts swelled under the strain of the silk material.
She heard Joseph�s sharp intake of a ragged breath and allowed herself a small smile, obviously that little manoeuvre worked well. Pressing on she took hold of the dress with one hand and pulled it down, revealing her full creamy breasts entirely. She tilted her head back and with her other hand slowly dragged her fingers down her neck and between the valley of her breasts, the places he loved to kiss.
It was a good thing he had the door for support, his body wasn�t responding to his commands, his mind had drifted to a place where only feelings and sensations existed. With his eyes he roamed over her body, hungrily and possessively. To think that all of this glory was his for the taking. He took a deep breath. And then another. But the tightening in his lower abdomen wouldn't lessen. Neither would the uncomfortable feeling of his wet pants clinging to his quickly growing manhood. He squeezed his eyes shut for a short moment, willing his body to calm down, but it was no use.
She wiggled slightly, the dress slipped further down, resting on her hips. She circled her slim waist with her own hands and continued to stare at him, he hadn�t moved, perhaps he daren�t. She glanced down his body and noticed the way his trousers were straining� oh my indeed� the poor man must be in agony. Deciding to forego the rest of her striptease before he died from want she simply pushed the dress down from her hips and allowed it to pool at her feet. Oh he was in agony.
He had always thought of her as a goddess having come down from heaven to share her time with mere mortals, but the way she stood there now, only in her lavender silk underwear, in her stockings and shoes, her skin still glistening damp in the firelight, he knew that she was indeed a goddess. His goddess. His heart swelled with the thought. And to think that she loved him and had put this show on for him. It was incredible.
How he made the few steps from the door to the fireplace and her, he didn't know, couldn't remember at all later on. It must have been a bit awkward, considering just how aroused he already was and how the wet material of his trousers made walking even more difficult. But he crossed the small distance somehow and when his fingertips touched her skin, nothing mattered anymore.
She looked at him with her eyes wide and sparkling, an expectant expression gracing her features. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around so that her back was to him.
Running his hands over her shoulders and then over her arms he bent down and took a taste of the skin of her back. Goosebumps sprung up on her delicate skin and he couldn't help the proud smile that flashed across his face at her reaction. Bending down even further, he traced a trail with his tongue along the line of her spine.
Clarisse closed her eyes at the sweet sensation; though how he still had the patience to pay her body such attention when he was obviously so very close she had no idea� She felt her body begin to sway against his, his hands sliding around her waist as he kissed and licked her neck. She trailed her fingers across her stomach until she touched his hands, directing one to her breast the other she lifted to her mouth and began to suck on each finger individually.
They were practically dancing, their bodies in unison moving to the beat inside their heads, it seemed their heartbeats had fallen into sync with one another and she marvelled at the feel of it. Perfection, this was what she�d longed for her entire life and she hadn�t even been aware of it. She couldn�t even comprehend how they must look at that moment, only in her underwear and shoes with her bareback firmly pressed against her head of security�s fully clothed and rather fine body. The thought struck her and she opened her eyes and pulled her body forward a little, she didn�t wish to end the contact but it was about time Joseph got out of those wet clothes�
She turned smoothly in his arms. He raised an eyebrow watching her intently.
�Time to undress�� She said, unsure of her voice.
She was proud of herself, despite her trembling hands she managed to make short work of his shirt and threw it aside. His skin was damp beneath it and she smoothed her warm hands over his chest, her nails just grazing his skin.
She looked to his face for encouragement but his eyes were closed, one of his hands gripped hers, the other hung at his side. God what was she doing to him?
She dropped her hand to the buckle on his trousers and quickly relieved him of the wet material, bending and stroking down his legs as she slid his trousers off. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and she slowly stood up pressing her skin full-length against his. She kissed his trembling mouth and pushed her lower body against his, he groaned loudly and she moved back a little.
�I�m sorry�� She whispered kissing his face. ��Sorry.�
�Clarisse�� He breathed sensually. �I want you so badly, you have no idea��
�Oh, I think I do.� She smiled and kissed his mouth again.
She stepped back and lifted her leg bending to remove her shoes.
�What are you doing?�
�Taking my shoes off silly.� She smiled up at him but he reached for her hands.
�Don�t, not yet��
She cocked her head in confusion, but he simply smiled. "Later, maybe."
"Maybe?" She breathed, folding her fingers with his. "Maybe?"
"Yes, later. Maybe." he grinned.
A song was starting to play in his mind and he put his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, swaying them slowly to the imagined music. Running his tongue over the tender spot between her neck and shoulders, he slowly swayed them lower and lower until his knees were touching the rug on the floor.
She was a little surprised by the move and pressed herself against him for balance. Her hands came to rest on his back running up and down his spine and he moaned against her skin.
Her skin touched the rug and she fell back from his grasp and stretched her arms out over the softness, looking up at him half-expectantly, half-teasing. Arching her back up to him ready for his touch.
He linked an arm beneath her back and held her body close to his, her face only an inch from his.
"You're going to kill me Clarisse, slowly, and sensually..."
She smiled deliciously. "Can you imagine a more pleasant way to die?"
He laughed out loud and rested his face in the crook of her neck for a second. "No my darling. There is no better way to die than in your arms. Making love to you."
"Then make love to me..." She lifted his chin with her finger. "Now."
"I want you to be ready, it might be a little... well, uncomfortable."
"Joseph, believe me, it couldn't ever be uncomfortable." She emphasised her point by lifting her leg over his and pressing her warm thigh against his leg.
He groaned and dipped his mouth to hers. "I wanted to do it slowly, kiss every inch of your beautiful body." His breathing was deep.
"Later..." She responded kissing him in return and reaching for the top of his boxers.
Holding her close to him with one hand, his other went to glide along her leg that she had wrapped around him.
Shifting a little, he helped her push his black boxers down. With a little wriggling they came off and he returned the favour stripping her of her underwear. Finally they were both completely naked. Well, almost completely naked as he realised with a delighted groan, feeling her stocking covered legs against his own.
Settling himself between her thighs he once again directed his attention to the tender skin of her neck, kissing her jaw, wandering down her d�collet�.
She was tingling inside, a sweet tightness already building in her stomach in anticipation of feeling him inside her. She dragged her nails up his back, lifted both her legs a little higher in encouragement.
"Joseph..." She whispered, closing her eyes for a second then opening them again, she wanted to see him in the soft glow of the firelight.
His lips came down on hers; she willingly opened her mouth to him, feeling his tongue teasing hers. Her hand was on his neck, tracing gentle patterns, she lifted her foot and caught the back of his leg and for a split second his moan wasn't of a pleasurable nature... she still had her shoes on! The thought both shocked and amused her, she still had her shoes on, she was making love with her shoes on...
She giggled despite the intensity of the moment and his mouth left hers to whisper. "What's funny?"
"Nothing... I'm reckless with you." She circled his back with her arms and pressed herself tight against him, her breasts brushing his chest.
In any other situation he would have used that random line to tease her with it a little, but now he was too far-gone to even register it fully. Her breasts brushing against his chest sent a jolt to every nerve and her slight wiggling underneath him brought her most intimate parts into even closer contact to him.
All thoughts of taking it slow, of doing this sensually and tenderly were gone. The only thing on his mind was to be inside her. Now.
He touched her face with his shaking fingers, dropped his mouth to hers then whispered, "I love you..."
"I love you." She said clearly, linking her hands around his neck. "I do, I do...." She lifted her mouth to place kisses over his face and as she did he slowly and gently joined their bodies.
She gasped a little; they were still, swimming in the emotions that unfolded in the touch of body to body. Then she lifted her body to his and he moved within her.
She held onto him for dear life, while his movements within her became more and more frantic. Her almost unintelligible words were spurring him on to move even faster.
"I love you. I love you�" he panted, feeling the pressure building within him.
"I'm sorry we argued, I'm sorry I'm huffy." She half said, half moaned as he moved above her.
�God, don�t say things like that now Clarisse� it�s forgotten, my love, mi amor, mi amor dulce, hermoso ohhh perfecci�n��
And then she moaned his name and he felt her shudder against him, around him, and it sent him over the edge.
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She held him still against her, his head on her shoulder� his mouth already kissing her tender skin again; she closed her eyes and allowed the warmth to flow through her body. The exhaustion and complete fulfilment taking over her muscles and leaving her totally relaxed, peaceful, whole.
He moved a little on top of her, she sensed him looking at her face and she smiled. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her lips, down her neck, over her chest and between her breasts, down her stomach, tickling her bellybutton. She giggled her hands losing contact with his shoulders as he moved further down.
He was at her thigh, kissing above her stockings, his fingers toying with the top of the silky material. He sat back on his knees, running his hands down her long shapely legs, rolling the material down. He got to her ankles and slowly removed her shoes then tugged her stockings off. Satisfied he dropped down again and kissed her toes.
�Ahhh, Joseph�� She squirmed beneath him, finally opening her eyes and lifting herself onto her elbows to look down at him.
�I promised didn�t I.�
She broke into a delighted smile, arching her body sensually and breathing a sigh. "So you did, my love."
"So...." She breathed lying back contended. "How do you like my feet Mr. Joseph?"
He paused in his kissing of her soles and grinned. She was too endearing the way she asked this coy question. "Before, I can endeavour a final answer to this question, I have to make further inquiries, I'm afraid, Madame." he circled her toes with his fingers. "May I, however compliment you on the fine choice of nail polish. I must say the colour went very nicely with your dessous."
"Why thank you Sir, I could arrange for you to receive a similar treatment, at no cost to yourself..."
"Only my self-esteem."
"Oh, I don't know." She teased.
Joseph nipped her little toe with his teeth.
"Hey!!" She pulled her foot back. "That's not part of the deal."
"We have a deal?" He remarked grinning.
She pushed herself further up - or better she tried to, which wasn�t easy considering the fact that he was still holding her leg. Not that she would have complained. The way his hand traced patterns on her calves and the way he was manipulating her foot with his mouth left her dizzy with desire.
"Yes," She demanded. "The deal was you suck my toes."
"Funny - I don't recall signing anything."
"You didn't have to..." She reached forward and gripped his forearm levering herself forward. "Your 'deal' was saying you'd do it in the first place and I am going to hold you to it."
"Then my dear." He tapped her nose with his index finger. "My part of the deal is fulfilled. So the only thing that remains is for your thanks..."
"And how, might I ask, do you intend I do that?"
He let go of her foot, but didn't relinquish his hold on her leg. With his other hand, he carefully pushed her back onto the rug. Studying her intently, he settled back and muttered.
"Let me think of something. I am sure, there is something that you could do for me��
"You are insatiable Joseph..." She sighed licking her lips.
"What can I say, her majesty brings out the best in me." He dipped his mouth to hers but she placed a finger on his chin.
"Don't call me that here."
"Sorry." He mouthed, kissing her fingers. "Clarisse. My love."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mi amor." She said deliciously.
"Ahh you learnt it."
"You said it repeatedly, it was easy to pick up."
"Oh you are quite wonderful..." He kissed her forehead stretching his body over hers.
"Joseph... let's go to bed."
"Now? I had plans..."
"Hmm, what are they?"
"Well," he smiled mysteriously, "after I have fulfilled my part of the deal...maybe, we could have a little...of your suggestion." His grin broadened.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What suggestion would that be?" she asked, a little nervous. That grin of his didn�t bode well. What in heaven's name had she asked him to do earlier?
"The suggestion about you, me and the tree, my dear."
She felt the blush rise up her chest over her neck to her cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
He pressed himself closer to her, rubbing her breasts with his chest and kissing the base of her neck. "Oh I think you know exactly..."
She closed her eyes in delight and mumbled. "I really don't know how you could think I, of all people, would suggest such an act of total abandon. Really Joseph..." She groaned. "Sometimes I think you don't know me at all."
He laughed. "Tease."
She raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"Fake promises... tease," He kissed her bottom lip.
"And just how do you suggest I come good on this so-called promise... I'm not going out in the rain now, in case you hadn't noticed I'm naked."
"And very beautiful with it."
She giggled. "How about we play pretend in the shower...."
He tenderly cupped her cheek "No, mi amor. I think I have a better idea." At her questioning gaze, he smiled mysteriously. Then he slowly rose from their more or less lying position and went towards her bedroom door.
Clarisse was a little confused, but couldn't help a saucy and possessive smile at the sight of his rather nice backside retreating. Licking her lips, she gleefully thought: "Mine. All mine!"
She stretched out on the rug completely, enjoying the incredible fact that she was lying on the floor, stark naked in front of the fireplace after a most delicious round of lovemaking. By God, who'd have ever thought she would experience something so wonderful. That she could actually love and be loved like that. She felt a single tear running down the side of her face. Oh, the wonders this man had brought into her life.
"Joseph? Where are you?" she languidly called.
"You do realize that if somebody really put his mind to finding out what is going on between us, would now have his answer?" his voice floated above her and she opened her eyes to find him standing before her.
With a slight pout she also saw that he was dressed in a silk black dressing gown, in his hands was some ivory material.
She decided to let his comment slide. After all, it didn't matter anymore. If people found out - it didn't matter. "What is that?" she asked instead, pointing to the material in his hands.
He smiled tenderly. �Your gown, my lady."
"Oh but Joseph. I'm happy as I am." She said playfully, lifting the upper half of her body up to him for emphasis. "Don't you see..."
He coughed. "Oh I see very well."
Giving him a victorious smile she sat up and took hold of his extended hand. It was so good touching him and she felt a jolt of pleasure at the contact. Within seconds, she was standing as well and slipping into the dressing gown.
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