Lemon Lime Sobert Binge + Pocky Chain, Malt: Twelve Moments with Edward and Marguerite
Author: lady_leia_solo
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index Under Construction)
Title: Twelve Moments with Edward and Marguerite
Challenge: Lemon Lime Sherbet
Toppings and Extra: Pocky Chain and Malt from the I'll Jingle Your Bells Ficathon shayna611's prompt: A flavor binge of either Lemon Chiffon or Lemon Lime Sorbet
Word Count: 1,200
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Rating: R
Notes: This particular piece takes place from 1140 to 1142 AW. The dates aren't concrete because I'm all disorganized. Marguerite is the youngest of Henri I, King of Monde and his second queen, Anna Everart's two daughters. Edward is the King of Tucia, a country in Adeodata. The pieces are written in the order of the prompts. Lastly, I've decided to do both flavor binges, but I'll only claim the malt for one. Look out for the second in the next few weeks :D
“Where are we?” Marguerite whispered.
Edward shushed her as they made their way inside a large chamber. The room was dark, but Marguerite could make out a long table and chairs on each side of it.
“Is this?”
Edward smiled in the dark.
“This is the council chamber?”
Edward came closer to her. He put his arm around her waist and drew her closer to him.
“I thought women weren’t allowed in here,” she whispered against his chest.
“They aren’t,” he said playing with strands of her chestnut brown hair. “But it’ll be just between us, our little secret okay?”
***
“Look it’s Her Majesty!”
The crowded cheered outside their carriage. Marguerite laughed and waved at the people that had come to see her on this day, her coronation day.
“May God Bless You!” A man ran alongside the carriage.
“I can’t believe all this is for me,” Marguerite said turning to her husband.
“They love you,” Edward said leaning over. He pressed a kiss against her cheek.
The crowds cheered.
“Kiss her again, Your Majesty!”
Edward smiled and turned to Marguerite. She blushed and looked down.
He tipped her head back up. “Shall we oblige them?”
Marguerite nodded. “Yes, let’s.”
***
He pulled her into a corner. He began kissing her neck before going lower.
“Edward, we can’t do this here. We’re in public!”
He didn’t raise his head as he kissed lower.
“We aren’t in public, Marguerite. We are in the palace. This is our home.”
Marguerite sighed as he kissed the top of her breasts.
“But someone could walk by. We should move this to the bedchamber.”
He fondled her breasts making her groan audibly. They heard someone cough behind them.
Edward looked up. His mother stood there.
Marguerite blushed. The Queen smiled.
“Just passing by don’t mind me.
***
The stars were shining bright tonight. Marguerite sighed as she pulled on her dark blue dressing gown.
“What’s wrong?” Edward asked from the bed.
“I was just wondering what Betha was doing,” she said without turning around.
“She’s pregnant isn’t she?”
Marguerite nodded.
“She’s probably trying to get all the rest she can. My ambassador tells me that Prince Juan is a handful.”
Marguerite turned away from the window and walked over to the bed.
“I just wish she would write. She’s…all I have in this world anymore.”
Edward reached for her. “You have me.”
She smiled. “I have you.”
***
He was whispering in her ear. He wasn’t really saying anything or at least anything that she could make out.
He kissed her neck.
“This is dreadfully boring,” he said.
They were in the Royal Chapel listening to the Priest preach the holy word.
“It may be boring, but it will make us better people and save our souls.”
Edward grinned. “You sound like my mother.”
“I am not your mother.”
He gripped her thigh making her grasp.
“You are definitely not my mother. I have never wanted to fuck my mother.”
“Edward, remember where you are,” she scolded lightly.
***
Edward walked into the Queen’s Apartments. Marguerite was still in bed.
He eased down on the bed and began rubbing her side. She sighed and opened her eyes. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw that it was him.
“Expecting someone else?”
Marguerite sat up. She smiled shyly.
“Of course not.”
Edward smiled.
“You should call in your ladies.”
“Why?”
Edward nicked the cleft in her chin. “Because you’ll need to get dressed as I’m taking you along for the hunt today.”
Marguerite’s mouth opened and closed. She smiled.
“You’re so good to me,” she whispered into his chest.
***
Marguerite put down her book. Edward was sleeping in her apartments tonight. He had a bowl of strawberries on the end table next to the right side of the bed.
“You’re going to make a mess,” she said pulling the covers up over herself.
Edward grinned and yanked them back.
“What are you doing?”
“Food has many uses, Marguerite,” he said placing a strawberry against her lips.
She bit into it.
“Like what?”
The strawberry juice left a trail from her lips to her neck. He leaned forward and licked it off before grinning at her.
“Let me show you.”
***
Edward panted above her. Marguerite thrust her breasts forward.
“Why’d you stop?”
Edward groaned. “I was about to come.”
“So?”
“I want it to last longer,” Edward said wiping his brow.
Marguerite gazed at him.
Suddenly he shifted and brought her above him.
“Edward…?”
He reached up and cupped her breasts. She groaned and leaned into his hands.
“Move your hips, Marguerite.”
She thrust forward tentatively. Edward groaned.
“That’s it,” he said placing his hands on her lips.
Marguerite looked down at him. His eyes were closed and he was muttering. She smiled. She liked this, the power she held.
***
“Tell me something, Marguerite.”
She looked up from the papers she was reading. Edward was lounging in a chaise across the room.
“What?”
He grinned. “Am I as good in your dreams?”
Marguerite blushed. “What do you mean?”
He stood and up and strolled towards her. “While you sleep, you call my name. You never call my name when we make love.”
She blushed harder. “I’m sure I have and you just don’t remember.”
“Do you doubt me?” He asked seriously.
“No, but…”
He pulled her up from the desk. “I’ll get you to say my name yet, my dear.”
***
He pulled her hands down to his crotch.
“Do you see what you do to me?”
“Edward, we’re in public.”
They were at a masque. Though all the courtiers faces were hid behind masks and plenty of other couples were even closer than they, Marguerite didn’t feel right holding him like this. She had to set an example.
Edward grinned and rubbed against her.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you Marguerite? I think of you constantly. During chapel, I think of spreading your legs wide and thrusting into you.”
Marguerite blushed.
“You torture me so.”
***
Marguerite sighed as Edward kissed the path from her breasts to her cunny.
“You taste so good,” he said against her stomach.
“What do I taste like?”
She felt his smile against her.
“You taste like youth and beauty with a side of seduction.”
She rubbed his head. “I taste like all that?”
Edward grinned as he made his way down.
“Yes,” he breathed against her. “I could feast on you for the rest of my God given days.”
He gripped her hips making her gasped. She closed her eyes as he liked her clit. He’d make her feel good.
***
She had something to tell him.
Edward was lying against her chest. He was fiddling with the lace on her nightgown.
“Dear,” she started.
“Yes?”
She was quiet. She didn’t know how to break it to him.
He looked up.
“What is it, Marguerite?”
She smiled and placed his hands against her belly.
“Soon Tucia will have its heir.”
He stared at her. “You mean?”
She nodded. “I am with child.”
Edward grinned and laid his head against her belly.
“I can’t believe it.”
She smiled. She couldn’t believe that this much happiness was possible and for someone like her.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index Under Construction)
Title: Twelve Moments with Edward and Marguerite
Challenge: Lemon Lime Sherbet
Toppings and Extra: Pocky Chain and Malt from the I'll Jingle Your Bells Ficathon shayna611's prompt: A flavor binge of either Lemon Chiffon or Lemon Lime Sorbet
Word Count: 1,200
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Rating: R
Notes: This particular piece takes place from 1140 to 1142 AW. The dates aren't concrete because I'm all disorganized. Marguerite is the youngest of Henri I, King of Monde and his second queen, Anna Everart's two daughters. Edward is the King of Tucia, a country in Adeodata. The pieces are written in the order of the prompts. Lastly, I've decided to do both flavor binges, but I'll only claim the malt for one. Look out for the second in the next few weeks :D
“Where are we?” Marguerite whispered.
Edward shushed her as they made their way inside a large chamber. The room was dark, but Marguerite could make out a long table and chairs on each side of it.
“Is this?”
Edward smiled in the dark.
“This is the council chamber?”
Edward came closer to her. He put his arm around her waist and drew her closer to him.
“I thought women weren’t allowed in here,” she whispered against his chest.
“They aren’t,” he said playing with strands of her chestnut brown hair. “But it’ll be just between us, our little secret okay?”
***
“Look it’s Her Majesty!”
The crowded cheered outside their carriage. Marguerite laughed and waved at the people that had come to see her on this day, her coronation day.
“May God Bless You!” A man ran alongside the carriage.
“I can’t believe all this is for me,” Marguerite said turning to her husband.
“They love you,” Edward said leaning over. He pressed a kiss against her cheek.
The crowds cheered.
“Kiss her again, Your Majesty!”
Edward smiled and turned to Marguerite. She blushed and looked down.
He tipped her head back up. “Shall we oblige them?”
Marguerite nodded. “Yes, let’s.”
***
He pulled her into a corner. He began kissing her neck before going lower.
“Edward, we can’t do this here. We’re in public!”
He didn’t raise his head as he kissed lower.
“We aren’t in public, Marguerite. We are in the palace. This is our home.”
Marguerite sighed as he kissed the top of her breasts.
“But someone could walk by. We should move this to the bedchamber.”
He fondled her breasts making her groan audibly. They heard someone cough behind them.
Edward looked up. His mother stood there.
Marguerite blushed. The Queen smiled.
“Just passing by don’t mind me.
***
The stars were shining bright tonight. Marguerite sighed as she pulled on her dark blue dressing gown.
“What’s wrong?” Edward asked from the bed.
“I was just wondering what Betha was doing,” she said without turning around.
“She’s pregnant isn’t she?”
Marguerite nodded.
“She’s probably trying to get all the rest she can. My ambassador tells me that Prince Juan is a handful.”
Marguerite turned away from the window and walked over to the bed.
“I just wish she would write. She’s…all I have in this world anymore.”
Edward reached for her. “You have me.”
She smiled. “I have you.”
***
He was whispering in her ear. He wasn’t really saying anything or at least anything that she could make out.
He kissed her neck.
“This is dreadfully boring,” he said.
They were in the Royal Chapel listening to the Priest preach the holy word.
“It may be boring, but it will make us better people and save our souls.”
Edward grinned. “You sound like my mother.”
“I am not your mother.”
He gripped her thigh making her grasp.
“You are definitely not my mother. I have never wanted to fuck my mother.”
“Edward, remember where you are,” she scolded lightly.
***
Edward walked into the Queen’s Apartments. Marguerite was still in bed.
He eased down on the bed and began rubbing her side. She sighed and opened her eyes. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw that it was him.
“Expecting someone else?”
Marguerite sat up. She smiled shyly.
“Of course not.”
Edward smiled.
“You should call in your ladies.”
“Why?”
Edward nicked the cleft in her chin. “Because you’ll need to get dressed as I’m taking you along for the hunt today.”
Marguerite’s mouth opened and closed. She smiled.
“You’re so good to me,” she whispered into his chest.
***
Marguerite put down her book. Edward was sleeping in her apartments tonight. He had a bowl of strawberries on the end table next to the right side of the bed.
“You’re going to make a mess,” she said pulling the covers up over herself.
Edward grinned and yanked them back.
“What are you doing?”
“Food has many uses, Marguerite,” he said placing a strawberry against her lips.
She bit into it.
“Like what?”
The strawberry juice left a trail from her lips to her neck. He leaned forward and licked it off before grinning at her.
“Let me show you.”
***
Edward panted above her. Marguerite thrust her breasts forward.
“Why’d you stop?”
Edward groaned. “I was about to come.”
“So?”
“I want it to last longer,” Edward said wiping his brow.
Marguerite gazed at him.
Suddenly he shifted and brought her above him.
“Edward…?”
He reached up and cupped her breasts. She groaned and leaned into his hands.
“Move your hips, Marguerite.”
She thrust forward tentatively. Edward groaned.
“That’s it,” he said placing his hands on her lips.
Marguerite looked down at him. His eyes were closed and he was muttering. She smiled. She liked this, the power she held.
***
“Tell me something, Marguerite.”
She looked up from the papers she was reading. Edward was lounging in a chaise across the room.
“What?”
He grinned. “Am I as good in your dreams?”
Marguerite blushed. “What do you mean?”
He stood and up and strolled towards her. “While you sleep, you call my name. You never call my name when we make love.”
She blushed harder. “I’m sure I have and you just don’t remember.”
“Do you doubt me?” He asked seriously.
“No, but…”
He pulled her up from the desk. “I’ll get you to say my name yet, my dear.”
***
He pulled her hands down to his crotch.
“Do you see what you do to me?”
“Edward, we’re in public.”
They were at a masque. Though all the courtiers faces were hid behind masks and plenty of other couples were even closer than they, Marguerite didn’t feel right holding him like this. She had to set an example.
Edward grinned and rubbed against her.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you Marguerite? I think of you constantly. During chapel, I think of spreading your legs wide and thrusting into you.”
Marguerite blushed.
“You torture me so.”
***
Marguerite sighed as Edward kissed the path from her breasts to her cunny.
“You taste so good,” he said against her stomach.
“What do I taste like?”
She felt his smile against her.
“You taste like youth and beauty with a side of seduction.”
She rubbed his head. “I taste like all that?”
Edward grinned as he made his way down.
“Yes,” he breathed against her. “I could feast on you for the rest of my God given days.”
He gripped her hips making her gasped. She closed her eyes as he liked her clit. He’d make her feel good.
***
She had something to tell him.
Edward was lying against her chest. He was fiddling with the lace on her nightgown.
“Dear,” she started.
“Yes?”
She was quiet. She didn’t know how to break it to him.
He looked up.
“What is it, Marguerite?”
She smiled and placed his hands against her belly.
“Soon Tucia will have its heir.”
He stared at her. “You mean?”
She nodded. “I am with child.”
Edward grinned and laid his head against her belly.
“I can’t believe it.”
She smiled. She couldn’t believe that this much happiness was possible and for someone like her.