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ForevaXena's FanFic . . .
Uninvited
by Deb Kern
Disclaimer:
Copyright:
This is an alternative uber tale. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is not to be used for profit.
Subtext
and Sex: Yes and yes. If the idea of two women loving each other is not your cup
of tea; go get a glass of milk and skip this. If you are under the age of 18
years of age or this type of story is illegal in your state or country, please
do not read it.
Violence
and Language: There are scenes of fighting. The language is pretty mild.
Credits:
This story line is completely my own, but the poem that is found as a journal
entry in Section Three is by a very talented poet. I inquired if she would lend
her beautiful words to this story and she accepted. I cannot tell you how
honored and grateful I am. Thank you Renotta. Your poetry is always a source of
inspiration.
Dedication:
This is for my twin sister. She has been a constant source of inspiration and
encouragement and like me, is a huge romantic. You’re amazing.
Thank
You: Big
hugs to Cindy at ForevaXena, Stacia, and Tracey for beta reading and for your
words of encouragement. Kisses to The Bard’s Village for all the wonderful
feedback and for giving me a home in your talented community. A big thank you to
Mary D for the Xippy’s on "Written
in My Days" and "My
Cup of Tea". I’m a beginning writer and these awards have encouraged
my to write on.
Email: dikern@aol.com
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Rosa paced back and
forth across the floor, wringing her hands and trying to bring her thoughts to
rest. Everything about this situation was growing increasingly risky and for her
family, there was a real possibility that they could suffer hardships brought on
by an angry king.
"They’ve been in
there a long time." Rosa stopped walking to address the captain.
"It
just seems that way to us," Luc commented.
"Yes, it does,"
Fredrick said. "Do you think it’s a good or bad sign that they’re still
talking?"
"I think the
indication that it could be good is that there’s been no yelling or things
being thrown about the room," Luc said. "I’ve seen the king’s temper get
the best of him at times, especially when Catherine’s been meddling."
"Has
she ever done anything this deceitful?" Rosa asked.
"Umm
. . . no, this pretty much tops anything she’s ever tried before,"
Luc said, squinting his eyes.
"Oh,
that makes me feel much better," Rosa said sarcastically.
Catherine lifted her
head from her hands and stared across the room. She was trying to think of a way
that Danielle could remain in Spain without causing shame or talk about their
family, but so far she was at a loss. It was far too late to try and fake her
daughter’s death, as many of the French soldiers had now seen her firsthand
and witnessed her fainting spell.
Looking over at her
husband, who was leaning against a large bookcase that housed the doctor’s
medical books, Catherine suddenly had a thought. She stood up and walked to his side. Without saying a word,
she scanned the books and then pulled one out, turned the pages, and began to
read.
"Excuse me, my
dear," Louis said, laughing. "I didn’t realize that you were also a
doctor. What else haven’t you told me?"
"Remember how you
said you were worried about Danielle?" Catherine asked, continuing to read and
ignoring his humor. "You know, when you first walked in and she looked pale
and then fainted?"
"Yes."
"Well, the soldiers
saw that too, before you dismissed them outside, that is," Catherine
continued. "They must be wondering about that."
"Go
on."
"What if there was
something wrong with her?" Catherine asked slyly. "What if she developed a
sickness that was causing her weakness and prevented her from travelling back to
France? What if she contracted . . . say smallpox, for instance?"
"Smallpox?" Louis
asked, alarmed. "Catherine, that can be very deadly and very contagious."
"That’s true,"
Catherine said. "However, according to this journal, smallpox starts as a
fever that can make you very weak and then soon after, small red bumps appear
everywhere. It can cause death, that is true, but it can also leave people
disfigured and disabled."
"What
are you getting at?" Louis looked directly into his wife’s eyes.
"Louis," Catherine
began, "If Danielle had smallpox she would naturally have to stay here to be
treated. We, of course, would need to get back to the affairs of France. Because
smallpox is so contagious, we would be forced to leave her here to quarantine
her from contact with others. The recovery process can be very long and if, for
instance, she was left crippled or incapacitated by some means, she could
possibly never be strong enough to make the trip back to France."
"I see," Louis
said. "And the generosity shown by the Cordobas to care for our sick and
crippled daughter would also appear to others to show that our allegiance with
Spain is firmly rooted and that both countries hold high esteem for each
other."
"Yes," Catherine
said. "The Cordobas are a wonderful and caring family and our faith in leaving
Danielle with them would only prove to the people back in France that Spain is
our ally. Plus, at the invitation of our friends in Spain, we could visit our
poor daughter whenever we liked."
"I
only see one problem with this," Louis said.
"And
what’s that?"
"Danielle would
eventually have to leave the Cordoba villa, don’t you think? I mean, even if
she did remain in Spain permanently, she’d go crazy if she didn’t get out
once in a while," Louis said sympathetically.
"I do see your
point," Catherine said. "But somehow I think our daughter could conjure up a
pretty convincing limp that would fool people if necessary or pretend to be
tired and out of breath or weak even. She’s quite the actress, you know. I’m
sure she wouldn’t mind leaning on Maria for support when they were out in
public, either."
"Very funny," Louis
said, grabbing his wife, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around in
circles.
"Put
me down," Catherine laughed.
"Now," Louis said
in between spins, "I know exactly where Danielle got all her imagination and
creativity from. Like mother like daughter."
"Does this mean
you’ll agree to this?" Catherine asked as Louis placed her back on the
floor.
"It sounds perfect to
me," he said and stepped closer, kissing his wife firmly on the lips.
"I love you,"
Catherine sighed as she pulled slowly away. "I know Rosa and Fredrick will
agree to this, I mean they were going to fake her death, for heaven’s sake.
And I’m sure the doctor won’t mind verifying Danielle’s disease, so all we
have to do is tell Danielle that she’ll have to lay low here for awhile and
pretend to be sick."
"I think it would
only be right that to have Luc stay here for a time with her," Louis
contemplated as he ran his fingers along the side of his chin. "It will look
better that we’ve left our best man with the princess. Eventually, after time
has passed, he can return with an update on Danielle’s progress, and that
should serve to convince the people of just how serious her health problem is.
We will need to leave a handful of scouts also. They will be our messengers with
reports from the doctor."
"I suppose you’re
right about Luc," Catherine said. "He’ll probably think he’s being
punished by being forced to stay behind, though."
"Remember who he is,
My Queen," Louis said. "He’s a captain who was planning on lying to his
king. He knows if I’d truly wanted to punish him, I’d have his head for
that. Plus, it is his sworn duty to protect Danielle and I doubt he himself
would have it any other way."
"You’re right,"
Catherine hugged the king once more. "Let’s go tell our daughter how sick
she looks."
The door swung open and
three sets of eyes stared at the royal couple existing the room. Luc swallowed
hard and held his breath.
"Captain,
where is Danielle?" Louis asked.
"She’s
upstairs, Your Highness," Luc said, standing to attention.
"I’ll
get her, she’s with Maria." Rosa offered.
"That’s quite all
right," Louis said. "We’d like to talk to them both for just a minute. I
would ask all of you to remain here and please bring the doctor to the parlor.
We’d like to a have a word with you when we’re done talking to Danielle and
Maria."
"Certainly,
Your Highness," Rosa said, curtsying.
Louis put his hand on
this wife’s waist and began to escort her up the stairs. Before the queen left
the room, she turned and winked at Rosa.
Danielle stirred,
blinking her eyes, as she became aware of the strong arm holding her. She was so
exhausted but even in her worried state she felt safe enough in Maria’s arms
to doze off.
"Hello,"
Maria whispered. "How are you feeling?"
"She’s feeling very
ill," Catherine said, walking into the room, the king stood directly behind
her.
"Mother, Father."
Danielle struggled to wake up and remove herself from Maria’s grasp.
"Relax, daughter,"
Louis said, stepping around his wife. "I know everything, and according to
your mother, there is no safer place for you than next to this brave woman."
"Your
Majesty," Maria bowed her head. "It’s an honor."
"The pleasure is all
mine and I must first thank you for risking your life to save my daughter,"
Louis said. "Catherine tells me you’ve been seriously injured. How are you
feeling?"
"I’m better, Your
Majesty," Maria said. "Thank you for inquiring. The doctor tells me I’ll
recover from my injury. It will only be a matter of time and I’ll be as good
as new."
"We’re
both glad to hear that," Louis said.
"I’ve told your
father everything, Danielle. I left nothing out." Catherine took a deep breath
as she spoke.
"Father, I love Ma .
. .," Danielle stood up and tried to speak but was abruptly stopped.
"No, you don’t have
to say a word," the King said. "I believe I understand what you feel and
your mother and I have agreed that you two should be together, but it must be
done in a way that will not cause talk. Your mother will explain it to you both
and you will have to agree to every detail. It won’t be easy, Danielle, but at
least is gives us the option of seeing you again and gives you the opportunity
to remain in Spain with Maria."
Danielle sat down on
the bed next to Maria and held her hand. Obviously her father had by some
miracle listened to her mother and found it in his heart to grant her the
happiness that she knew could only be found with this Spanish woman. She was
speechless for maybe the first time in her life. She sat motionless as her
mother related the details of the disease smallpox and the plans that had just
been laid out moments earlier with her father.
Tears began to form in
her eyes as she realized how much her parents loved her. To have this chance was
all she’d ever dreamt of and whatever was necessary to make it appear that she
was sick was a small price to pay. She nodded her approval to her parents and
unable to speak, turned toward Maria, tightening her grip on the tall women’s
hand.
"Your Majesties,"
Maria said. "I now know that it is because of the love that you have shown
Danielle throughout her life that she can so freely give of herself to others. I
am but the luckiest woman alive to know how it feels to be loved by her. I
dedicate my life to your daughter and I thank you for giving us this chance. She
is safe here and always will be for as long as she wishes to stay."
"That was the precise
answer I was hoping for," Catherine said, crying tears of joy and walking over
to embrace her daughter.
Danielle’s tears also
began to fall freely as she hugged her mother. Resting her head on her
mother’s shoulder, her gaze fell upon her stoic father, who appeared to be
struggling to fight back his own emotions. Danielle walked over to him and threw
her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes as she kissed his cheek. They
had never been ones to display signs of affection and even though she knew her
father would feel awkward, she didn’t hesitate to hug him tighter.
"I love you,
Father," Danielle whispered into his ear. She went to step away and felt her
father’s arms embrace her.
"And
I you, my daughter," Louis whispered back.
The next hour was spent
hurrying to put everything into place. The doctor agreed to house Danielle in a
private room on the second floor of a guest villa that was some 100 yards from
the main building, which he needed to keep in operation as his main treatment
area. It was agreed that Luc would remain on the first floor to watch and look
after Danielle’s safety. Fredrick and Luc worked to put the quarters in order
as the doctor made the announcement of the outbreak of smallpox.
Everyone was ordered
away from the building upon the doctor’s declaration. Danielle was forced to
say her good-bye to her parents. She could have no further contact with anyone
except for the doctor to make the illusion seem real. She promised to write and
her mother pledged the same. The king and queen stayed with Danielle for as long
as possible and then exited the villa with Rosa.
The time had come for
Maria and Cora to be moved back to the Cordoba villa and Danielle entered her
room to say good-bye. She found Maria sitting on the edge of the bed. She had
managed to get her pants on and was now struggling to button her shirt.
"Let me help you,"
Danielle walked over and knelt down. Gently, she replaced Maria’s hands with
her own. "I’m going to miss you while we go through this quarantine phase,
but I’ll keep remembering that it’s you that waits for me and that will make
me strong."
"I don’t like the
idea of you being here with me laid up so far away," Maria said as she allowed
the princess to help her dress. "I’m feeling kind of helpless right now and
I hate that feeling."
"Luc will be with
me," Danielle said. "I’ll be fine. It’s you that I worry about. You must
promise me that you won’t try to overdo it. You’re just starting to heal."
"I promise," Maria
said and placed her hand over Danielle’s. With her other hand she lifted
Danielle’s chin and looked into her eyes. "You can’t under any
circumstances go out of that building. You know that, right?"
"Yes," Danielle
said. "I won’t take any chances, especially since I know what I’d be
jeopardizing. When we get through this, I’ll be able to move into the villa
with you. What’s a fortnight or two when I know we’ll have the rest of our
lives together?"
"I love you," Maria
said, then kissed Danielle softly on the lips. She felt Danielle’s tongue slip
out and without hesitation she opened her mouth to allow the young woman more
access to explore. She moaned as she tasted the sweetness that was only the
princess. They kissed each other with an intensity that both knew would have to
carry them over until they could once again be in each other’s arms.
"Excuse me," Luc
knocked on the door. "It’s time, Maria. We need to move you."
"Yes, of course,
Captain," Maria leaned back and allowed Luc to wrap his arm around her waist.
He supported her as she stood.
"You take care of
her," Maria said softly to Luc. "Don’t let her out of your sight."
"She’s
as safe with me as she would be with you," Luc replied.
Fredrick appeared and
the two of them gingerly escorted Maria to the door.
Maria hesitated before
she left and had the men face her back to Danielle. "I’ll see you soon."
"Not soon enough for
me," Danielle smiled and winked at the Spanish woman. "Take good care of
yourself, Maria."
"I’ll
be back to get Cora as soon as we have Maria secured," Fredrick said.
"I’ll be right here
with her," Danielle sat down on the bed next to the dog, petting her head.
"I think I might miss you most of all, little one."
Cora
wagged her tail and then slowly rolled over to expose her soft belly.
"You like your belly
scratched, do you?" Danielle chuckled. "You’re the cutest thing in the
world, Miss Cora, and I think you’re beginning to feel much better. You take
extra special care of Maria for me, you hear? She’ll need lots of attention
while I’m gone and if anyone so much as comes within six feet of her that you
don’t like, you’ve got my permission to bite them hard."
Cora let out a little
bark and Danielle laughed. "That’s right, I said bite them hard."
The king and queen and
the French army went back to the Cordoba villa along with Rosa, Fredrick, and
Maria. There they would talk about Danielle’s safety and the plans for her
recovery. Danielle’s parents would stay a couple of days to rest and then head
back to France. If everything worked as planned, Danielle would remain
quarantined for at least a fortnight and the doctor would supply the Cordoba
villa with fake progress reports. These reports would be forwarded to the king
as the entourage made its way back to France. Of course, in the end the report
would claim that the princess was hit most hard by the smallpox infection and
would never fully recover. The best option would be for her to remain in Spain.
Luc returned and after
much protesting from the princess, carried her over to the guest villa. Dr.
Sanar reminded Danielle that they couldn’t be too careful. The doctor followed
and remained inside for some time. He explained what smallpox could do and the
treatments that the princess would have had. He also informed her of the
recovery period and made her promise not to leave the guest villa until enough
time had passed. He would be the one to make that judgement, and until that time
she would need to be kept under wraps.
Three weeks into the
seclusion, Danielle was fighting the boredom but losing the battle. The windows
and curtains were drawn when she was up moving about the room and the only time
she was allowed to see the sun was when she was lying down. Books were brought
to her but she had gone through those fairly quickly. If not for Luc, she would
surely have gone crazy by now. They talked about everything, and the love she
felt for this man grew even stronger. He was once again her savior.
Luc taught her the game
of chess and unfortunately for him, she was now regularly beating the captain in
this own game. She had also convinced him that she needed to be taught how to
handle a sword, and because they both needed the exercise, he agreed to teach
her the basic maneuvers. To his surprise, she was quickly becoming very good. No
one but the doctor was allowed to visit, and as much as Danielle wanted to see
Maria, she knew they couldn’t risk it. Only one more week and she was certain
that at the very least the doctor would allow a visit.
The one thing Danielle
looked forward to was the daily update from the Cordoba villa that was supplied
by the doctor. Maria was doing very well and had, for the first time since being
shot, ridden her horse without any assistance the previous day. He said that she
was basically back to normal. Danielle missed her terribly.
Early one morning, Luc
and Danielle were playing chess when they heard a scratching noise. Luc drew his
pistol as the princess hid behind the large desk. The captain slowly cracked the
door and looked out. Cora sat before him - a rose in her mouth with a letter
rolled tightly around the stem. He chuckled and let her in.
"A
message for the princess, I presume," Luc laughed.
"Little one,"
Danielle said and sat down on the floor to greet Cora. "I’ve missed you.
What do you have for me?"
The Springer Spaniel
trotted to the princess and dropped the rose into her hands. She reached up and
placed a wet dog kiss across Danielle’s cheek.
"Thank you,"
Danielle said, petting Cora vigorously, which in turn resulted in another kiss.
Danielle smelled the
rose and then untied the ribbon holding the letter in place. It read:
Danielle:
While I continue to
become stronger every day I am left weak in the heart from our separation.
Remember when you asked me if I’d dreamt of you? I have for years. I dream of
you every night just as I have since I was no more than ten. The difference now
is that I’ve experienced your sweet kiss and laid eyes upon your beautiful
face and it makes my dreams all that more real. I’m counting the days until I
can hold you in my arms once more. Tell me, my love, what visions keep you
going? What do you wish for when we’re together again?
Yours Always,
Maria
Danielle
smiled and held the letter to her heart.
"Luc,
we do have paper and pen, right?" she inquired.
Luc
went into the desk and retrieved the items.
Danielle took the piece
of stationary and dipped her pen in the ink well, then began to write.
Dearest,
So many visions keep me
going. I knew the moment I saw you in the garden and you took my hand to help me
up that ours was not simply a chance meeting, for it was your eyes I had
memorized from my dreams as well. The night I watched you perform the Tango with
that dancer in your arms, I wished for it to be me. I wanted it to be me. The
way your hand rested on the small of her back, your cheeks so close to one
another and the way you pulled her closer and she wrapped her leg around you . .
. oh, Maria, I want to dance with you like that. Tell me we will some day.
I love you,
Danielle
She blew on the paper
to help dry it more quickly and then rolled the letter closed. Using the same
ribbon that Maria used, she tied it together.
"Here you go, little
one," Danielle said, presenting the letter to the dog. "Take this back to
Maria and remember to give her a kiss from me."
Cora wagged her tail
and opened her mouth, gladly accepting the parchment. She trotted back to the
door and Luc opened it enough to allow her to exit. She bounded out into the
yard.
"Luc," Danielle
said "Go to the window and see if you see Maria out there. Please, for me."
Luc gladly obeyed the
princess and watched as Cora ran directly to Maria, who stood next to her horse
some 60 yards away.
"Is
she there?" Danielle inquired.
"She
is."
"How
does she look?"
"The same as the
first day she came to our aid when were attacked – striking as always."
Danielle blushed and
covered her face with her hands. Luc laughed and then turned back to watch
Maria.
"Did
she get the letter, Luc?"
"She did and Cora did
exactly as you instructed her. She’s reading it now, Princess."
"Oh,
Luc. I miss her so."
The captain closed the
drapes to allow Maria to read the love letter in private.
Four
more days passed and each brought with it another exchange of letters from the
two women. Luc could tell that Danielle was close to her breaking point and
allowed her to sit next to the window so that she could see Maria from a
distance. He quickly closed the curtains and made sure they were not seen.
The
next morning, Luc was outside as Maria rode up. Even they could not come near
each other. As the doctor instructed, Luc was to be considered as a big a threat
as Danielle for potentially spreading the disease. He waved at the Spanish woman
and she motioned to him to wait. Maria handed Cora a note and she ran to the
captain with it. Luc took the message and petted Cora on the head. He read the
writing and then quickly tucked the paper into his shirt.
Cora
ran back to Maria and returned again, with a rose and a letter for Danielle as
had become the regular occurrence each day now. Luc took that message inside and
waited for Danielle’s reply.
That
night as usual the doctor came and delivered their meal. He gave them a report
about Rosa and her family, then stood to leave.
"Doctor,"
Danielle said. "When might I be able to have visitors? It’s been so long
now, aren’t we close to the time that smallpox would no longer be
contagious?"
"You’ve
been remarkably patient, Princess," Dr. Sanar said. "I know this has
been hard, but I think if you can wait just a couple more days, we can allow
visitation. I’ve told everyone that you will recover but that it’s too early
still to tell what the permanent damage will be. I’ve said that you’ve been
left very weak from this disease. We’ll have to discuss that soon, before you
ever leave this building."
"I
understand," Danielle said. "I can be very convincing, you know."
"That’s
an understatement," Luc chuckled.
"Very
funny." Danielle poked him in the ribs and he yelped.
"I’ll
be by in the morning," Dr. Sanar said and left for the evening.
They
ate their dinner as usual but instead of their nightly game of chess, Luc said
he was tired and wanted to turn in early. The princess took a book to read for
the second time and headed up the stairs.
Danielle
didn’t remember dozing off but as she slowly woke up, she swore she heard
music. She blinked her eyes and removed the book from her lap. She could hear
the guitars even though the window was closed and the curtains were drawn. The
song was the one she had heard many nights ago at her welcoming dinner to Spain.
The memory made her ache and think of Maria.
A
knocking at her door startled her. She quickly crossed the room and opened it
thinking the captain was probably wondering about the music just as she was.
"Lovely
evening, isn’t it?" Maria smiled. "I was hoping we might share that
dance tonight."
"Oh,
Maria," Danielle threw her arms around her and hugged her tight.
"I’ve missed you so much."
"I
couldn’t wait any longer to see you," Maria said, stepping inside and
closing the door. "The doctor will tell you tomorrow morning, but he told
everyone today that you’re allowed visitors now. I told Dr. Sanar and Luc that
I had arranged some music for you this evening to help with your boredom, but
only Luc knew that I was sneaking in before the musicians got here. No one knows
that I’m here besides the captain and you."
Danielle
watched as Maria turned the wick down very low in the lamp and then walked to
the window and opened it. She kept the curtains drawn but the night breeze
filtered through and the music from the guitar strings filled the room.
"It
sounds wonderful," Danielle sighed. "Thank you, Maria."
"I
know it’s been hard for you to be cooped up in here. Only a little while
longer and we’ll have you back at the villa," Maria said. "Until
then, I plan on being here as much as possible. I hope that’s all right with
you?"
"More
than all right," Danielle said. "I wouldn’t have it any other
way."
Maria
leaned down and kissed Danielle. The princess wrapped her arms around the tall
woman’s waist and held her while they lingered together, kissing each other
slowly and deliberately, their mouths exploring and reacquainting themselves.
Gone was the urgency from before. They both knew that they’d be together each
day going forward for the rest of their lives.
"I
don’t ever want to be away from you again, Danielle," Maria said.
"I
missed your voice," Danielle said. "I’d be happy for the rest of my
life if I could just hear you call my name every day. I remember the first time
you said it. In the garden the first day I met you, and nothing has ever or will
ever sound sweeter to me."
"Danielle,"
Maria kissed her lightly again and then whispered into her ear. "Danielle .
. . I love saying your name."
The
princess kissed her again and hugged her tight.
"Let’s
not let this music go to waste, shall we? I believe you wanted to dance with
me," Maria said.
"I
don’t know how to tango," Danielle said timidly.
"This
will be our first lesson," Maria said, taking Danielle’s hand.
She
showed the princess where to place her hands and how to follow her steps and
told her to look into her eyes and relax. The guitars continued to play and
slowly Danielle loosened up, allowing Maria to lead her around the room. They
started to move together more fluidly. She was finally in Maria’s arms and
nothing felt more right, more perfect than this. The tall woman held her closer
and she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Maria’s body against hers
and the tones of the passionate music. Maria stepped into her with the beat of
the song and pulled her against her chest. Danielle felt the Spanish women’s
thigh press against her center, which left her instantly wet and weak in the
knees. The music stopped and when she opened her eyes she was staring into the
beautiful blue orbs of the woman she loved.
"It
was exactly how I dreamt it would be," Danielle said softly.
"You
feel so good, Danielle," Maria sighed. "I missed you so. I love
you."
Maria
searched the face of the woman in her arms. She’d never felt more loved or
wanted by anyone. Neither one moved when the guitars began playing another song;
they just continued to stare, as the passion between them grew stronger. They
both felt it and saw it in each other’s eyes.
"Make
love to me, Maria," Danielle whispered. "I’ve thought of nothing
else since the first day you kissed me."
"Are
you sure you’re ready for this tonight?" Maria asked, slowly.
"I’ve
never been more ready for anything." Danielle drew in a long breath.
"I’ve waited all my life for you. Please, Maria. I love you."
Maria’s
mouth moved to the side of Danielle’s neck and she slowly kissed her way
tenderly up and down. She brushed back the long golden hair to expose the
earlobe that she wanted to kiss. Danielle moaned as the Spanish woman sucked on
the soft flesh. She felt the hot breath in her ear and it aroused her even more,
causing her legs to give out slightly. Her breathing became ragged.
Maria
swept Danielle up into her arms and carried her to the bed. She gently lay her
onto the sheets as she kissed her lips. Her hands moved to the laces holding
Danielle’s dress in place and slowly she loosened them. She kissed her way
down along her neck and then trailed her way to the hollow between her breasts,
pausing as she watched Danielle’s creamy skin pulse as her heart beat faster.
"You’re
so beautiful, Danielle."
Maria
moved the cloth of Danielle’s dress back to expose her breast, watching as her
nipple rose and hardened as the breeze from the window danced across it. Maria
gently sucked and licked it and the princess arched up into her mouth. Maria
heard soft moans of pleasure and continued to pay special attention to the
sensitive flesh.
"That
feels wonderful," Danielle sighed.
Maria
gently pulled open Danielle’s dress and lifted her to free the garment from
her arms. Before she could lay the princess back down, Danielle’s fingers
begun to undo the white silk shirt that the Spanish woman wore.
"I
want to feel your skin against mine," Danielle said as she slowly
unbuttoned the fabric and pushed the shirt down over Maria’s shoulders and
tossed it to the ground. She put her arms around the Spanish woman and pulled
her down on top of her so that Maria’s warm soft breasts were against her own.
"God, you feel so good."
Maria
kissed her again more intensely and moved along the body underneath her until
she had her thigh in-between Danielle’s legs. She pressed down into the
princess, feeling her legs widen to accept the contact. The small hips below her
moved into her and it caused her breath to catch as she felt her own wetness
grow. Their kiss deepened as their hips moved together, rhythmically, almost in
time with the music still playing outside. Maria felt Danielle’s hand move to
her back and pull her closer.
"Maria,"
Danielle whispered. "I want to feel all of you, can we please get rid of
these clothes?"
Maria
stopped worrying that Danielle might need to take things slower. She smiled at
the princess and kissed her again. "Of course we can."
She
gently stood up and took the French woman’s hand to help her up. They both
removed their clothing and when Maria turned back around, Danielle lay
completely naked before her on the bed. Her passion-filled eyes sparkled in the
low light.
"You’re
so beautiful, Princess. You could never be more beautiful than you are to me
right now."
"Come
here," Danielle sighed, reaching out her hand to welcome her lover back to
the bed.
Maria
wrapped her fingers into the smaller ones calling for her and Danielle pulled
her down into another kiss. Their breasts melted together as their hips snuggled
into one another; two bodies together in perfect harmony. They stayed that way for some time with their mouths and
tongues lost in each other as their bodies slid passionately along love’s
sweet dew.
"I
love you, Danielle."
Maria
moved just to the side of the princess so that she could run her hand along the
silky, glistening skin. Her hand traveled slowly over the generous curve of
Danielle’s firm breast. Looking down, she saw the princess’s stomach
trembling in anticipation. She continued her exploration across the taut muscles
and brushed her fingertips along golden curls. Danielle moaned and brought her
hand to Maria’s breast, cupping it and kneading the dark flesh as their lips
came back together momentarily.
"Touch
me, Maria, please."
Maria
moved her hand slowly down until she could feel moisture and then she ran her
fingers along the soft wet folds, slowly and lovingly, back and forth as
Danielle sighed. The moans of the princess increased and she threw her head back
against the pillow, lost in the sensations that Maria was causing in her body.
Maria watched the princess dig her heels into the bed as she arched up into the
touches. Letting two fingers slip through the wetness again, she pushed them
into the soft center. Danielle groaned and called Maria’s name.
Lost
in the passion of the moment Maria kissed her way down the warm body, never
removing her fingers from inside her lover. She eased her mouth down to capture
the private, tender flesh and used her tongue to slowly tease the swollen,
excited nub. She inhaled the sweet fragrance and pulled Danielle up into her,
gently sucking while the fingers of her other hand moved slowly in and out of
the silky center.
"Maria,
Maria," Danielle called out her need, breathless. "Maria."
The
Spanish woman quickened the pace of her fingers slightly as she felt
Danielle’s pleasure building to a climax and as she swirled her tongue into
the softness, Maria felt the quivering and release of her orgasm as the princess
called her name again.
Maria
pulled herself back up and embraced Danielle, holding her until her trembling
eased and her breathing returned to a more normal rhythm. A silent bliss fell
over them as they held each other tight. Danielle snuggled her face deep into
Maria’s neck and sighed.
"I
still can’t believe that my dreams have come true," Danielle said softly.
"Your love, your touch . . . it’s all I will ever need."
"Nothing
has ever felt more right than when you’re in my arms." Maria squeezed the
princess tighter. "My heart feels whole."
"Does
that mean we can stay like this forever?" Danielle smiled and moved out
from the Spanish woman’s embrace to crawl on top of her. "I could see
myself right here for a very long time."
"Is
that so?" Maria whispered and wrapped her arms around the small waist.
"I think we might need to get up once in a while."
"You
know how the doctor said that I should appear exhausted and weak?"
"Yes,"
Maria smirked.
"I
think I just decided exactly how I’d like to accomplish that," Danielle
said. She slowly began to kiss Maria and explore the other woman’s body with
her hands. It wasn’t long before Maria realized that Danielle wasn’t just a
quick study with the tango. They loved each other, passionately and completely,
throughout the night.
Before
the light of morning, Danielle held Maria close and said a silent thank you for
her answered prayers. Nothing could ever be better than being in her dreams and
being wide-awake.
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