Lady In Waiting

Chapter 21

Washington. Washington was in it's own sense completely different to Hollywood and the little ranch retreat you and the Princess both enjoyed. It was the Downing Street of America.

You were both picked up and escorted to the White House quite quickly after your flight from Arizona hit the runway. Normally.. or what you would've expected to happen was Princess Margaret stopping for a few moments to wave to the press and the large crowd that had gathered taking photos, signing autographs and receiving flowers of all different shapes and sizes from the Americans who adored the Princess. However, as soon as you both stepped out onto the platform, you were quickly guided into the usual Rolls Royce with its windows blacked. It was clear that it wasn't just you that was surprised with how rushed everything was from the moment you both left the plane. "What the hell is the meaning of this" Margaret shouted, in a frustrated tone as soon as the doors were closed and the car had set off.

"You've been sighted ma'am" the driver said, with a grave look on his face looking into the rear view mirror to see Margaret's face drop. "W-what do you mean by sighted Charlie" she said, sternly. "Well, there's rumours about you and Miss Y/N ma'am p-photos that have emerged" He gulped. It was at this moment your stomach dropped and chills raced up your spine. This wasn't good and you both knew it. Margaret's composure stayed consistent throughout the eerily quiet journey. You placed one hand on her thigh as she gripped onto it tightly and squeezed.

"It'll be okay I promise" you said, trying to sound confident but with a shaky undertone. The fear in Margaret's eyes was something that you'd not seen for a long time. She could barely form her words as she murmured a shaky "i love you" whilst trying to contain her self. It broke you to see her like this. To be completely in the dark about what was going to happen as soon as you both got home.

"Look ladies, I can completely understand what your going through obviously only a little to what your both experiencing with it being royalty and all however my brother did tell my mother about my now husband so I can understand to some extent" the driver smiled as he looked at you and Margot, who seemed to be more at ease. It all made more sense to you now. Why Margot had hired Charlie as her driver. Why Charlie simply just smiled when he saw you and the Princess snuggling in the back of the car. Not only was he loyal and adored the Princess like his own sister, he understand what it was like to be in a homosexual relationship as well someone announcing the relationship before you were comfortable.

"How much do you know, Charlie" Margaret asked, more relaxed with her voice back under control. "As far as I know, some guy from the press has approached one of your sisters advisors with um.. photos of you both from an intimate moment let's say and is threatening to release them in the papers as soon as tommorow morning Ma'am". The place where you felt most comfortable. The place where both let your guard down with nothing but the love and passion you had for each other consuming you had led to your downfall.

Then Margaret asked the question you were both desperate to know the answer to. "Does she know" referencing to her sister, the Queen. That was the only thing on your mind. Does Her Majesty know? What is she thinking right now? Is she going to call off the whole trip and demand you and Margaret come immediately to Buckingham Palace to sort the whole situation out? The endless possibilities were flooding your mind as you both waited for a response of the driver. "At this moment, I'm completely unaware of how much Her Majesty The Queen actually knows. There is the possibility that she has been told in order to keep the whole situation under wraps until the Royal tour has been completed however I still have no idea how much has been said".

The drive to the White House went by quite quickly, far faster than either of you anticipated. Although you both wanted the ground so swallow you whole at this moment in time, you knew that the public were still unaware of yours and the Princess' affair so you both needed to play it off like nothing had happened. Like Margaret was Princess Margaret Rose of England and you were simply her Lady In Waiting. As the car pulled up, you were greeted by the President of the United States Lyndon B. Johnson and First Lady Bird Johnson. They both curtsied towards Princess Margaret then welcomed you both with open arms. After all the important introductions had taken place, you were both led up a staircase to a hallway. On either side of the walls, there was a door which you assumed led to the bedrooms. One for you. One for the Princess. "We do assume your husband would be joining us later?" the President asked. "Of course" replied Margaret even though the last time she actually spoke to Tony was weeks ago and had no idea where he was, what he was doing.. who he was with. "We'll dine at approximately 7:00pm however someone will be along shortly to confirm this" He said as you headed into your room and Margot headed into hers.

Within half an hour of Presidents exit, you opened your door and proceeded to head into Margaret's room. You were completely astounded to find that Margot was standing near to the window of the room with nothing but a black silk gown on, the belt wrapped around her small waist as tightly as it could possibly go causing it to lift slightly above her thighs. With a cigarette in one hand, you knew that this was a sight you'd never get tired of. Her brown thick curls flowing down her back. Taking a moment to breathe between each puff. It was utter perfection.

"Couldn't get enough of me" she grinned walking over as she stubbed out the cigarette and placed it in the ash tray which sat on a circular wooden table. "Never my love" you smiled as you stood for a moment in complete awe wondering how you'd even got a chance to know this lady let alone be romantically involved with her. She placed a soft kiss as your lips met and held your cheek. "I swear to it, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure we both come out of this okay" She led you over to the wooden elegant double bed and gently pushed you down onto the red silk sheets.

The whole room screamed passion and romance. "What can I say Y/N you look awfully pretty down there" she grinned as she proceeded to climb on top of you before removing your thong and skirt as her hand trailed up your thigh. "But Margot we-" you gasped as she made her way to your neck which you willingly allowed her to have and bit hard. "Now now my sweet, what have we got to lose" she said, quietly. In a way, she was right. By possibly the tomorrow, the whole world was going to be made aware of your alleged affair so in all honestly, nothing mattered anymore. "Its possibly the last time we can do this my baby and you wouldn't be so silly to turn away this opportunity now would you" She whispered, so seductively that even her words made you feel things. She kissed down body slowly, sending tingles up your arms and legs as she moved further and further from your neck towards your stomach until she reached your clit. She swirled her tongue round and round slowly as you let out small moans in delightful pleasure as she quickened the pace. The feelings that your body was experiencing at this moment was completely indescribable as the moans that escaped your lips grew louder and louder.

Margot suddenly came back up from the bed, placing her knee between your thighs. She looked up at you as you lay a whimpering mess "Careful not to expose us to the White House just yet love" She joked. You begged and pleaded for her to start pleasuring you again as she rubbed against your sensitive throbbing clit, getting your wetness all over it as she did.

Normally, the Princess wouldn't listen to such demands how ever it was clear she wanted you to become an uncontrollable mess and she wanted to be the one to give you the pleasure you so desperately desired. She began to gently circle your clit as she made her way up to your face and kissed you lovingly. For a moment, time stopped. Your problems no longer existed and you and Margot were in this happy, content bubble which no one could pop. She unexpectedly slipped two fingers into your opening and began to pump them in and out, fastening the pace as your moans got louder. "Margot I'm gonna-" you gasped as your walls clutched onto her fingers as you came. It was possibly the most pleasure you'd ever experienced since being with the Princess which was honestly the most pleasure you'd had in your entire life. Women really were something else.

"My my, Margaret Rose you do know how to make a girl feel things" you said, as you both snuggled up to each other your naked bodies intertwining. "Women know what women like best I suppose" she giggled, as she looked up at you gazing longingly with her large brown pools of chocolate. "What are we going to do with the whole situation back home" you said, looking back down at her. "That's a problem for tommorow my darling all we've got to worry about now is impressing the Jobnsons and hoping my useless husband decides to turn up so I don't look like a bloody fool". She giggled at herself as she referred to Tony. "I know but-" you stammered before she cut you off. "Look Y/N, whatever happens even if we both get locked up in the Tower of London, as long as we're together and I have you we'll be okay" she smiled, as she joked stroking your cheek gently. "You continue to marvel and make me laugh more and more everyday my sweet Margot". "As do you my love". No matter what happened when you got back the United Kingdom, one thing was for certain that you and HRH Princess Margaret Rose were undeniably in love and inseparable. Nothing else mattered as long as you had Margaret and Margaret had you. Love was a funny thing that neither of you had experienced as intense as this before you met one and other. She was your everything and you were Hers.