Twisted

11

December 18, 1983

Lindsey stood outside of the throne room at Brentwood Palace. They were holding the crowning there because it was Chris' birthday and the crowning ball wasn't until around dinner time there was a good three hour window between each event. That three hours would require Lindsey and Stevie to get pictures taken. They'd have a little luncheon to celebrate Chris and then they'd go back to Amalfi and get ready in separate rooms for the crowning ball. 

"Are you ready to become crowned prince of Everfi?" Mick asks.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Lindsey nods.

"Alright she's ready for you." Mick nods opening up the doors and promptly the royal march starts. 

He pauses at the door for a moment to just take Stevie in. She's standing up at the end of the aisle and she's dressed in champagne colored tule a-line ball gown. It's got a plunging neckline and a little broach fastened right above her belly button where the neckline meets the skirt. Her hair is in a low bun and though she has a stoic face, as per royal protocol, he can't help but smile. 

She's everything to him. It's only been a couple of months and she hasn't even said I love you, yet to him, he hasn't to her either, but he is really truly falling in love with her. He slowly makes his way towards her and he bows to her. 

After he bows to her he holds his arm out and they ascend the stairs to the thrones. She breaks off from him and goes over to a crown sitting on a firm red pillow. 

"Do you Lindsey agree to uphold the laws of the Kingdom of Everfi?" 

"I do." 

"Do you Lindsey, agree to defend the honor of your queen?" 

"I do." 

"Do you Lindsey, plan to be a friend of the people and do what's best for them and your kingdom of Everfi?" 

"I do." 

"Duke Lindsey Adams Buckingham, of Ellerton. I now bestow on you the title of, Crowned Prince of Everfi." She places the gold crown on his head. 

He's directed to give a speech and then they move to the study of Brentwood where the pictures are taken. After pictures, still dressed in their royal attire, they were eating lunch with Barbara and Christopher when Stevie clears her throat. 

"So Christopher, I've thought about it, Lindsey and I have talked about it, and I am going to let you have a courting ball and we're only going to invite non-nobles." Stevie nods.

"Thank you sis." 

"Teedee, why?" Barbara asks from her spot at the head of the table.

"Well, he asked and I think it's time for new blood to be brought into the family line. And quite frankly the women that are our age, or the definition of the word bitch and I don't want that in my family." She states. 

"I'm just glad you agreed to it. When um, when can we have it?" He asks.

"It'll be in the summer. Lindsey and I get married on the 29th, we won't be able to go on a honey moon until around my birthday in May. We'll get back the middle of June and then as of right now, we have the whole summer free." Stevie shrugs.

"August then?" He asks.

"If that's what you want yeah." Stevie nods. 

***

Lindsey had changed from a stiff and annoying black suit to a pair of jeans, a button down and a black suit jacket and he was waiting for his announcement. There was a royal guard standing at the entrance to the ball room. He would go in first and then 15 minutes later, Stevie would make her appearance. 

On Stevie's end, she had taken the low bun out and now had curls going down her back. Her hair was half up half down and slightly messy. Her dress was now gold. It was a-line the top was embroidered with a sweetheart neckline and it waterfall-ed down into gold tule. When she walked in Lindsey greeted her and their eyes locked. Lindsey looked her up and down and he had to control himself because he was about to attack. 

He waited until she slipped into the private bathroom. The private bathroom was only for the queen so she could strip down and use the bathroom, because you can't really sit on a toilet in that big of a dress-when she's wearing a big poofy dress- so it allows the monarch to strip completely and to avoid any unsightly glimpses from the cracks in the stalls. 

She was about to unzip her gown when the door pushed open. Stevie shrieked ready to scold whoever it was that walked in on her but she let out a breath when she saw that it was Lindsey. 

"Lindsey I have to pee, what do you want?" She asks.

He doesn't respond to her though. All he does is he pushes her against the wall.

"Lindsey what are you...." 

"I've been watching you for the last three hours and I have to say Ms. Nicks, it's been hard to control myself." 

"What do you mean?" She questions her breathing picking up because she knew what he meant, but she couldn't believe that this was happening either. She never, not once snuck into the bathroom at a party to have a quickie in any of her relationships. 

He plasters his lips to hers quite hard and when he pulls off she goes to say something but he does it again. This time his tongue enters her mouth and she moans. They make out for a few minutes and then he pulls off and dives right into her neck. 

"Lindsey we can't..." She tries but he just feels around her body and then he lifts her up and her legs involuntarily wrap around him. Her dress riding up in the process. 

He snakes his fingers under the layers and layers of fabric and then he smirks. "Naughty, naughty queen. No panty house or nylons." 

"Lindsey." She tries but she's cut off by a moan when two of his fingers plunge up inside of her. 

He works on her neck for a while. Kissing, not biting, and his hands work between her legs and she moans continuously her back arching. His index and middle finger on his right hand  were hammering inside of her and his thumb on his index finger was scrubbing against her nub and she shrieks when the feelings becomes overwhelming and the next thing they know she's squirting warm liquid and it drips down his hand. 

"Holy shit." She gasps.

"Yeah, holy shit." He agrees using his dry hand to take his member out of his pants and immediately thrusting up into her dress, pants and all. She arches her back again and then dives forward and she bites into his neck to stop the noises that are escaping her mouth. When he pulls out of her and sets her back on the ground her legs wobble and she latches to his chest. 

"I still have to pee." 

"Go ahead, I'm going to clean myself up." He smirks. 

As the exit the bathroom, her before him they both know that the whole of the ball room is aware of just what happened, but no one was going to say anything about it because that was their hypothetical king and queen.