HBC + character One Shots!

- Princess Margaret | Once more? p4 (NSFW)

Hellooooo, I hope y'all are feeling alright, even with what's going on in this world.

Anyways, here the p4 of Margo ;)

Let's get into it!
_______________________________
The. Fucking. Queen. Herself. Stood outside Princess Margaret's doors, while I was literally in between her legs after having just fucked her.. if there is a God, now would be a good time to save us.

Margaret froze with me under her, her hands desperately grasping onto the sheets. As if something had switched in her, she immediately hoisted me up from underneath her and cupped my cheeks.

"Hide, the closet.. fast!"

She pointed to the fancy multiple door closet to our right, causing me to sprint completely naked into it.

"Margaret? Are you in here?"

Although I was behind the built in closet doors, I could clearly hear the royal mutter a quiet 'fuck' under her breath.

"Yes, yes I'm here, and perhaps if you're advised to not do something, it would be wise to not do it!"

The doors opened and it quickly became apparent that the queen had entered on her own, her heels hitting the floor slowly. My breath never seemed to calm, my heart beating like pulses in my head. What if we were caught?

"Well, I thought it was odd not seeing you at the party, but it seems even more odd for you to take a nap during one. Do tell, what are you doing here?"

I suspect Margaret is laying with the covers dragged up all the way to her chin, for otherwise the queen would see the fresh hickeys I had 'mistakenly' left on her neck. My ear pressed further into the closet door to be able to hear the muffled voice of Margaret.

"I'm not napping, I'm merely resting my eyes, however, I'm not feeling well. If you'd rather stay in good health I advise you keep your distance."

Her acting was rather good, I have to admit. Though, the queen seemed rather unimpressed. A loud sigh traveled across the room, almost inaudible to me through the doors.

"Well then, I better get going then.. also..."

There was a silence of anticipation that soon became anxious, also what??

"I didn't know Ms. Thatcher was the cure for today's common cold.."

After that, nothing. The doors to her room closed and the silence became apparent once more. This whole time I had chosen to not pay attention to the subtle scratches of the materials behind me. For the better as well, for it was mostly sequence and lace against my back..

lace...?

My eyes caught a few dresses behind me, but I didn't have time to look, for the Princess soon opened the closet doors. Her body was draped with the covers, her shoulders on display.

I now see how many hickeys I had left, but I don't give a fuck anymore, the queen already figured it out. My hands snuck around her waist, for I could see the confused state she was in.

How were we supposed to move on? Were we even gonna try?

"Ms. Thatcher.. I don't know how much you heard, but I don't know what to do... I- I just don't know.."

Her voice was trembling and and eyes eyes watering, poor dear... I embraced her as she quivered, mumbling words of 'we're caught' and 'what do we do?'

I wasn't able to answer that question, but I reassured her the best I can.

"It's gonna be okey Margo, we're going to get through this, together.."

Her head was at my neck, her tears hitting my skin softly as her hands clung onto me. I had never once seen her so vulnerable, my little Princess...