His Queen

On days like this, he craves to have her to himself. She looks extravagant in the dress she's wearing today. The way her dress hugs her bust like second skin and, he inwardly drools when he gets a good glance at her cute bottom that he gropes occasionally. Every step she takes, shows her long tone creamy chocolate legs. Teasing him to take her right then and there; however, he knew she wasn't even trying to catch his attention. She was her own woman and he loves it, she didn't treat him like a God, quite the opposite. He was the Devil and he didn't deny it. He will admit, he is cruel, but not heartless. He has a heart for his long time friend, Knave and her...

A soothing voice snaps him out of his thoughts, speak of the devil. He looks down at his lover, she looks at him with no visible emotion, her body language didn't held anything sensual, but respect and confidence. He didn't waste a second putting his hands on her, he snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her against him, she instinctively wraps her delicate arms around his neck. Chest to chest, he notice the hint of red on her cheeks, she tries to hide it. but his eyes sees everything.

"Need something sweetheart?" His hand run down her exposed back.

"Knave sent me. It's time for your dance lessons." she ignores his advances.

She plays hard to get and she's not easily swooned, the king loves it about her. He likes a difficult challenge, she always kept him on his toes in a good way.

"I'll go if you will be my partner."

"Aren't I always your partner?" She runs her hand through his hair, her face held a small teasing smile.

He chuckles, her touch sets him in a temporary high, he felt at peace when her body touched his. "You always will be," he pauses, slowly leaning into her ear then softly purrs "My Queen..."

Stealing a kiss from the woman, he lets go of her and walks to the ballroom, never looking back to see her reaction. He stops walking when he doesn't hear her soft foot steps or an insult behind him.

"Jackie?" He didn't want to leave her hanging but he had to. She is intoxicating, if he held her any longer, his thoughts flicker images of her naked body on his bed and --. No, he wouldn't and couldn't, the temptation is strong, but he has control over himself, at least for her and he would ask for her consent. If he wants to have her then she has to be feeling the same way about him, otherwise... she'll leave him? He readjust his crown that was two centimetres away from its original place. That's preposterous, right?

Soft footsteps come up from behind and takes his left hand, he lightly squeezes the hand holding his. He'll go mad if she left, wasn't he already insane? So, he'll revert back to be nothing because with her, he is something.

Jackie held a tiny loving smile, her dull goldish-yellow eyes brighten with something the king rarely sees, he caught glimpses of it, here and there, but never gotten to actually imprint it into his mind because it came so unexpectedly and briefly. He wished she held the look longer, but he somehow knew that she would in future. Jackie, him, the Madhatter, Alice and everyone else had work to do.

They step into the ballroom, she lets goes of his hand and went back to her emotionless self. It's almost terrifying how she can change personas so quickly, how natural for her to play as different people and not lose herself in them. The Knave took long strides toward the two, a bit fidgety because of last time. He walked in on their 'moment', King managed to coax his lover into a very heavy make out session, he flush deep red at the memory.

"King, I'm glad you attended here on time, and thank you Jackie for taking my majesty here." He slightly bowed his head, even if he is King's best friend, he still is the king and he must show his respect, it is his duty to stand by the king after all.

Jackie nods, "It's my pleasure Knave, but I'll handle King's lessons today, right King?"

He smirks, "Yes," he looks at his heavily fluttered best friend, "You may leave now."

The Knave bows and takes his leave.

He takes her right hand with his left one while his other hand held her waist. She places her left hand on his shoulder and rests her head under his chin, gently nuzzles him. Sighing in content to her soft gesture, he decided to get this dance over with, a smirk tug on his lips.

"Jackie, aren't you suppose to be teaching me, my dance lessons?" He teases.

He hears her giggle under him, what was she up to this time, he thought but highly amused.

"I never said 'dance' lessons..." she takes his right hand that was currently holding her left, to her hip then places her free hand on his free shoulder. She held a mischievous glint in her eyes, he held his breath at the sight. Running her hands up the sides of his neck to his cheeks, she pulls him down for a kiss, a chaste one.

His mind went blank for only a second, she pulls away before he can react to the kiss. His lips tingles from the pleasant sensation, he felt her let go and walk away, slowly. He raise a brow, was she testing him? She's a tease, he thought. He wasn't going to let her get away that easily, he took swift strides toward her then spun her around towards him. He held her chin up smashes his lips on hers.

Unlike her simple kiss, his kiss is rough yet passionate, he likes it sickening raw. His craving for dominance led him to dominating her mouth and soon, her body. He thought back to the first time, they done it. He went easy on her, but it was still good, considering that she was a virgin at the time, and he got have his way in the end.

He sees her pull away for air, panting, her cheeks were flush as she gaze into his lustful yet loving red eyes. Brushing her swollen bottom lip as he studies her dishevel appearance, he secured one arm around her waist and lead his daze lover into his-no their lovely chamber.

He'll love her, let her sleep by his side and hold her in his arms because...she is his Queen.