The agreement

Chapter Twelve

Emma woke with a start from a dream, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light given off from the candles that had burnt down almost to their stands. She must have been asleep for a few hours she decided. Suddenly she was aware of a weight on the bed beside her. Emma turned her head slightly with a sharp intake of breath. There, lying still, fully dressed with his eyes shut was Guy. Apart from the slow shallow movement of his chest he could have been dead.

She froze, what hell was he doing here? It was his wedding night of course, so maybe it was natural he'd come, but like this? Lying motionless she weighed up her options, replaying Bessie's words. The problem was that she didn't really feel like she had many options. She could pretend to go back to sleep and try and ignore him in the morning if he was still there. She could try and wake him up and talk to him - but she had to admit that Bessie had been a shrewd observer of them and quickly dismissed that idea. Raising her head a little she looked down the bed and was suddenly, ridiculously, enraged. He was still wearing his damned boots, their mud stained leather lying on the fine fur coverlet of the bed.

God's teeth she swore to herself, pushing off the covers and stepping onto the cold wooden floor. Fine, she would start as she meant to go on, and damn the consequences she decided. Guy hadn't moved and seemed dead to the world. She walked to the foot of the bed, took hold of one boot and pulled, almost stumbling as it came free and using a choice curse word. Emma grabbed the other and began to tug.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" asked Guy, his eyes open and looking down at her as she kept trying to unsuccessfully remove his footwear.

"What the hell do you think? My wifely duties? They're filthy" she hissed, and then gave a little smirk of satisfaction when the boot pulled free and she dropped it on the floor with its mate. "And now your jerkin thing" she pointed at his black leather jacket that he was still wearing. He didn't make a move and just stared at her, his lips curling slightly in what might have either been amusement or distain. Emma hoped with amusement and then decided it was probably best if she didn't think at all about what might be going on in his head.,

Emma was close to losing her nerve and fleeing from the room, but pushed back her loose hair from her face and walked up to the side of the bed. The damned leather tunic seemed to be fastened with metal buttons of some strange design and infuriatingly Guy was doing absolutely nothing to help her. He could have kept wearing the bloody thing for all she cared, but she didn't want to give up and give him any satisfaction in her defeat. Trying to undo the thing from the angle she was at was impossible so she pulled herself up onto the bed, and on top of his legs to get a better hold on the damned thing. She wrestled the contraptions open, pushing the jacket off his shoulders, which Guy thankfully helped with by raising himself on his forearms off the bed. She gave a small sigh of victory, and then suddenly realised that she was straddling him, the warm heat of his thighs and hips radiating up through her nightdress and her core.

He lay back, his shirt showing the outline of his chest below, his breathing less calm than before. Their eyes met again and Emma saw the sudden pang of longing she felt mirrored in them. With a nervous hand she pulled the bow at the neck of her nightdress free, the thin fabric dropping from her shoulders and pooling at her thighs. Guy took a sharp intake of breath and then pulled her down to him, her lips crushed against his. She pulled herself free but before he could complain, pushed up his shirt and began a trail of soft kisses starting at his chest and moving slowly lower. He groaned as her lips grazed the fine line of hair that ran down to where it disappeared beneath his breeches. Emma wiggled down his legs slightly, giving a small prayer of thanks that she only had laces to contend with and gently undid his breeches and released the hot length of him. As her lips enveloped his hard velvety cock he pushed up his hips to meet her mouth. She hoped her inexperience didn't show as she slowly sucked and tongued the head, shocking herself with the pleasure she felt from licking the salty drops from its end and grinding the hot wetness of her core into the smooth leather of his legs. She needed more, she needed to feel him inside her and give herself the release she had dreamt of for weeks.

Emma pushed herself up holding his gaze as she positioned him at her slick entrance. Their eyes locked, she slowly lowered herself down, wincing slightly as he entered her. His eyes widened with realisation and he went to speak but she silenced him with kiss as she tentatively, and then more boldly began to ride him, exhilarated by the feeling of his hard shaft filling her so completely. Guy twisted, pushing her down under him, finally taking control. He raised himself into his arms as she wrapped her thighs around his hips, greedy for all she could get. He stopped thrusting, holding himself with just the tip of him inside her. Teasing her, revelling in her need, sensing his power over her and overwhelmed by his desire to make her completely his.

"Oh Christ fuck me" she cried desperately as she clawed his buttocks. Guy smiled and thrust into her deep warmth, driving them both on to sweet release. Sometime after Emma fancied she may have heard a ragged cheer go up in the hall below at her outburst, but choose not to think of that again. Hours later, wrapped in his arms and listening to his gentle breathing she watched the soft light of dawn enter the room; It was a new day, and a new beginning.

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