Morning Glory-Francis (Reign)

Chapter Sixty-Five

Needless to say, we made a rather swift departure from the Vatican the day after next. Our next stop on our wedding tour was a small but sophisticated village in the Italian countryside. It had become a refuge for many artists and philosophers, and a rather elaborate cottage had been prepared for us on the outskirts of the town.

One day we would spend riding horses over the hills, and another we would go sailing in a river that ran nearby. These were the parts of my wedding tour that I was excited for. The parts that were just about Francis and I spending time together, to enjoy being husband and wife before going back to being a king and queen. There were no political appointments to be met, or royal hosts to be careful not to offend.

It was quite late when we arrived, the streets of the town dark and quiet. Still, there was a warm, welcoming feeling throughout the buildings, that comforted me. Our little cottage was lit with candles, and warmed by a gentle fire. Two glasses of wine and some bread and cheese were waiting for us.

A cool night breeze filtered through the bedroom, and Francis and I quickly shed our stiff sweaty traveling clothes before falling onto the comfortable mattress. I fanned my hair out over the pillow behind me, to keep the heavy strands off my neck, but their weight and warmth was quickly replaced by Francis's face, nestled on my shoulder.

"Hello, my darling." I whispered, trailing my hands over his own broad shoulders. "I'm tired, Francis." Despite my mumblings, a small contented sigh broke through my lips as I felt the graze of my husband's teeth against my collarbone. My husband.

"Alright, Morning Glory." Francis murmured, shifting slightly so he could look up at me. "I can wait until you've had your rest." A shudder ran through my bones when Francis's hand reached my thigh, his warm touch dragging up my leg with my thin nightgown. "Maybe tomorrow," He lowered his lips to right next to my ear. "You will give me the privilege of loving you. And I don't know if you noticed, love, but there is no one around here to hear us. Maybe I can earn some more of those lovely sounds you know I love some much."

When he wants to, Francis can be very persuasive. I was just about to give into his touches and enjoy them, when he rolled off me, and settled down next to me, one arm still slung over my torso.

"But I can be patient, Morning Glory." I didn't have to turn my head to the side to see the smirk on his face. "I will see you when the sun comes up."

It took me a few minutes to still my racing heart, and I was almost positive Francis could hear it thudding in my chest. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but for the majority of my night, my mind was filled with hazy dreams, which I do not want to get into the details of.

In fact, when I awoke the next morning, I wasn't sure if I had actually returned to the world of the living, or if I was still in the pleasures of fantasy. Despite the breeze last night, a thin layer of sweat had appeared over my body, slicking my nightgown to my skin, and turning clammy in the morning cool.

What drew me awake was the slight tickling feeling of the cold silky fabric being peeled away from my skin, and the coolness immediately being replaced with a warm touch. Quickly, I recognized the warmth as Francis's hands, once again sliding up my legs, though this time, the feeling was much more intense. If he noticed the change in my breathing, he didn't let it slow him, as his hands eventually made it to the curve of the underside of my breast, the rest of his fingers splayed over my ribcage.

A sloppy kiss was pressed to the dip in my chest, through my nightgown. A hum vibrated through my throat, and I could feel Francis's lips curl into a smile against my chest.

"Good morning, Anya." Francis mumbled. One of my hands dropped lazily into his golden hair, as one of his began brushing over my nipple under my dress.

"Good morning." I breathed, as a set of fingers pulled over my skin.

"It's a beautiful day out." My husband commented as he nuzzled his face into my breast. My face fell to the side as I glanced out the window. The sun was already out, and the sky was very blue. Lovely. "What would you like to do today?"

"Well," I gathered my thoughts quickly, attempting to ignore the gentle touches under my shirt, and hiked one of my feet up against the mattress. Pushing into my foot, I flipped us over, so that I was straddling Francis. His hands slipped down from my chest to my hips, and I slightly disappointed. "Since you were so patient yesterday," my voice faltered for a moment as Francis guided my hips to rock gently over his, and a wave of satisfaction and need rippled through my body. My arms reached out to steady myself against Francis's shoulders. "You can pick what we do today."

A growl escaped Francis's lips and he sat up, kissing me eagerly. His quick motion pressed his hips more urgently against mine, eliciting a low moan from me. I could feel blush rising on my cheeks, but ignored it best I could, sliding my arms from his shoulders to up the back of his neck, to pull gently on his hair.

"I think you know what I would like to do today." Francis said, breaking our kiss. Turning my head, I pressed more kisses down his cheek, over towards his ear.

"I know," I smiled lightly. "But I would like to hear you tell me." As my lips barely brushed his ear, I rolled my hips slightly. A yelp escaped me as I was quickly spun around, and pressed back into the mattress.