A Collection of Imagines

Timothée

Lay with me 

A bright shines through the skin of my eyelids, waking me from slumber. I scrunch my face as I struggle to open my eyes. The noise of the street floods my ears as I bring my hand up to wipe the sleep from my face. I open my eyes to find a window I have never seen before. I look through the shutters to find the street that the pub I work in. The jaded sign standing proudly dead center of the view of this window. I move my gaze around to examine the room I'm in. I see that the rest of my body is covering in a white sheet in the middle of this white painted room. I move my legs around under the sheet to find out that I was naked underneath it. I groan to myself as I see my clothes scattered across the floor along with someone else's. Just then, I hear the heavy breathing of the man sleeping next to me. I shift my body, holding the sheet against my bare chest to see the man next to me. I jump slightly in horror, hopefully not waking him. I cover my mouth before a gasp escapes from it. Prince Henry. Hal. That is what they call him. Hal is sleeping right next to me. The sheet only covers half of his body and I already know what is underneath it. You stupid whore. You slept with the king's son. He stirs next to me and my first instinct is to turn back around and pretend to sleep. I feel him move closer to me. His actions led me to believe that he is still half asleep as he drapes an arm over my waist. I decide to speak, "Your Majesty, I should be going --"

"Shhh." 

I quiet for a few seconds, not knowing if he wanted me to leave without a word or to just be quiet. I press further, "Sir, I shouldn't --"

"Just lay with me." 

"Lay with you, sir?" I feel him move more into me. His nose nuzzles into the skin of my neck, setting the rest of my body on fire. I feel another arm dig itself from under me and wrap around my shoulder. He turns himself on his back, guiding me onto his chest. 

"Yes, I wish for nothing more." 

My cheek presses against his chest. His flesh warm and smooth. The memories of last night come flashing into my brain. His skin. His lips. His hands. Wrapping me into himself as he does sinful things to my body. Littering me with bruises only I can find. Gripping himself around my neck as he cherishes my body. A night I could never forget. His breath draws into chest incredulously as he raises a hand up to move my hair away from my face. The presence of sleep flooding throughout me once more. My eyes slowly shut to the sound of his voice. 

"Nothing more, fair maiden."