The Queen and her Lord.

That Night

Catherine left Stephane to go for a bath and she was looking forward to her night with Stephane. She knew that he would be gentle with her and respect her wishes. She clearly found him attractive but as she undressed herself, she began to worry if he would find her desirable. She had seen the tall, skinny girls that his friends went for. She was short in stature with perfect curves. She began to fear that she wouldn't be able to get him sufficiently aroused. What if she couldn't bring herself to do the things he liked? What if she didn't know what he would like?

The thoughts were swirling around her head as she sunk into the warm water of the bath. Stephane was quietly in her room changing her bedsheets for her. He then scattered rose petals on the bed and lit candles around the room. He wanted to try make it as romantic as possible for her. He wanted to show her how much he cares. He too was nervous about intimacy with her. He was scared that he would hurt her or make her feel like he'd expect this intimacy on a regular basis. While he was busy distracting himself with decorating her room, while Stephane was doing this, Catharine was focused on trying to breathe.

She had seen the bulge that formed in Stephane's pants when they spent time kissing, her body close to his but this time it would be different. This time she wouldn't have layers of fabric or her corset to hide behind. No way to hide that one of her breasts was slightly bigger than the other, no way to hide her tummy. She thought Stephane was perfect and she didn't want to lose him. He was her rock, the only one she could truly rely on. He was the only one who listened to her, understood her, loved her for who she was. She got out of the bath and wrapped her robe around her body.

Stephane too had gone for a hot bath to wash away the smell of horses from his hair. He was looking forward to showing her how much he loved her. He often found it difficult to express his feelings and put them into words. With Catherine's help he had learned that it was ok to express his emotions. He got dressed and put on her favorite of his aftershaves. He stopped on the way to get a bottle of her favorite wines. He then knocked on the door to her chambers. "Catherine, may I come in?" he asked softly. "Of course," she responded and put a lace nightgown on. Stephane entered the room and she tied her nightgown tightly around her body. "Thank you for all this" she said, referring to the candles and flowers. "I thought it might be nice to set the mood". He said with a smile and kissed her. She kissed him back and began to fiddle with the cuff of her sleeves.

The pair sat on her bed and drank some wine. They laughed and joked like they usually did. The shared stories and secrets like every night. Catherine carefully removed he robe, starting to feel more confident. "You look so very beautiful tonight" he said softly and kissed her. She kissed him back and carefully pushed his jacket from his body. "You smell nice" she said with a smile. His heart was pounding from his chest, he slid his hands to her lower back and continued to kiss her soft lips. She returned each of his kisses and began to relax. She finally felt brave enough to give herself to him.