The Queen and her Lord.

Ready.

"I'm all yours" Catherine whispered and kissed him passionately. While their lips connected, she carefully removed his belt. "Go on, give it a squeeze" she teased and began to unbutton his pants. "You've wanted to long enough" she chuckled softly. She had seen his eyes wandering to his chest enough times to know what he wanted. "You'll have to take the lead" she said once she had finally freed Stephane from his pants. Stephane was throbbing with a desire for her. "Tell me if I'm hurting you" he said and looked into her eyes. He wanted her more than anything. He gently rubbed his nose against hers, his little way of asking permission to enter her. Catherine rubbed her nose against his and put a hand on his cheek.

"I trust you Stephane. You will never hurt me" Catherine replied and looked lovingly up at him. He truly was her hero. She still couldn't believe how gentle and understanding he was. She knew she wouldn't receive such tenderness and compassion from Henry. She wanted to run far far away with Stephane and forget all about French court. Her thoughts were interrupted by Stephane entering her. She felt a great deal of discomfort, but she tried to hide it by kissing him. He kissed her tenderly back and the young couple spent the night consummating their love for one another. After their passion had reached its limit, Stephane did his best to pull out. He lay down next to her and looked into her twinkling hazel eyes. He was in a state of euphoria as the pleasure ran through his body. "I love you so much" he whispered and cuddled up to her. Catherine couldn't help but feel a little bit smug as she saw the feelings of pleasure, she had caused him to have. "I love you too" she whispered back and snuggled up to him. She felt like she could take on the world with him by her side.