Lady Narcisse.

Good Night

Smut warning....

Silence was all that surrounded the Narcisse family home. The only thing that could be heard on the clear night was the sound of a groan coming from the bed chambers of Lord Stephane Narcisse. He was enjoying a hot bath to relax after a long day "harder Catherine" he groaned as he felt her hands run over his bare shoulders. "I'm going as hard as I can" she chuckled softly and massaged her husbands sore shoulder "you're such a baby sometimes" she teased and handed him the bar of soap. "but I'm your baby" he said and kissed her softly as he took the soap in his hand. He looked down at the bar of lemon scented soap and grinned as an idea popped into his head. "I was thinking "he began and looked up at his wife with a mischievous twinkle in his big blue eyes. Catherine pretended she didn't notice. "oh no, you thinking is never good" she teased "you know my shoulder is so very sore..."he continued. "Well you've only been complaining about it for the last hour" she responded in a light hearted way as she continued to massage his shoulder. "so I think, since it's so sore that you should wash my body" he said with a grin. Catherine shook her head and laughed softly. "I suppose you're right" she said. She liked to make a fuss of him when he was sick or sore. "but no funny business mister" she said and carefully took her chin in her hand, lifting his face so his gaze went to her eyes, not her cleavage. "you're the best" he said with the brightest smile and kissed her with a tenderness he only had when he was with her. She returned the kiss, deepening it for a moment to tease him.

"Catherine" Stephane moaned very softly against her lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at his moan and washed his chest and his arms. She then did his back. "you can do the rest yourself" she said with a smug grin as she noticed the semi her husband was sporting. She was rather proud of how quickly she could have his body react. "I'll be getting myself ready for bed and for god sakes keep it down, our children are sleeping across the hall" she said and left him be. She closed the door that linked their bedroom to the room where they kept the bath. She knew that if Stephane had his way they'd have a large bath in the middle of every room. She took a moment to take a deep breath and she then began to remove all of her jewellery. The only pieces she wore all the time were her wedding ring and her engagement ring. They were the most precious items she owned and her most prised possessions. Once she had removed her jewellery and taken her hair down she sent for her lady to help her remove her corset and the outer layers of her dress. Once her lady had left and she was alone she changed into one of Stephane's shirts. They were much warmer than her night gowns. Catherine carefully combed through her think, golden curls and tied her hair into a simple braid. Her night time routine was the only time she had to herself. It was her moment to be alone.

Stephane finished off in the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist. He carefully stretched and then towel dried his hair. He happened to love it when Catherine made a fuss of him. Before Luc and Rosie came along he had gotten quite used to having Catherine's attention and caring nature all to himself. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror to brush his thick and greying hair. He was still proud to have it all and he liked to tease Catherine about having a vintage husband. He knocked on the door dividing the two rooms. "Catherine, are you decent?" he asked softly. "like it would stop you if I wasn't" she teased and opened the door. "You are so handsome" she said with a smile and took a few seconds to admire her husband. She quite liked having an athletic and attractive husband. "my eyes are up here" he teased and kissed her forehead. "I have to say, your shirts look way better on you than they ever did on me" he said with a grin as he eyed her up. He carefully put a hand on lower back and pulled her closer. He looked at her ruby red lips and then back at her eyes. He looked at her lips once more and kissed her passionately. Catherine knew what a kiss like that meant. She returned the kiss just as passionately and then put a hand on his chest as she felt his hand go to her ass. "if your shoulder is too sore to wash your own arms then it's too sore for whatever is causing that twinkle in your eyes" she said with a grin. She slid her hand between them and carefully cupped his testicles in her dainty hand. "oh Catherine" he sighed happily in a pitch higher than his usual silly smooth voice. She carefully squeezed him and looked at his face, really enjoying the reaction she was causing. She then covered his neck in kisses before kissing to his ear. While this was going on Stephane was rendered speechless, something only Catherine had the ability to create in him. She nibbled on his earlobe for a moment as she squeezed him. "that's all you're getting tonight" she whispered to him and pulled away. "oh you tease" he said with a most dramatic sigh. "and that's why you loved me" she teased back and walked to get some hand lotion for herself, swaying her hips to add to the teasing.

Stephane put some underwear on and got into bed. He picked up the book on his bedside locker but didn't really read it. He was too busy watching his beautiful wife and being incredibly grateful that she had chosen him and a quiet life in the country over the chance to be queen. She would always be his queen. Catherine finished applying her lotions before getting into bed with her husband. "I love you" she said softly and kissed him before resting her head on his chest. "I love you too" Stephane responded and kissed her gently back. He and Catherine cuddled up to each other and shared some news from their day. They talked about the books they were reading, the flowers Catherine had arranged, the crops Stephane had been researching, the fun they had in the garden with their children. The pair held each other close and eventually fell asleep.