Post by wordy on Sept 2, 2009 14:26:34 GMT 10
Title: By Royal Decree
Rating: R (nudity)
Length: 552
Category: Tortall
Summary: When the King's away, Thayet will play...
Peculiar Pairing: Neal/Thayet
A/N: I blame verasque and pineappleyness for this
He babbled when he was nervous. It was strange, Thayet thought, that such a clever, witty young man could be reduced to a nervous wreck by the sight of a naked woman. It certainly worked wonders for her self-esteem.
She had spent the whole evening in her bedchamber preparing for their first night together. Her first difficulty had been choosing something to wear. A gown? Too formal. A flimsy nightgown? It made her feel like too much of a seductress. They knew what their relationship was going to be about, although she did admire him for his mind. So, after much pacing and talking to herself, she had decided to greet him in the nude. Stylishly, of course.
Make-up was easier: she decided to forgo rouge and lip paint (her lips already had plenty colour, so she had been told many times) but carefully outlined her eyes with black kohl. She couldn’t help but notice that her hand kept shaking, though she couldn’t admit to herself that she was at all nervous about the entire arrangement. It had been her idea in the first place; the boy was too caught up in his lust to use his brain.
Finally, just before he was due to arrive at her door, she brushed out her dark hair so that it fell about her bare shoulders.
Nealan of Queenscove was having second thoughts. In fact, they would probably be classified as eighth or ninth thoughts. Was this real? Was he really going to go through with it?
When he knocked at the door of his Queen and she called for him to enter, he was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him.
Thayet stood at the wide balcony, her back to him. Her pale back and legs seemed even paler in the soft moonlight that flooded her bedchambers. She rested her hands on the balcony ledge and it gave Neal a brief thrill to think that anyone walking in the gardens below could look up at any moment and see their Queen in all her splendour.
It all went rather downhill from there. He hesitated for a moment before crossing the room in a few strides, and suddenly he was standing by her side. His eyes were completely transfixed by the sight of her creamy white shoulder. She turned her face to him and it literally took his breath away. Unfortunately, he got it back soon after and once he had opened his mouth he couldn’t stop it.
Poor boy. His sentences were running together, something about midwinter and gardens and the university. Thayet stopped listening and observed him instead. He did look rather handsome when he was like this, all passionate and confused and she really wished he would stop talking already. A comma of hair had flicked over his forehead and she was aching to reach up and run her fingers through it...
“Shutup.”
His brain came to a complete halt at her words, having obeyed instantly. She was the Queen, after all.
“That’s better,” she said, and smiled.
Then she had stepped toward him, his hands found themselves running up and down her smooth, bare back, and her lips were the sweetest thing that he had ever tasted.
She decided he was wearing far too many clothes.
Rating: R (nudity)
Length: 552
Category: Tortall
Summary: When the King's away, Thayet will play...
Peculiar Pairing: Neal/Thayet
A/N: I blame verasque and pineappleyness for this
He babbled when he was nervous. It was strange, Thayet thought, that such a clever, witty young man could be reduced to a nervous wreck by the sight of a naked woman. It certainly worked wonders for her self-esteem.
*****
She had spent the whole evening in her bedchamber preparing for their first night together. Her first difficulty had been choosing something to wear. A gown? Too formal. A flimsy nightgown? It made her feel like too much of a seductress. They knew what their relationship was going to be about, although she did admire him for his mind. So, after much pacing and talking to herself, she had decided to greet him in the nude. Stylishly, of course.
Make-up was easier: she decided to forgo rouge and lip paint (her lips already had plenty colour, so she had been told many times) but carefully outlined her eyes with black kohl. She couldn’t help but notice that her hand kept shaking, though she couldn’t admit to herself that she was at all nervous about the entire arrangement. It had been her idea in the first place; the boy was too caught up in his lust to use his brain.
Finally, just before he was due to arrive at her door, she brushed out her dark hair so that it fell about her bare shoulders.
Nealan of Queenscove was having second thoughts. In fact, they would probably be classified as eighth or ninth thoughts. Was this real? Was he really going to go through with it?
When he knocked at the door of his Queen and she called for him to enter, he was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him.
Thayet stood at the wide balcony, her back to him. Her pale back and legs seemed even paler in the soft moonlight that flooded her bedchambers. She rested her hands on the balcony ledge and it gave Neal a brief thrill to think that anyone walking in the gardens below could look up at any moment and see their Queen in all her splendour.
It all went rather downhill from there. He hesitated for a moment before crossing the room in a few strides, and suddenly he was standing by her side. His eyes were completely transfixed by the sight of her creamy white shoulder. She turned her face to him and it literally took his breath away. Unfortunately, he got it back soon after and once he had opened his mouth he couldn’t stop it.
*****
Poor boy. His sentences were running together, something about midwinter and gardens and the university. Thayet stopped listening and observed him instead. He did look rather handsome when he was like this, all passionate and confused and she really wished he would stop talking already. A comma of hair had flicked over his forehead and she was aching to reach up and run her fingers through it...
“Shutup.”
His brain came to a complete halt at her words, having obeyed instantly. She was the Queen, after all.
“That’s better,” she said, and smiled.
Then she had stepped toward him, his hands found themselves running up and down her smooth, bare back, and her lips were the sweetest thing that he had ever tasted.
She decided he was wearing far too many clothes.