Je T'aime. - Chapter 47: Chapter 47
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I stared down at my knotted hands in my lap. "I'm sorry, Mama," I pledged again. "It was just a reaction. I didn't mean to do it."
My mother let out another irritated sigh. "It doesn't matter if you meant to do it or not. You still did it. You still threw a glass of wine over royal guests!"
"Well, maybe they should watch their royal mouths and not call my best friend a whore!"
"Maria Christina!"
"Sorry! But it's the truth." The events of yesterday played in my head over and over again. What they said, my fury, those men's ugly faces when the wine landed on them. And me running away.
"Look at me," Hesitantly, I lifted my gaze upwards towards my mother, who stood above me commandingly. "I understand that you wanted to defend Isabella. What they said about her was terrible and completely untrue. But that doesn't mean that you can reply with such fiscality. Because that has repercussions."
I already understood where my mother was going with this. "If I knew those two men were Prince Benedetto's uncles, I would have never thought of doing that. And they shouldn't have said that. They started it."
"But you didn't have to finish it. Good Archduchesses turn the other cheek. And your actions, whether you meant it or not, reflected back on me and on your sister. Those men came to see if Liesl was the proper bride for Benedetto or not. Now, while you threw the wine on them and not Liesl, it gives them a poor image of your sister, that she may be temperamental. And now, I don't know if they'll agree to the marriage or not."
"Liesl's pretty, Mama, they'll take her."
Annoyance rose in my mother's tone. "Even if they do, a reputation will follow her to Turin, and it will be much harder for her to be accepted by Sardinians. Your lack of judgement made everything much, much harder for everyone."
I couldn't argue anymore. I just stared down into my lap. "I'm sorry."
My mother's expression softened as she reached for the doorknob. "I'm not angry. Just disappointed." The door clicked behind her, and she was gone.
I sank down into my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Everything had gone to shit. Everything was going so well, then so suddenly began slipping between my fingers like a handful of sand. I heard the door open, but I didn't look up. "Go away," I grumbled.
"Christina." Her sweet voice yanked me out of my stupor. I rocketed up to a seated position. There Isabella stood in the doorway, both hands on the doorframe. Her lips were slightly parted like she wanted to speak but couldn't.
I slid out of bed, quickly crossing the floor towards her. Without a second thought I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into me. Then, at her silence, I released her from my grasp, gazing deep into her eyes to find some kind of meaning. She closed the door behind her, locking it. "Are you angry with me?" I finally pleaded, Isabella gliding towards the windows.
She grasped the curtains and looked over her shoulder at me with a smile. "No, I could never be," She closed the curtain, casting the room into half-darkness. "Light some candles, would you dear?" I obliged, filling my bedchamber with an amber glow. She closed the other curtain. Noticing the puzzled look on my face, she grinned. "Joseph is out on the hunt all day."
"Is he now?"
"Yes," Isabella said, watching me light the candles. "It's delightful."
I laughed nervously. "Why'd you come here?"
Isabella chuckled. She sat down on the bed, leaning backwards on her hip, and looked up at me with glimmering, expectant eyes. "To see you. Why else?" She grasped my wrist, pulling me down onto the bed beside her. "I've been so desperately lonely, stuck up in my room all of the time."
"Well," I whispered. We were inadvertently leaning into each other, our bodies getting closer and closer together. "I have missed you."
Isabella gazed at me with starry eyes, her slender fingers toying with the lace trim on my sleeve. "With Joseph gone, I can't miss this opportunity. I rushed over here so quickly I nearly tripped over the rug in the hallway."
"Oh," I chuckled, running the side of my finger over her cheekbone. "Why is that?"
"I just... I can't be away from you any longer, my dear," she whispered, pressing a deep kiss to my lips that nearly put me in a trance. She broke to speak again, her mouth still against mine. "I need you." Again, she kissed me, taking my lower lip between her teeth as she did so. Her hands traced the edges of my body. Chills trickled down my spine, and a thousand feelings rushed to my head. Her lips trailed to my neck, and she pressed firm kisses to my throat and collarbone. While her tongue teased at my jugular, her fingers tugged at my clothes.
Desperately and clumsily, we undressed, our lips together, craving any kind of contact between naked skin. With true confidence in my door's lock, Isabella tore off her chemise and looked over me. Her hair was coming undone, and her skin shimmered with a gorgeous, healthy glow. Her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks flushed, and her lips curled into a bright smile. Her curves were so elegant, from her sloping shoulders to her small breasts and narrow waist. "God, you're so beautiful," I sighed. "But really, shouldn't you be resting?"
Isabella chuckled. "No," she took one of my nipples in her mouth, and an unintentional gasp fell from me. A wave of inescapable desire washed over me, and I felt a release of wetness from between my legs. As she pulled back, a strand of saliva stretched between my breast and her mouth. "I only want to please you."
She went back for more, and again I gasped with pleasure, inadvertently grasping at Isabella. "Isa," I stuttered, "Please."
Isabella grinned, tucking a rouge piece of hair back behind my ear. "Am I succeeding, sweetheart? Do you want more?"
I could only get out a pathetic "Mm-hmm," as Isabella trailed her kisses down my body, from my ribs to my stomach to my hips. She kept her chocolate eyes on mine as she spread my legs, keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on my thighs. My breathing grew heavier and heavier as I watched her go lower, and I buried a hand in her hair. Then she finally gave me what I wanted. She pleased me with her tongue, and my fingers tightened in her hair. I made noises I didn't even know I could make. "Oh, fuck," I managed to squeak between moans. Then a new feeling came over me, and my back arched with pleasure. Looking down, I saw that Isabella thrusted her fingers in and out of me. "Oh my God," I groaned.
Isabella brought herself up towards me, still drilling at me with her fingers. She kissed me, and I could taste myself on her lips. "You're so wet for me," she said, but I couldn't even reply. All I could do was make noises, like I had been reverted into an animal. Then it all came to precipice. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I threw my head back onto the bed. My thighs clenched together, and a feeling of pure euphoria came over me. Isabella's lips came to my throat again, and her fingers slowed to a stop. "Good job, pretty girl."
I could scarcely breathe. I just laid there, panting, my legs quivering as I processed what had just happened to me. Isabella brought up her fingers, glistening with wetness in the candlelight. "Where- where," I stuttered through heavy inhales. "Did you learn to do that."
"I don't know," she admitted. "It just came naturally, I suppose."
Though I was still shaking and confused, I cupped Isabella's face in my palm. "That felt incredible," she smiled, laying her naked body against mine. "I want you to feel it too."
"Oh, darling," she whispered. "You don't have to do that. Look at you. You're exhausted. I felt good just watching you."
I ran my hand down Isabella's thigh. "I want you to be satisfied," I moved my fingers between her legs, and felt that she was wet too. She opened her legs slightly, welcoming my touch, and let out a quiet moan through a smile. "Do you want it?"
She shifted herself closer to me. "God, yes. So badly," she whimpered. "Can I please-"
I whispered in her ear, "Do whatever you want. I'm yours." With those words, Isabella lifted herself up and placed one folded leg on either side of me, so that she straddled overtop of me. She lowered her hips onto me and began to move herself back and forth against me. She ran her hands up and down my torso, grasping at my breasts. She looked so beautiful in the candlelight, her soft, perfect curves cast in golden light. She made these delightful sounds, moving against me with increasing desperation. I held onto her hips, assisting with her motion. Finally, her face flushing red, she climaxed, shuttering as she leaned over me and buried her face in my neck. "Oh, Christina," she whimpered. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I replied, lowering her body down fully against mine and wrapping her in an embrace. "Do you feel good?"
Her voice was muffled against me. "Yes. God, yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Just..." Her breathing was delicate on my neck, her fingers intertwined with mine, and her supple skin against me. "Just stay here with me."
Isabella nuzzled her face down, clinging to me like she would be torn from me. "I will. I'd like nothing more."
"I love you."
"I know. I love you too."
We just laid there together, completely silent. The clock rang out with the hour, echoing across the room, but we ignored it. My eyelashes fluttered with oncoming sleep. Still, I held her tightly against me, playing with her hair. I had never felt so at peace. Why was the whole world so against us?
My mother let out another irritated sigh. "It doesn't matter if you meant to do it or not. You still did it. You still threw a glass of wine over royal guests!"
"Well, maybe they should watch their royal mouths and not call my best friend a whore!"
"Maria Christina!"
"Sorry! But it's the truth." The events of yesterday played in my head over and over again. What they said, my fury, those men's ugly faces when the wine landed on them. And me running away.
"Look at me," Hesitantly, I lifted my gaze upwards towards my mother, who stood above me commandingly. "I understand that you wanted to defend Isabella. What they said about her was terrible and completely untrue. But that doesn't mean that you can reply with such fiscality. Because that has repercussions."
I already understood where my mother was going with this. "If I knew those two men were Prince Benedetto's uncles, I would have never thought of doing that. And they shouldn't have said that. They started it."
"But you didn't have to finish it. Good Archduchesses turn the other cheek. And your actions, whether you meant it or not, reflected back on me and on your sister. Those men came to see if Liesl was the proper bride for Benedetto or not. Now, while you threw the wine on them and not Liesl, it gives them a poor image of your sister, that she may be temperamental. And now, I don't know if they'll agree to the marriage or not."
"Liesl's pretty, Mama, they'll take her."
Annoyance rose in my mother's tone. "Even if they do, a reputation will follow her to Turin, and it will be much harder for her to be accepted by Sardinians. Your lack of judgement made everything much, much harder for everyone."
I couldn't argue anymore. I just stared down into my lap. "I'm sorry."
My mother's expression softened as she reached for the doorknob. "I'm not angry. Just disappointed." The door clicked behind her, and she was gone.
I sank down into my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Everything had gone to shit. Everything was going so well, then so suddenly began slipping between my fingers like a handful of sand. I heard the door open, but I didn't look up. "Go away," I grumbled.
"Christina." Her sweet voice yanked me out of my stupor. I rocketed up to a seated position. There Isabella stood in the doorway, both hands on the doorframe. Her lips were slightly parted like she wanted to speak but couldn't.
I slid out of bed, quickly crossing the floor towards her. Without a second thought I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into me. Then, at her silence, I released her from my grasp, gazing deep into her eyes to find some kind of meaning. She closed the door behind her, locking it. "Are you angry with me?" I finally pleaded, Isabella gliding towards the windows.
She grasped the curtains and looked over her shoulder at me with a smile. "No, I could never be," She closed the curtain, casting the room into half-darkness. "Light some candles, would you dear?" I obliged, filling my bedchamber with an amber glow. She closed the other curtain. Noticing the puzzled look on my face, she grinned. "Joseph is out on the hunt all day."
"Is he now?"
"Yes," Isabella said, watching me light the candles. "It's delightful."
I laughed nervously. "Why'd you come here?"
Isabella chuckled. She sat down on the bed, leaning backwards on her hip, and looked up at me with glimmering, expectant eyes. "To see you. Why else?" She grasped my wrist, pulling me down onto the bed beside her. "I've been so desperately lonely, stuck up in my room all of the time."
"Well," I whispered. We were inadvertently leaning into each other, our bodies getting closer and closer together. "I have missed you."
Isabella gazed at me with starry eyes, her slender fingers toying with the lace trim on my sleeve. "With Joseph gone, I can't miss this opportunity. I rushed over here so quickly I nearly tripped over the rug in the hallway."
"Oh," I chuckled, running the side of my finger over her cheekbone. "Why is that?"
"I just... I can't be away from you any longer, my dear," she whispered, pressing a deep kiss to my lips that nearly put me in a trance. She broke to speak again, her mouth still against mine. "I need you." Again, she kissed me, taking my lower lip between her teeth as she did so. Her hands traced the edges of my body. Chills trickled down my spine, and a thousand feelings rushed to my head. Her lips trailed to my neck, and she pressed firm kisses to my throat and collarbone. While her tongue teased at my jugular, her fingers tugged at my clothes.
Desperately and clumsily, we undressed, our lips together, craving any kind of contact between naked skin. With true confidence in my door's lock, Isabella tore off her chemise and looked over me. Her hair was coming undone, and her skin shimmered with a gorgeous, healthy glow. Her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks flushed, and her lips curled into a bright smile. Her curves were so elegant, from her sloping shoulders to her small breasts and narrow waist. "God, you're so beautiful," I sighed. "But really, shouldn't you be resting?"
Isabella chuckled. "No," she took one of my nipples in her mouth, and an unintentional gasp fell from me. A wave of inescapable desire washed over me, and I felt a release of wetness from between my legs. As she pulled back, a strand of saliva stretched between my breast and her mouth. "I only want to please you."
She went back for more, and again I gasped with pleasure, inadvertently grasping at Isabella. "Isa," I stuttered, "Please."
Isabella grinned, tucking a rouge piece of hair back behind my ear. "Am I succeeding, sweetheart? Do you want more?"
I could only get out a pathetic "Mm-hmm," as Isabella trailed her kisses down my body, from my ribs to my stomach to my hips. She kept her chocolate eyes on mine as she spread my legs, keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on my thighs. My breathing grew heavier and heavier as I watched her go lower, and I buried a hand in her hair. Then she finally gave me what I wanted. She pleased me with her tongue, and my fingers tightened in her hair. I made noises I didn't even know I could make. "Oh, fuck," I managed to squeak between moans. Then a new feeling came over me, and my back arched with pleasure. Looking down, I saw that Isabella thrusted her fingers in and out of me. "Oh my God," I groaned.
Isabella brought herself up towards me, still drilling at me with her fingers. She kissed me, and I could taste myself on her lips. "You're so wet for me," she said, but I couldn't even reply. All I could do was make noises, like I had been reverted into an animal. Then it all came to precipice. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I threw my head back onto the bed. My thighs clenched together, and a feeling of pure euphoria came over me. Isabella's lips came to my throat again, and her fingers slowed to a stop. "Good job, pretty girl."
I could scarcely breathe. I just laid there, panting, my legs quivering as I processed what had just happened to me. Isabella brought up her fingers, glistening with wetness in the candlelight. "Where- where," I stuttered through heavy inhales. "Did you learn to do that."
"I don't know," she admitted. "It just came naturally, I suppose."
Though I was still shaking and confused, I cupped Isabella's face in my palm. "That felt incredible," she smiled, laying her naked body against mine. "I want you to feel it too."
"Oh, darling," she whispered. "You don't have to do that. Look at you. You're exhausted. I felt good just watching you."
I ran my hand down Isabella's thigh. "I want you to be satisfied," I moved my fingers between her legs, and felt that she was wet too. She opened her legs slightly, welcoming my touch, and let out a quiet moan through a smile. "Do you want it?"
She shifted herself closer to me. "God, yes. So badly," she whimpered. "Can I please-"
I whispered in her ear, "Do whatever you want. I'm yours." With those words, Isabella lifted herself up and placed one folded leg on either side of me, so that she straddled overtop of me. She lowered her hips onto me and began to move herself back and forth against me. She ran her hands up and down my torso, grasping at my breasts. She looked so beautiful in the candlelight, her soft, perfect curves cast in golden light. She made these delightful sounds, moving against me with increasing desperation. I held onto her hips, assisting with her motion. Finally, her face flushing red, she climaxed, shuttering as she leaned over me and buried her face in my neck. "Oh, Christina," she whimpered. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I replied, lowering her body down fully against mine and wrapping her in an embrace. "Do you feel good?"
Her voice was muffled against me. "Yes. God, yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Just..." Her breathing was delicate on my neck, her fingers intertwined with mine, and her supple skin against me. "Just stay here with me."
Isabella nuzzled her face down, clinging to me like she would be torn from me. "I will. I'd like nothing more."
"I love you."
"I know. I love you too."
We just laid there together, completely silent. The clock rang out with the hour, echoing across the room, but we ignored it. My eyelashes fluttered with oncoming sleep. Still, I held her tightly against me, playing with her hair. I had never felt so at peace. Why was the whole world so against us?
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