The house was quiet.
Soft light filtered through thick curtains, the kind that made time feel slower, like the day outside had no power in here.
She moved barefoot across the wooden floors, her long robe trailing behind her. Deep green velvet, trimmed in gold β it whispered over her skin like a memory. Her hair was still slightly damp from her bath, and sheβd left it loose, curling around her shoulders in waves.
He was waiting in the living room, one arm draped along the back of the couch, watching her like she was both familiar⦠and brand new.
βYou always look like royalty,β he said, voice low, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
She paused in the doorway, letting the firelight catch on the curve of her jaw. βMaybe I just like being looked at like I am.β
He stood and crossed the space between them in three quiet steps.
There was no rush. No wild urgency. Just the pull β magnetic and slow β of something that had been building all day. His fingers found the edge of her robe, brushing the velvet aside just enough to see the silk underneath.
βI missed this,β he whispered. βUs. Alone.β
She leaned into him, letting her hands slide up under his shirt, fingers grazing the warmth of his skin. βThen donβt waste it,β she breathed.
Their kiss was soft at first β reverent. But the way his hands pulled her close told her everything. How long heβd waited. How much he needed to feel her pressed against him.
She led him to the bedroom.
The sheets were cool when they tumbled onto them, tangled in layers of silk and laughter. Her robe slipped to the floor. The rest followed, piece by piece, like petals being pulled from a flower.
What came next wasnβt rushed.
It was exploration. Reconnection.
Hands finding curves they already knew β but craved like it was the first time.
She sighed against his mouth.
Arched when he whispered her name like it was a spell.
Clung to him when their bodies found rhythm β quiet, deep, knowing.
And when they lay together afterward, wrapped in each other and shadows, she smiled.
Because here β in this little room, with nothing royal but the way he touched her β she felt more powerful, more desired, more real than any crown could make her.
SimonF
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