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disclaimer: I don't own the tv show reign and never will.

triggers: underage, mostly mentions but definitely indications of underage sex.

what a way to love

part five

by colorshow

Francis doesn't listen to his mother. He never has, not really anyways, so it shouldn't really be a surprise.

It starts the day Mary turns fourteen, a celebration is held in honor of her birthday and she leans close to him as she whispers in his ear "I'm fourteen now, we better hold to our promise." She bites her lip as she twirls away from him Kenna grabbing her arm, pulling her along to the banquet table.

Mary didn't have to tell him what she meant for him to know. Oh, he knew what she meant.

So when the music slows he pulls her close to him and they dance together, it's his turn to whisper in her ear "Oh, I plan on making good on promises, we sort of have a tradition about birthdays, you know?" he whispers.

"Really? You just like to sneak into my bed." Mary teases, causing Francis to give her a slight smile "Maybe, but traditions are traditions, I'll be there tonight." He confirms, conviction in his words.

His hands grip her waist, dangerous territory as she murmurs "You always seem so shy to others, but I never see it."

Shaking his head he corrects her "No, you see, I simply can't help myself around you, unsurprisingly. You are the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Only to you I'm sure. Well, that's what matters, and I'm never going to let you go." She says, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he tries to deepen, knowing it'll attract stares but not really caring.

For a second she winds her tongue with his before she pulls away "We're in the middle of court" she hisses, swatting him on the chest, in response he grins cheekily, "Then they all we know you're mine, won't they?" he questions, making Mary giggle in response.

"So possessive, aren't you?" she comments, to which he immediately responds "Only with you."

He slips into her bed using the secret passage they had both used when they were young.

"Francis, we need to be careful, my ladies only just left!" she reprimands playfully, he nods half-heartedly, not really caring as he crawls into bed behind her, pressing kisses to her neck.

Her efforts are half-hearted as he presses his body against hers, their lips meeting. "Somebody is eager" Mary mocks, glancing a look at a place that certainly isn't a place she should be looking at before their union is recognized. But Francis doesn't miss the way her pupils have widened and her cheeks are flushed.

"I think it's the other way around and you want me." Francis whispers moving his hand underneath her night gown, she makes no move to stop him when his fingers reach her clit. She doesn't stop him when his tongue replaces his fingers with his tongue. She doesn't complain when she calls his name while he kisses her in her most private places.

"Tonight Francis. I want it to be tonight. I love you and you love me, nothing is stopping us." Mary pleads. He knows they shouldn't but if it's love is it wrong?

By the end of the night she is no longer a maiden and he has laid with a woman.

The maids see the blood stains on her sheets. His mother reprimands them both "I told you, no I warned you, all you had to do was wait." The Queen hissed, while the two barely teens looked sheepishly at each other.

"The wedding will be soon. Let's pray that you do not have life yet within you. At least for now."

Francis blushed while Mary smiled "But, Queen Catherine don't you want to be a grandmother?"

"I won't fall for your sweet games Mary. I know you." Her skirts sweep loudly from the room with the click-clack of her heels. She's the regal grace they have both disappointed.

"It's not wrong, not really." Francis whispers in her ear, "We will marry regardless." Mary smiles and pulls on his doublet, he deepens the kiss.

It is no wonder they fall into bed the next night and he makes her peak once with his tongue, and again with his fingers, and finds his release within her. Propriety be damned.