Always For You

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Henry had called a meeting of all the ambassadors before he left for progress. It was a warm day and the room was small. There appeared to be a lot to discuss.

Chapuys couldn't care less however. Since the day he had last seen Mary, he had been turning the encounter over and over in his mind. Not unnaturally, he had been difficult to work with and several colleagues were currently praying for patience and sanity in their dealings with him.

As Henry droned on, Chapuys came to a realisation. He loved Mary. This wasn't the first time this thought had occurred, but it was the first time he really knew. And judging by some of her reactions, she wasn't oblivious to him either. His eyes widened at this insight.

The Venetian ambassador, sitting opposite, quirked his eyebrows at him. Chapuys twitched and a hint of a smile played around the man's lips.

With this knowledge hanging over him, Chapuys spent the rest of the meeting in a daze. When the ambassadors were dismissed, he realised he had not taken in a word of what was said. He could probably persuade one of the others to give him an overview. He toyed with the idea of confiding his problem to a suitably discreet person without mentioning Mary's name then mentally shook himself. What was he thinking? He couldn't tell anyone. People had died for less! Chapuys returned to his rooms and spent the rest of the day brooding.

A few days later, he was informed that Mary had requested to see him before the progress. He groaned inwardly at the message, already anticipating the awkward tension between them. Nevertheless, he must obey the summons. Chapuys decided to just get it over with and visit her now.

He was announced and entered her rooms. 'Princess,' he began. 'You requested to see me?'

'Yes Excellency,' Mary replied. She nodded to her ladies. 'You may go.'

They filed out and Chapuys was alone with Mary, which did not help matters. He caught the scent of orange blossom and rosewater and felt his breathing become slightly ragged.

Mary apparently did not notice. 'Excellency, I know you are very busy but I wished to say goodbye to you before the progress. I know you are not going of course...'

'Princess...' Chapuys tried to stop the conversation so he could leave before she went to his head but it was too late. Her beauty and scent were intoxicating and he dug his nails into his palms to keep him in reality.

'But they are taking me! Father says I am beloved by the North and they will be pleased to see me! I have never met so many people who loved me!' She spun round in delight and landed right in front of Chapuys, facing him.

Chapuys' professionalism broke at that speech. Before he could stop himself, he said quietly, 'There are many of us who love you, Princess.'

Mary froze and her eyes widened. She looked Chapuys straight in the eyes as her breath hitched and she unconsciously licked her lips.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he died for it, it would be worth it. Chapuys dropped his cane, grabbed Mary by the shoulders, pulled her towards him and crashed his lips down onto hers.

After the initial shock, Mary dipped her arms under his and pushed herself against him. The still rational part of Chapuys' brain reeled at the thought of Mary encouraging him. Hesitantly he used his tongue to caress her lips and slid his right hand to the small of her back.

At the sensation Mary moaned quietly against his lips and the sound of desire nearly undid him. He backed her against the wall, thankful there was no one around and began to experimentally move down her neck.

Mary's head tilted to the side in bliss as Eustace explored her neck. No man had ever kissed her like this. Her hands dropped from his back and came to rest on his hips as she arched her back in response to his touch.

Chapuys forced himself away from Mary and looked at her.

'Princess, I do not want to make you go further than you want to,' he said, the words nearly breaking him. As Mary looked at him, wide-eyed, he began to feel true horror that he had already pushed her too far and began to backtrack. 'I am sorry Princess. I forced you into this and I should leave immediately...'

'No Eustace,' Mary said breathlessly, 'You should stay.' And she place her hands either side of his mouth and brought his lips to hers.

The simple fact that it was now Mary initiating, and not Chapuys, somehow made it better for him. He felt the blood rush straight to his groin and the feeling made him pant against her mouth.

Mary paused and stared at him, puzzled. He made a decision. If they were going to do this, he would not take the king's daughter against the wall like a whore. This was her first time. It should be done properly.

He took her hand and led her to her bedchamber. It was strange he should be almost crippled with gout, but right now he did not feel it. The both went in and shut the door.

Carefully, not wanting to scare her, Chapuys sat them both on the bed and began gently kissing the back of her neck. He moved round and Mary turned and caught his lips with hers, sending another spark of desire through him. She began to tug at his collar, so he removed his jacket and sat before her in his shirt.

Unexpectedly, she slid her hand underneath and tentatively stroked his chest and back. Eustace felt his eyes roll back in his head and his head tipped back at the sensations she was producing. He unlaced her gown enough to loosen the top, laid her back on the bed and proceeded to explore her breasts with his mouth. He could see that Mary was enjoying it, if her blissed-out expression was anything to go by and when her hands resumed their play under his shirt the ache between his legs became almost unbearable.

'More, more,' Mary murmured jaggedly. 'God, don't stop.'

Taking this as a sign, Chapuys pushed up the skirt of her gown and stroked her thigh. Her eyes flew open and he immediately stopped, fearful.

'I want you, Eustace,' Mary said. 'But I must not get with child.'

'I promise, my princess,' he said and stroked her thigh again, before brushing her centre with his thumb. It was Mary now whose eyes rolled and moaned as Chapuys expertly pushed her higher and higher.

Before she exploded however, Mary managed to push away from him. It felt cold and empty, but she realised that Eustace had been neglected and that wasn't fair. She had very little idea of what to do in this situation, but fortunately her old governess Lady Salisbury had given her some basic instruction on what to expect on a wedding night and what men did to women. So she hazarded a guess and pulled at his clothing, hoping he would he would get the hint.

Chapuys felt some relief as he lowered his breeches and hose. The ache in his groin subsided a fraction, only to rocket again as Mary experimentally stroked him. At his sharp intake of breath Mary looked worried again, but relaxed when she saw him exhale.

'Are you sure?' he asked. Mary nodded and he carefully entered her.

He could immediately see it caused her pain. He went as slow as he possibly could, giving her time to adjust. For him it was torture to go so slow, she felt so good.

Eventually they were there and he began to slowly move inside her. Mary gasped a couple of times in pain at first, but then she relaxed and as the pleasure hit her, began moaning softly, climbing back up to that high she had been on.

Chapuys had not felt so alive in years. A woman he loved was around him, moaning for him and only him. He began to speed up, knowing he couldn't last much longer. His hand found and played with Mary's core, causing louder moans from her.

Fearful of being overheard and caught, Chapuys deftly tipped forward and smothered Mary's moans with his mouth. However this change in position caused Mary to fall over the edge and her convulsive moments pushed Chapuys over too. He managed to pull out of her just seconds before his vision went grey around the edges and they were swallowing each other's moans. 'Oh Mary,' he panted against her when he could form a coherent word again.

'Eustace,' Mary said unsteadily and with deep pleasure.

He gently untangled himself from Mary's arms and collapsed on the bed next to her, still catching his breath. Now that rational thought was coming back to him, he began to plan on how best to remove the evidence of their lovemaking. Fortunately there was no blood, though Chapuys knew that did not happen every time. Tipping water over the stains on her would give her excuse to change and he would retie her dress and arrange their clothing before they left the room.

He turned to find Mary looking at him. 'Planning?' she asked with a giggle.

'Of course,' he said with a smile. 'For you. Always for you.'

Their affair would be dangerous. But, Chapuys thought as he stroked Mary's cheek, she would definitely be worth it.

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FIN

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