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hellokafkiana · 8 years ago

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And so we meet again p4

Five months passed.

Five moths during which the dowager Duchess of Buckingham never left the Palace, becoming an integral and stable member of the Court. The Queen did not like that at all but Anne didn’t care. She knew she should have and yet she didn’t care. She was not a threat to the Queen’s position anyway, she never intended to be or to become one. She was barley present at any public occasion and when she was, she made sure to keep a low profile.

On the contrary, in those five months Athos had made many efforts trying to be present at every possible public occasion. He knew he couldn’t talk to her but he needed to know, he needed to see that she was well and alive and… clearness again. He had even questioned some servants, discreetly, and he had found out that the first two months she had behaved oddly, spending a lot of time alone, reading or playing with her pupil, screaming in her sleep and turning with terrified gazes every-time she heard a noise and even her private encounters with the King had stopped. But it didn’t last too long. Gradually she had started to dance again, to sleep again, to laugh again, to live again, to meet the King again and … well Athos didn’t want to think about that specific part of his wife’s life.

That night there was a public ballet, hosted in honor of the new Portuguese ambassador. Athos, obviously was present, as his role of the Captain of the King’s Musketeers requested. As soon as he arrived he started looking for her. He tried not to but she couldn’t help. After some seconds he noticed her, Anne was sitting in the corner of the room, talking with one of her lady in waiting. She seemed so… serene, and clean, and beautiful and…

“You shouldn’t keep staring at her” Athos turned confused, meeting a girl’s eyes that were staring at him insistently “I.. I’m not…What are you talking about?” The girl smirked at him “I’m lady Elizabeth. Lady Elizabeth Talbot” Athos finally understood “Oh, yes, you’re right. I met you some months ago, I’m…” “I know who you are, Oliver” That name made him tremble, Oliver was not a name he wanted to hear, Oliver belonged to the past, Oliver belonged… to her…“I don’t use that name, Lady Elizabeth. I suggest you to…” “Of course, of course” she replied annoyed “But still…don’t look at her. Don’t. She deserves better than you” “I’m not…” “Bullshit. You are. At least you keep distant, I may concede you this and yet… you’re too close to her. Always checking on how she’s doing, always… worrying about her” “I am discreet” Athos replied convinced. “Not as much as you think you are” Elizabeth replied with a mockery tone. Athos stared at the girl, she really… cared for Anne, it was so strange to meet someone that was so…affectionate with her, that was fighting for her, that was worried about her. “I just want to make sure that she’s ok” “She is. Not thanks to you, but she is”

From distance, Anne noticed his niece talking with Athos and something of that view made her… uncomfortable and unable to listen to others people’s conversation or to think clearly. With an excuse she left her table to reach the two of them and once she did, she went beyond them but the gaze she gave them was even too evident. Bess stood there petrified and Athos followed her. Anne kept walking, with her husband behind her, and only after some minutes she opened a secret passage and entered a tunnel, Athos silently followed her. Before he could understand what was going on she was grabbing his arm and pushing him agains the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed, stopping him with her elbow. “Me?” he asked perplexed “You” “You” “You” and each time she said that her voice grown more angry, her eyes more furious “Yes, you. What do you think you’re doing? What do you want? You say you want me, you… show you want me, you save me, you kiss me, then you reject me and then you ask about me, you stare at me, you constantly observe me and then… I find you chatting with my niece”

She seemed, she…was so mad at him, the tension between them was incredibly strong. Anne waited some seconds and then finally she leaned on his ear, whispering softly, with a dangerous, sexy, charming and yet threatening tone “So, what do you think you’re doing? With her? With… me?”

Some seconds later she moved away from his neck, and she put herself in front of him, freeing him from her grip. Her face was so close to him, so close that for a second he thought he could have kissed her. Athos breathed heavily, she was too close and that situation was too dangerous, the warm press of her body against his was driving him mad, her curly hair against his face made him tremble, her warm breath on him made him quiver. He tried to resist, he really tried to to calm down, he really tried to contain himself. He tried and he failed. Anne, his Anne was staring at him. It was really such a small space, so small that he could smell her perfume, so small that he could feel her heart beating.

In a second his lips were on hers, strong, passionate, demanding. In a second she felt his strong hands on her cheek, pulling her closer, holding her to him. Anne resisted for some seconds. She knew this was a big mistake, she knew she was risking everything, her whole life, her status, her…her own heart. She knew it was a mistake and yet eventually she gave in and tried to deepen the kiss, desperately. She stopped fighting, letting him hug her, completely abandoned to the moment, her hands finding grip on his doublet and he took advantage of that, because suddenly he was turning them so that now he was the one who was pressing her against the wall.

Athos had crushed her against the wall so hard that it hurt her and yet Anne didn’t care. On the contrary, she liked it, she was glad of it, she…wanted it. His hands were so tight in her hair that it was painful, even their bodies were slamming together hard enough to bruise and Anne was aroused.

4 years. Almost 5 years of waiting, seemed now like an…eternity and those years had made him incredibly rough and…impatient and Anne… liked that, she liked that more than she could admit. She wanted the same, she knew she shouldn’t have, but she did.

Their lips kept moving against each other’s and without even realizing she was, Anne started to work the laces of his breeches free, and after that she unknotted his drawers. At the same time his hands were moving to tug her skirts up but she didn’t let him, he was not in control this time, she was.

They looked at each others for some seconds without saying a word. She saw his desire and he saw her pupils becoming always more dilated. She felt his erection hard and insistent against her and some seconds after she let him do what he wanted. Some seconds after he was lifting up her skirts and getting rid of her underwear. Once again they looked at each other, but it didn’t last.

In a moment Anne’s legs were wrapped around her husband’s waist and he was pressing inside her, in a moment Anne arched her back closing her eyes. Then, suddenly, he started thrusting into her, pushing her to the wall and penetrating each time harder and Anne, unexpectedly, found herself wanting that so badly that she started meeting his motion, urging him for more, almost begging him silently, with the small thrusts of her hips.

Anne knew she couldn’t moan and Athos didn’t deserved that anyway …he didn’t deserve her, or to feel her… satisfaction or her… affection for him. But she couldn’t stop herself from feeling good, so good when he was sinking inside her, pushing her up against the wall, kissing her deeply or breathing hot against her neck.

She had forgotten how good it was to be with him, she definitely had, even though she had been living on the memories of their story for about than ten years by then.

Oliver - damn I can’t think of him as Oliver - she thought, Athos, just Athos. Athos… Athos was special, nobody else had ever made her feel like that, nobody else could understand her needs the way he did, nobody else was as gentle, as sweet, as caring, as passionate, as… but thankfully, this time there was no sign of tenderness, she thought with relief. This time she was drowning into sensations, feels, delight, this time it was not sweet, not at all. This time was…The fact was that she had tried to resist him, she really had, but surrendering to it, surrounding to him, it was much easier. It was a one-time thing, it was a goodbye, she promised to herself, even though deep down she was aware that this was a lie, but Oliver - Athos - was still familiar, even after all those years. They still knew each other, they were still…But Anne stopped that thought.

What she couldn’t and did not want to stop was the pleasure she was feeling, so Anne grasped when she felt her climax building inside her and once again she tried to tell herself that she couldn’t scream, not if she cared about her…life. And he knew that too, ovbiously. As a result they both just gave soft groans and they tried to keep each other quiet, so they constantly kissed each other, suffocating any suspicious noise.

Anyway, when she cum, she couldn’t help but whispering his name, leaving small kisses on his neck. “Oliver” like a curse, and “Oliver” like a bless “Oliver”

Then as abruptly as it had started, it ended and she pushed him away.

“Why?” she whispered with closed eyes, fixing her cloths “What?” he replied genuinely confused “Why? Why I can’t let you go? Why I can’t just… move on? You broke my heart and… my soul and…” “Anne, please…” “No” she said leaving without giving him the chance to explain himself. Leaving him, there, alone.

Athos waited some seconds before putting his breeches on again and following her, but once he was out of the tunnel he saw no sign of her. He searched for her for the rest of the evening without success. He needed to tell her, he needed to tell her that he loved her, he needed to tell her that he did came to crossroads, he needed to tell her that she meant everything to him, he needed to explain everything, he needed to… but he didn’t find her.

Anne walked around the castle for some minutes before managing to calm her down, she should have known this, she should have known that pushing her husband in a secret tunnel was no the smarted idea she had ever had, she should have known, she should have stopped him, but she couldn’t…she still… felt something for him despite everything that had happened between them.

When Anne entered her room she found there an unexpected guest.

“Bess?” “Aunt” “What are you doing here?” “I’m sorry, I never wanted to… interfere in your private life, I just wanted to…” the girl whispered uncomfortable Anne smile, reassuring her “I know, I know” “You’re my family” “And you’re mine” Anne said before hugging her “I love you, I don’t want to see you hurt again, aunt, I don’t…” “Shhh…I know. I love you, too, darling, but I’m a grown up woman, you don’t have to worry about my… matrimonial’s drama” Bess nodded “You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known but when it comes to him… You are fragile. You change the tone of your voice, the light in your eyes, and…” Anne knew she was right “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m the one that worries about you, baby. Now go back to the party” “Are you sure?” “Of course! Go and have fun!” Before leaving the girl smiled and kissed Anne on her cheek.

Some hours later Anne was resting on her bed, reading a book by candlelight, trying to forget everything about her… encounter with Athos, when her valet announced her that the King was there to see her.

Anne stood up suddenly and bowed before Louis.

“Oh Milady, I’m sorry to disturb you but I really needed to see a friendly face” “Oh Majesty you never disturb me, you know that” she replied with a charming tone and a small, beautiful, innocent smile on her face “Would you like to have some wine?” she asked gently. “You still are a saint, Milady” he said sitting on the edge of her bed, visibly exhausted. Anne brought some wine and smiled in his direction, sensing his his distress. “Everyone is against me, I feel surrounded by enemies in my own country, in my own Court. Sometimes I feel you’re the only friend I’ve left, Milady” “Don’t talk like this. You still have many allies on your side, Treville…” “Treville is not listening to me, not enough at least. He and the Musketeers are public defying my orders” Louis replied visibly annoyed. “Defying a King’s order is treason” Milady replied with a cold, glacial, angry tone. A tone he was so used to hear from her, Milady could always, constantly, surprise him “So what’s your suggestion? To execute them all? Not really practical I fear” “My suggestion is to remind them that you are their lord and King, remind them who are they working for, who are they serving” Milady replied sitting once again on her bed, staring at Louis with a beautiful smirk and her beautiful green eyes. The King laughed softly “You’re right, you’re always right, Milady” and her lover smiled in return “You look tired, Majesty, you should go to bed and rest now” “The only bed I’m interested in is the one you are in” Anne smiled at him gently hearing that “You’re lucky to be in my chambers, then” He lay down, closing his eyes, exhausted “What were you reading?” “Shakespeare” “Mmm… I’m almost jealous of him, you absolutely adore him” he said with a sleepy tone “You have no reason to be jealous of a dead poet, don’t be silly” Milady said almost amused “What was precisely anyway?” he asked curious “A Midsummer Night’s dream” she whispered softly “Oh I see…The course of true love never did run smooth” he quoted “Exactly”

Louis fall asleep hugging his beloved Milady and Anne finally managed to relax a little bit, before falling asleep herself.

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