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Things were so different now-of course, she would have thought that she would be used to it... she lived in a time of chaos, of war. She'd grown up far before her years, fought and led in a way that no one would think conceivable of a Princess... but had you asked her even a few months ago, she would have never predicted that she would be under what could almost amount to house arrest or that she would be under the charge of Antoine...

Or that Antoine would be so... different.

As she walked alongside him, that was the thought that kept flashing into her mind. So stoic, in charge. It was like he had grown into a completely different person altogether, his very demeanor was something that demanded respect... his words to her were something that coursed through her, he was so-

"I am zinking that I will have to keep a closer eye on you. You were to be resting, not sitting outside in the cold."

-overbearing. His voice was full of authority, absolute in what he was saying... and yet she could hear the concern overlaced in each syllable, and as of late it was that concern and caring compassion for her that was truly beginning to break her down.

She cast him a sidelong glance, keeping a small, teasing and cheeky expression out of her eyes as she answered. "Yes, well... what can I say? My shadow left me alone for a few moments, so I thought to take advantage of it and get some fresh air."

She could see his expression nearly slip from his stoicism for a moment at her playful quipping, and she couldn't help but to let an actual smile tug at the corner of her mouth. There was a tenderness to him beneath the facade of complete control, and the way that she caught him looking at her when he didn't think she was paying attention was becoming more and more of a matter on her mind. Each little look, and the sincerity of his emotions were slowly replacing memories of her past, becoming more and more the dominant feeling inside of her.

He seemed to really think for a moment, as though he weren't sure how to respond to her playfully flippant answer. Finally, he settled into something of a smile himself. "Well zen, as your shadow, it is time zat I am returning to your room. You are attached, so you must be following me, non?" A sidelong glance and something that she thought might have been a grin was the only thing that really told her he was joking-the seriousness in his voice made it all the more amusing. He cocked one brow and stuck his arm out to her, his look clearly saying that he half expected her to refuse... for a moment, she thought about it-though she wasn't officially cleared to resume her leadership role, she had never used her title to treat people as inferior. Though Antoine wasn't treating her as inferior... he was certainly treating her as though she were the naughty child that he was having to discipline. She opened her mouth to refuse, her sharp blue eyes lifting to meet his... and was once more completely thrown by the sincerity and care held in their depths.

Giving a small nod, she looped her arm through his, actually thankful to have someone to lean against, though she would never say it aloud. She walked in silence beside him as they made their way back to her room.

"Sally..." Antoine started to speak for a moment, and then cut himself off abruptly-she looked to him with curiosity in her gaze. Now that she was paying attention, there was a certain anxiousness to his gait, as though he were more nervous about their arrival than he had any reason to be.

"Yes?" Imploring him, she nearly halted in her walk. They were only one hall away from her room now-she wanted to know what he was thinking before he left for the night.

"It is just zat I am zinking zat you are to be surprised tonight... zat is all." His gaze adverted from hers. Confusion poured through her as their last few strides carried them in front of her door. A soft light spilled from beneath the crack, and for a second, she wondered why there was light coming from her room at all. However, she was far more curious about what the tall coyote who still held her arm with his own meant, and why he had such a serious expression on his face.

"What do you mean, I'm going to be surprised? Antoine, what's going on?"

He finally looked back to her, and nodded as though he had talked himself into continuing on with his own words. "Zere are zings that have not changed-have not ever changed. I have been changing much from how I was before... for zee better. But how I am to be feeling..." He kept her gaze, and she couldn't look away as he moved his hand to push open the door. "Zat has not."

She was going to ask him what he meant, but the smell of roses infiltrated her nose, and she finally managed to pull her gaze away from his piercing eyes to look into her room-her breath was instantly taken. There were rose petals scattered all along the floor, trailing from the doorway to her bed and scattered atop the sheets so that it looked like a sea of soft crimson had sprung up in her absence. Candles made a pathway to her bed, and then arced out, circling it with their soft, flickering light.

His voice came out softer now as he stood, nearly haloed in the soft glow of light that spilled from the room, "I am to be zinking zat I have not tried hard enough to show you how I feel." His hands came up, pulling her gaze from the gorgeous set up in her room by cupping her cheeks. "Zis I will show you tonight." That same authorative tone that filled his voice when he told her that she needed to rest was filling his voice now. It was almost overwhelming-the sheer tenderness in his eyes paired with that tone kept her quiet as he actually picked her up and carried her through the doorway, softly closing the door behind him.

"Antoine, wait! I don't know-" But he cut her off, as though he was putting all of the courage that he had gained into his actions...

"I know zat you are not to be knowing what to zink. I know zat you are torn. Let me show you." And then she was placed onto the bed. Beneath the sea of crimson rose petals, crimson sheets covered her soft mattress. It was all so... romantic. It pulled at her heart, at the part of her that wanted and craved romance so much. It was like he knew her weak spot, knew what she craved. It was as though he had been inside of her mind, seen what she secretly longed for... and knew that he could fulfill that-that he could be exactly what she needed.

There were so many things to consider though! He had always been her friend, and she had found his crush on her endearing, but had never really thought that it would go anywhere... of course, that was before she had seen the man that he had become. The steadfast man who had always been there to pick her up when she fell down, even if she didn't want the help. The man who was strong and brave now-the one who was here, showing her how much he cared.

The one who was here.

"I see zat you are zinking, and I know zat you are to be feeling zat things between us shouldn't change. But..." And he took a breath, as though the weight of the very world was in his next words. He leaned in closer to her, one hand coming to the bed beside her, and the other brushing gently through her auburn hair before cupping her cheek. "I am to be telling you. I am in love with you. I have always had zees feelings. Sally," and he leaned in even closer to her, so that his lips nearly brushed the words against her own, "I am zee one for you."

She had no time for protest, because his lips were suddenly pressed against hers, and the soft thundering in her heart that had been warning her that her emotions were beginning to overwhelm her was suddenly a storm of violent beats that sent shivers through her entire body.

His soft kiss left her breathless when he finally pulled back. His eyes were almost guarded, as though he were half wondering if she was going to reciprocate his feelings. The candle light flickered across his features, catching the color of his blonde hair-his words reverberated through her mind over and over again. The one... he said he was the one. Could it be true? She'd been fighting with herself for so long... over so many things.

Was it wrong to finally just want to stop and... feel?

"I am zee one for you..." His voice as half an octave lower when he spoke to her again, like silk rubbing against silk. His fingers came up and traced the line of her jaw, "I have always been zee one. I am zinking zat a part of you knew zis all along..." Antoine looked at her, and there was such a tenderness in his gaze that she gave a little shudder, "Be with me... I love you." His tender caress brushed his thumb along the curve of her lips, and then sent his fingers threading through her auburn hair. Sally was torn... so torn, and yet she didn't want him to stop.

The fact that she didn't move, didn't tell him to stop must have been enough of an answer for Antoine, because he moved to kiss her again-her hands flew up, meaning to catch against his chest and stop him until she could catch her breath... but instead her fingers smoothed over the black silk of his shirt. The smell of roses made her drunk-his sweet romanticism filled her heart... and for the first time, Sally realized something: this was right. Her small hands knotted in his shirt, and she tilted her head back, responding to his kiss with a tiny moan against his mouth that seemed to incense his passion.

His hands slipped around her back, moving along the curve of her shoulders, down towards her hips. He seemed to be memorizing with his fingers what she knew he had committed to memory. He was painting a physical memory in his mind of each curve on her body-worshiping her with just fingertips. Her own hands moved up along his back, feeling the lean muscle that he had developed. He had changed so much... there were so many new things to explore, to see.

To feel.

"I am to be practicing restraint... I want to be showing you..." He pressed himself all the closer, letting his body come flush against her own, "I want to be showing you zat zis is the most special of moments I am ever to have had..." Pressing all the more gently now, he slowly laid her down, back against the bed, and came to kneel over her. "I want to be making it ze same for you." He leaned over her, eyes blazing dark with intensity and heat, and let his lips brush against hers-once, softly back and forth. She arched her back, her entire body slowly feeling as though a fire were being lit throughout her veins-that seemed to be enough incentive for him to continue onward. His tongue slowly parted her lips, tracing the line of them as though he were once more memorizing it. Tenderly, he played the silken smoothness of his tongue against her own in a lovers dance, and then moved to trace the tip against the roof of her mouth. It was as though he were writing poetry, special lines for her alone that spoke of the love that he had felt for her all along-the secrets to happiness, to everything in the universe... and he was giving it to her. Soft swirls licked against the roof of her mouth until her entire body was trembling-finally, she pulled back, gasping.

As Antoine pulled back, Sally lay beneath him trembling. She hadn't felt such feelings in so long... and it seemed as though he was only getting started. He gave her one last, lingering look and then moved downward-he made quick work of unfastening her vest. His hands moved forward instantly, their warmth cupping against her exposed chest. Sally actually felt a slight bit of embarrassment, or perhaps even worry?

"Antoine..." Her voice trailed off, and she could see his eyes instantly raise in alert awareness of the shift in her mood. "I..." She looked down again at her exposed breasts, and she knew that the worry was clear in her eyes.

A small laugh actually escaped his throat, and for a moment her chest tightened... however, his fingers rolled her nipples, giving them a light pinch, and the tightness was released in a gasp. He leaned down, still playing lightly with her nipples and gave them each a kiss in turn, letting his tongue dart out to playfully flick at the tip of one before lightly pulling back. His hands encompassed the fullness of her breast, and he tenderly began to massage them until she was once more shivering in pleasure. "Zere is nothing about you that I am not finding to be..." The coyote moved downward, letting his lips trace from beneath her breast to her belly button, and then to dive slowly lower, so that when he breathed out his next word, it tickled warmth against her core, "Perfect..."

And in that moment, she truly felt that way. She had spent so long with so much responsibility on her shoulders... and suddenly it was all gone under the tender stare and soft touches of Antoine. This was right... this was right...

When his tongue delved between her folds to circle almost teasingly around her clit, all thoughts faded from her mind. Her hands flew down, combing into his hair, and her hips bucked up gently of their own accord. She could feel the soft, growled moan that escaped his throat at her taste, and her eyes rolled closed in pleasure as his tongue moved once more, circling around her bud again before he moved against her, mouth fastening so that he could suck and lap at her core.

She felt an aching burn begin to build in her midsection, and a small whimper escaped her throat. Her hands in his hair tugged gently, lifting his face from between her legs. "Zere is zomething-"

She cut him off before he could finish his sentence by pulling him up along her body so that she could press her mouth to his-her tongue brushed his lower lip, and she could taste herself there. Where his body was pressed flush against her own, she could feel that he had grown excited from touching her. "I want..." Her blue eyes lowered, and she pushed him back slowly so that he was laying against the silken sheet-the rose petals framed his face, looking all the more crimson beside his black shirt. On all fours, she crawled until she was between his legs. "I want to show you, too." Her voice was soft as she said it, and her fingers delicately urged his legs apart. His arousal was there, apparent...

Very apparent. Sally found herself almost intimidated by his size. She had never thought about it before... but now that she was faced with it...

Her eyes rolled upward slowly, and she lowered her head while keeping her blue orbs staring into his own. She let her tongue slowly trail a warm, wet line along his shaft, circling around his tip as though she were tasting the finest of candies. Her hands came to wrap delicately around his base, giving a gentle squeeze-the feel of his knot made something inside of her clench, and a little moan escaped her lips. She gave one more pump before she pulled his head into her mouth, closing her lips around him. Another small little whimper escaped her throat at the feel of him on her tongue, slipping back until she had taken him in completely. She sucked almost harshly, as though she were trying to swallow him as he hit the back of her throat-just as quickly as she had taken him in, she let his length draw slowly from her mouth, instead pumping him with her hand in the absence of her lips.

All the while, her eyes had stayed fastened to his own, as though she wanted him to see her desire as she took him in. All thoughts had vanished, save for the fact that she wanted him... she wanted to be his. He said nothing as she worked, only moaning, keeping his burning eyes locked on hers, as though afraid to break the spell that had been woven through the room with speech. Harsh, ragged breathing and gentle moans was the music that filled the room-the music that Sally moved to.

She took him in again, letting her other hand come around to play and tease along his testicles. Her tongue curled, licking and working along the base of his shaft for each time she pulled back from him-she circled and played with his head as she bobbed back down. Auburn strands of hair fell into her eyes as she began to up her tempo, taking him in and out so quickly now that she hardly had a chance to take a breath. Her own body was on fire just from the feel of it, the way his hips thrust up to meet her. She wanted him inside of her-she wanted this same tempo and rhythm beating deep in her core.

It was as though he could read her mind, because he tensed-in one quick motion he pulled her up and rolled over her. Once again, they had traded positions. His arms came to loop behind her head, tangling in her hair. Antoine's lips came down and brushed against her own. "J'taime." Soft... sweet French whispered to her. "I love you." His forehead came down and pressed against her own as she felt the tip of his length play at her core. Her own arms came up, fingers tangling in his hair-she tilted her head, lifting so that her lips could press against his. That was enough for him... with one flex of his hips, he slid slowly inside her, filling her up until she had a sensation of fullness that she had never experienced before. She nearly came just from that alone. Her entire body shuddered, and inner walls clenching for a moment. It drew a moan from Antoine's lips, and his fingers in her hair tightened. With their foreheads still pressed together, he began to move inside of her.

It was an age old dance-primal, before there were words. Before fire, before speech. Before the written word. Before anything had existed, there was this beat, this music. This dance that spoke of love, of eternity, of a commitment that would never be broken. His hips flexed, thrusting inside of her, and her own raised from the bed and met with his until their bodies connected perfectly.

"Antoine... God... this feels so good." Her voice was a whimpered cry, as he thrust inside of her again, stroking his thickness against her inner walls, while his pelvis worked against her aching clit. Her words seemed to make him all the more lustful.

"Zis is how it was meant to be. Oui... you are so perfect..." His eyes roved over her body, down to where they connected, and then back up to her face. His lips pressed to her own, tongue once more sweeping inside to lick along every inch that it could touch, claiming her as his own. His thrusts came harder now, faster-he was so deep inside of her that she could feel his tip hitting her limits; each time it did, her body jerked in pleasure, her fingers tensed, raking lightly at his scalp. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and the little whimpers that had started off soft were coming harder and faster from her lips with every time he drew from her, leaving his tip inside before thrusting back in.

Moans filled the air, and the sound of labored breathing that became more ragged with each thrust inside of her. She could feel his thickness filling her up over and over again, brushing deeper and deeper, and with each thrust, it was like another drop of water filling an already brimming cup. Sally let her hips move of their own accord, working in perfect tandem with Antoine's, until it seemed as though they had been made perfectly for each other, perfectly for this moment.

Without thinking, she rolled her body, moving so that she could be on top of him. Her hands lifted, cupping her own breasts, and her head tossed back-he was so much deeper from this angle. It was as though she could feel him in the very center of her being. She raised up, riding down on him. Sally heard him give a gasp of pure pleasure, felt his thrusts come harder as he gazed upon her frame as her hips rolled and her chest heaved-her jaw fell slack, soft, pink tongue rolling out and licking her bottom lip as pure pleasure began to take her over. She moved faster-and then she felt her entire world slip into a frenzy as Antoine moved one hand so that he could slip two fingers between her legs; they met with her clit, working against it, working with the thrust of her hips. He was deep inside of her, his hands were on her? and she felt herself literally burst.

The walls of her core clenched tight around him as orgasm rocked through her, pulling a cry from her throat that brought one hand to her hair to pull it back from her face as the other gave a tight squeeze to her breast. Finally, the words came out of her mouth that she had been thinking all along in a cry of pure pleasure, "I love you, too! Oh, God, Antoine, I do!" It was as if that admission made her come all the harder, because suddenly she couldn't hold herself up anymore. She fell against him, body pressed flush against the line of his chest. Her hands wrapped around him kept her riding him, and she felt it when he began to come... felt it when his arms wrapped tighter around her, when his thrust came thicker... felt it when his hot, liquid seed spilled into her core and filled her up. She cried out again, body shivering so hard that she thought she would fly apart, had he not held her there.

They rode out their orgasms together, clinging to one another as though the world would end if they did not. Their hearts raced in a litany to the very heavens... until finally, with one final thrust, all was quiet save for the sound of harsh breathing and thundering hearts.

She did not know how long they laid there, still entwined. Antoine's arms, however, tightened around her and she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes, "Thank you..." Sally let her lips brush against her lovers-a tenderness that had never been there before was in her eyes. "Antoine... thank you so much..."

"For what iz zis thanks that you are giving moi?" She couldn't tell for sure, but she thought that he might have known already...

Her mouth fell softly against his gain, and she whispered her next words to his lips. "For showing me the truth. For showing me that I belong with you... that I always have."

His eyes grew softer, as though she had just whispered the words to him that he had been waiting to hear all along... "For zis, I deserve no thanks... I am zinking zough..." A soft smile graced his features... "I am zinking zat I would be.. what you would call very happy to show you for zee rest of our lives." He pulled her closer to his chest, as though he meant to never let her go, and Sally let her head fall down so that she could listen to the beat of his heart as she held back to him just as tightly.

"The rest of our lives..." She nuzzled against his neck, giving a tender kiss to the pulse in his throat as her eyes drifted shut once more... "And forever after that..."