“That there is only you and me!” she squeaked in one desperate breath.
“Good girl.” Alistair said, just as Jane’s world shattered again into a million bright pieces.
He waited for her shocks to subside. He was smiling at her in a way that made her heart flutter. He was the fiercest of warriors and also the tenderest of men. The irony shook Jane. And yet, she was more than grateful for it. She felt happy to see this side of him, this side that many would never know.
“Sweetling,” he whispered in her ears, “this will hurt ye a little.”
“I know,” Jane said, and squeezed her eyes shut.
“No, look at me,” Alistair instructed. Jane obliged. “I would never cause ye pain intentionally, Jane,” he said earnestly.
Jane nodded. “I know.”
“Ye are sure ye want this?” He asked again, wanting to be sure.
"Yes,” she whispered.
Alistair gave her nipples love bites in turn. And then he positioned himself against her opening. He entered her slowly, his eyes fixed on her face. She gasped in surprise at the strangeness of it, but also the intensity of the feeling. He pushed a little more, and she felt a twinge of pain but she was not scared and she looked into his eyes and nodded. When he pushed past her maidenhead, she winced, but that was all. He began to move slowly, giving her time to adjust. Slowly, Jane felt the excitement growing in her and she and began to move with him. She felt that familiar stirring again, and wondered at her body’s ability to quicken, again and again, to Alistair’s touch. She did not hide her pleasure this time. She moaned and gasped as he groaned into her ear, intensifying the feeling for her. When she started to tighten on his manhood and screamed out his name he thrusted deep into her one last time and then swiftly pulled out of her and spent himself on the bed. When he looked at her, she was smiling shyly. “Is that… is that what makes babies?”
“I hereby make a rule as laird of the castle,” he announced, making a show of pouncing on her so that she squealed and rolled to the other side of the bed. “There shall be only loving. We shall reserve talking fer the fields or the dinner table or the forest. And maybe the bath chamber.” He paused. “Nay, there shall be nay talking in the bath chamber, either.”
Jane giggled. “Surely you do not mean that. So I cannot talk to you in the hallway, or in the kitchen, or by the lake?”
“The thought of us meeting in the kitchen is quite wild,” Alistair said. “You are a captive, and I am the laird.”
That reminder would have brought reality crashing down on Jane in normal circumstances, but these circumstances were not normal at all. She was sated and resplendently happy. “Very well,” she said. “I make a rule then, too.”
Alistair chuckled. “Ye cannae dae that. It is me castle.”
“But in this moment, we are sharing a bed, so I get to make a rule as well.”
“Typical Englishwoman. Wanting tae take things nae belonging tae ye.”
The smile on Jane’s face died.
Alistair sat up and said earnestly, “That was a joke, Jane. Purely a joke. Ye must believe me. Of course ye can make rules in our bed.”
Jane was silent.
“Sweetling,” Alistair coaxed. He gave a love bite to her shoulder and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Jane squirmed against him, and when he looked in her eyes the light had returned to them.
“My first rule,” Jane said, doing her best to sound like a king, “is that there shall be no mention of the English-Scottish war.”
“A most wise choice, me liege,” Alistair said with a mock bow. “Will ye be making any more rules today?
“Do not rush me, Sir Alistair!” she snapped.
“Never, never!” Alistair exclaimed, putting on a rather pitiful show of being subservient. Jane burst into laughter and Alistair watched her, a look of delight on his face. “I do hope the next rule ye make is that I can ravish ye as much as I want,” he said, tracing her lips.
Jane seemed to mull over that for a moment. “You know what, Ser Alistair?” she said.
“What, me lady?”
Jane grinned and locked her hands behind his neck. “That might very wellbemy next rule.”
Minutes later, they lay in bed, limbs entwined. “If I were allowed to speak,” Jane said softly, “I might have told you something that would please you.”
“You may speak,” Alistair returned, a smile on his face, “but only this once.”
