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At first Anne thought that the world was ending. She was hearing fanfare,and the little princesses of York yelling that their Father had come from war. Anne felt a guilty on allowing her very pregnant sister to go on her own.
But she had a duty. She should be there when the king arrived as a sign of fealty and respect. As a wife, she should be there present when her husband came. As a woman, she ran to her lover’s arms.
At first all she saw were trunks, and more trunks with lot. She could see the queen and the king and embracing into a kiss. She could see her other brother in law, George looking at the king with hate in his eyes. George was like a lion. Lions were always hungry. George had an insatiable hunger for power.
She kept looking for her husband. She couldn’t see him. It was frustrating. She longed for him. She longed to hold him, to hold him in her arms, to him hold her in his arms. It was not easy to sleep alone. It was not easy. The bed was big and it was also cold without him.
And then she saw him. He looked tired, mad, and his eyes were searching for her. She hoped it was for her they were moving around. His hair had grown, and he seemed taller, but maybe that was an illusion on part of his mounting a horse. The armour flattered him. It had always. Maybe it did not flattered him but she had always thought he looked good. With his angular face, the armour seemed to make him look like a warrior.
She felt that she was sinning. She was enjoying the sight of her husband in armour. He looked taller, bigger and his chest blade made his shoulders wider . . . broader. Anne took a deep breath and sighed, all she could think was of him, undressing her throwing her to the bed and moan in deep pleasure as he thrusted into her.
She was rather surprised on his reaction, and how he held her in his arms. Her slim body against his armour. His lips against hers. How she had missed him. How she had missed his scent. His body. She was sinning now. She was sinning as she thought of their love making. She should be glad that he was there. She should not be thinking of his naked body. She should be thanking God and the Virgin Mary for allowing his safe return to English soil.
She was hypnotized by the sight. He looked like a greek god. A semi-god. Hercules, Achilles. He looked like a king. Anyone who saw him would mistaken for the King of England.
He would make a fine king. He was strong, tall, and he knew how to fight. He was also good in bed. He was really goof in bed.
He looked so strong.
Indestructible.
He was also really good in bed. All she could think now was now him, in bed with her. She wanted to be touched. She wanted to be kissed. It had been too long since he last touched her. Four months. She had been celibate for four months. She had not felt how he made her feel for four months.
Richard did not know what was happening. He did not know if his wife was actually groping him his buttocks.
“I have missed you a lot!” Anne sighed.
“Anne? Are you grabbing by buttocks.”
“I want you in bed. Now.” Anne whispered as she moved her hands from his buttocks to his armour.
“Not going to ask how I am?” Richard asked her as he kissed her.
“You look good!” Anne said, “Really good. Your hair is longer, but you do look good indeed.”
Richard laughed at his wife’s impertinence. The court yard was not the place of them having that conversation.
“Is that pure lust that I see in your eyes?” Richard asked with a sly smile on his face.
“Oh I am. I am clouded. I am lust in person.” Anne whispered, “I want you now. In our bed. A little brother or sister for Ned.”
Honestly, Richard was not prepared for this. He expected her to listen to him rant about the shameful campaign Edward did, on how he had insulted his Father’s memory.
“You want to make a little one?”
“Oh, if he comes it would be even better. I am more–”
Richard stopped her from talking and gave her a kiss. Maybe this was the distraction he needed.
He needed her. Anne was his sun. She lightened his day, and being with his brothers was like a never ending night without the moon and without the stars. Total darkness, total anger. Richard followed Anne’s way. He had missed this. He had missed how her little waist moved as she walked. She did a little odd dance with her hips too. He liked it. He really liked it.
Richard’s chambers were closer than hers when Richard realized that she wanted to go to hers she stopped walking and cleared his throat as he started to take of his chain mail, “I do prefer your bed, but mine is right here.”
A mischievous smile came from Anne’s face. She was not going to let her husband go from her sight. Not at least that night.