The Royal Contract

"Are you alright?" He walked towards her and stood just behind her back, staring at her in the reflection on the mirror. "What seems to be the problem? Come on. Hit me with your best shot." He teased her, making her smile a bit.

He rubbed her shoulders, hoping to ease whatever was bothering her. Well, he could see it in her expression, the heaviness in her eyes. As if there was a burden she was carrying.

He noticed it earlier during the car ride, but she was trying so hard to appear ecstatic about seeing her parents that he did not want to burst her bubbles.

"It is nothing." She answered him with a forced smile.

She was brushing her hair as she prepared for bed.. It had been a long day at work, then a surprising night with her parents. She knew she was exhausted, but she was feeling too anxious to sleep yet.

She did not want to dampen his spirits by unloading on him another of her problems. It would seem that all she had been doing since they started this relationship.

"Stop that. I know it is something." He lowered his head until they were eye level on the mirror and gazed at her real hard.

"What?" She uttered with a questioning look at him, not wanting to be intimidated by his stare.

"Stop hiding it from me." He said as he pulled her to her feet and made her faced him. "When your forehead creased like that, and your lips started smiling like you are constipated, then it is something."

"Really?" She could not help but genuinely smile at his choice of words to describe her facial expression. "You're going for constipated."

She did not anticipate that from him. Well, as he said before, he was terrible with his jokes and delivery. But he certainly did make her smile which was in a way very effective.

"What is wrong with that?" He jokingly asked, which only made her smile more as she buried her face in his chest, hiding her face from his further scrutiny. "But it did work." He whispered in her ears.

He continued to watch her in the mirror, knowing what was going through her mind. But he would not push her to tell him until she was ready. He could only stay at her side and serve as her support.

"Yeah, it did. Thanks." She finally looked back at his face, which was full of love and concern.

Once again, she questions when did she become so lucky in love. Because as far as she remembered, she sucked at it. But who was she to complain when it presently made her so happy.

She would take what the world wanted to give her and make the most of it. At least, that was what she believed, that the world was finally on her side. In her love life, at least, she thought.

"Now, let me see what else I can do for you." He pulled her towards the bed and gently laid her down.

He did not follow her immediately, wanting to watch her as she stared back at him. He saw a beautiful woman lying down, waiting for him. But more than that, he saw the love that was overflowing in her eyes.

He knew that once he laid beside her. He would also feel the quickening of her heart and her heavy breathing, like the way he was feeling at the moment just looking at her.

"Why are you still standing there?" She asked as she crawled further up the bed and laid on the pillows by the headboard, waiting for him to follow. She wiggled her fingers at him. "I want you."

He just smiled, suddenly reminding him again of a particular scene in the past. It was not exactly like this, but it had some similarities. They had come a long way since that day.

The first time he craved to touch her and only wished to possess her. During that time, there was no love involved, just pure lust and carnal desires. It was not love at first sight but more of the yearning of the flesh.

"I want you too." He finally answered her back as he started climbing the bed and moving towards her position.

The scene might be familiar, but the feeling was different because at this moment, what was about to happen was intertwined with emotions. It was still full of desire but mixed with so much love.

When his hands made contact with her skin, he knew that sparked flew all over the room, and their touch ignited the fire in them. Only their satisfaction could extinguish the flame that was consuming both of them.

"You make me so complete. I need you in my life." He whispered in between their ragged breaths.

His lips continued their exploration on her lips, cheeks, neck, and even further down her body, making her moaned for more. He loved it when she was in excruciating pleasure. 

Knowing that he could give her intense satisfaction was more than enough motivation for him to continue to do more. He would make sure that she reached her peak before he found his.

As they finally found their release, both laid entwined in each other's arms. With contented smiles on their lips, they waited for their hearts to calm a bit and their breathing to slow down.

She changed her position on the bed until her head laid on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat and feeling his chest as it went up and down, she suddenly felt the stillness she had been searching for since she left her parent's house.

She tilted her chin and looked directly at his face. His eyes were closed, but she sensed that he was still awake. "I found out that my dad refused to undergo a much-needed operation."

If her father did not take the operation, what would happen to him. If he did, would he survive it? Was she ready to lose him? 

She never felt this frightened in her entire life. She did lose a few people that she loved in this lifetime, but this one was different. 

It was like her fear gripped her heart and was about to tear it apart. She was suddenly lost and had no words to express how she felt inside.