Princess Rescue Inc (46 page)

“Alcohol
or an aphrodisiac might work, but he doesn't drink...and that could backfire.
Listen to him, just listen. Ask questions to get him going, but get interested.
You may be surprised; he's very intelligent, and very sweet. He's also got a
wicked sense of humor,” Sue said then fell back onto the pillows. She hit her
head on the edge of something hard and groaned. The girls fell into fits of
giggled as she moaned an ow.

“Okay,
what the heck do you put in that wine! Geesh!” she groaned.

“What
if he strays later?” Deidra asked, biting her lip. Her hands twisted, tying the
silk pillowcase in her hands into a ball.

“He
will,” a lady said.

“He
won’t. Or probably won’t. Different culture,” Charlie said loyally.

“He
was with you,” Deidra said, looking at Sue darkly.

“Me?
Oh hell girl, that was a doctor patient thing,” Sue said waving a hand
drunkenly in dismissal. “He's hung nice I admit, but that's all you'll get out
of me. Nice ass,” she said wickedly. “But no, I never got a leg over, nor do I
intend to. He's nice but not really my type,” she said finally, shrugging under
Deidra's thoughtful gaze.

“He
hasn't done any of us,” Charlie admitted, looking at Wanda who shook her head in
confirmation.

“What
of you and father, you said he strays mother?” Zara asked quietly. The Queen
looked at her then patted her thigh.

“Your
father and I were betrothed early in life,earlier than you. I was still a child
when I wed him,” she grimaced in pained memory. Gently she put such concerns
aside. “Perhaps that's why he got into the habit. But I knew I had to bind him
to me to keep him and the Imperium safe.”

Deidra
looked at her. She smiled. “I flirted a little in court. It would set your
father on edge, the jealousy of the man!” she smiled a feral smile. “He had it
out with me and we separated. This was before either of you were born.” Zara
looked at her wide eyed.

She
looked thoughtful, almost wistful. “After a time, his temper cooled and he
longed for me. He started writing missives that were passed to me.” She smiled
in tender remembrance. “Quite horrid poems, but sweet in their own way. Over
time we made up. The passion of it was quite... invigorating,” she grinned
wickedly as the girls blushed. “I dare say that's how you came to be dear one,”
she patted her eldest's leg.

“So
he'll stray,” Zara said still a little amazed.

“He
won’t,” Charlie said.

“He
may,” the Queen said, giving both a quelling look.

“It's
in their nature,” Sue said sighing. Charlie gave her a curious look. She
shrugged. “Men, it's part of their genetic programming, to spread the seed as
far as possible as often as needed.” She shrugged. “And their sex
drive...well.” She chuckled. “Fun as it is for some, it can be a burden at times.”

The
Queen nodded knowingly. A few of the other ladies did as well.

“Women's
sex drives don't hit until they're in their thirties. Boy can we get frisky
then,” Sue grinned wickedly at the girls. “It can be fun.”

“Eugene
is from our world, he of course knows all this. Like I said, he's so smart he's
dumb. He's also something of a strategist so don't get too cute or he'll see
right through it. But if you can get him into bed ,screw him into the floor
boards and then do it over and over again until he's yours. Do it every chance
you two can get and he'll be yours forever and always. If he's half as
experienced in bed as he is with other things then he knows exactly how to
pleasure a woman in bed. Pleasure her and do it over and over again,” Sue said.

The
girls giggled. Now the Queen was staring at her daughter. “If I was but a few
years younger I'd give you a run for your man,” she said wickedly. That had all
of them laughing so hard they teared up.

“And
on that note, I'm for bed. Make sure you drink plenty of water or juice, or
you’re in for a nasty hang over. Don't say I didn't warn you.” Sue said, trying
to point her finger as she staggered up to her slippered feet.

“I'll
just make sure you get to your room intact. No sense seeing you fall for some
soldier in a hallway Doc,” Charlie said smiling. Sue snorted.

“Ladies,
good night,” she slurred giving a drunken curtsy as they left. Deidra looked
thoughtfully toward the door for a long time as the others murmured around her.
She had a lot to think about.

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Deidra
checked on Ryans in his quarters the next day. When she noted his exhausted
face she immediately felt a small concern. She ordered food, and got him to eat
with her. Eventually they were interrupted much to her ire. She suppressed it and
left.

Charlie
met her with bated breath. “How'd it go princess?” she asked, eyes shining.

Deidra
sighed, running her hand through her hair. “Well, until we were interrupted. He
was explaining some of the plans and inventions when we were interrupted by the
page.”

Charlie
nodded. “It's to be expected. Remember, go as slow as slow. Check on him
tonight, make him stretch, rub his shoulders, dress nicely, and get him out on
the balcony. Look at the stars, invade his space. Make him go to sleep,” she
said. “Just don't expect much in his current condition.” Deidra chuckled.

“It's
too bad you couldn't tell him you want to sleep with him to feel safe,” Charlie
murmured. Deidra gave her a wide eyed look. Charlie shook her head. “Wouldn't
work. He'd either see right through it and call you on it or point out you've
got a castle full of soldiers,” she said. Deidra looked a little crestfallen.

Later
that evening as the evening breeze turned chilly she went up wearing a thin
green v cut night dress. She shivered a little, having left her shawl and
petticoat in her room. The cold did do interesting things to her nipples, which
charged her libido somewhat. She wasn't sure about this, unsure of where it
would lead. She had yet to ride this particular stallion since her... rape.

She
brushed at her dress, nodding to the wide eyed guard absently. The guard took
her in and then immediately bowed but averted his eyes. She looked down and
scowled. Her nipples could be seen through her dress. Great, she thought in
disgust. Perhaps she could use it. She definitely didn't intend to leave his
quarters though. Not and traverse the castle grounds once more being ogled by
every guard in the palace. She knew she would be fodder for the morning gossip.

She
knocked hesitantly, and entered at his mumble. She frowned at his back hunched
over a table. She sighed at seeing a meal nearby, untouched from the look of
it. She came over and leaned around him, feeling her breasts brush him. He
looked up a little bleary to see her and smiled. “Hi.”

She
nodded, examining his work. “Interesting. A gun you called it?” she asked. He
nodded. She rubbed his shoulders a little with one hand, steadying herself. She
felt a bandage on his right shoulder under the cloth. He sighed a little. She
bit her lip in indecision.

He
got up and shook a little, teetered slightly. She caught his unsteady balance
and a flash of concern lit within her. He was pushing himself too hard she
realized. Hard to protect her and her people. She realized then and there he
had done it for her, each time putting his life on the line to save her, not
caring for her rank or station, but for her Deidra. In a way that humbled her.
Humbled and helped her make up her mind somewhat. He would be a challenge but
one she'd face. If he could put himself between her and danger then she could
do this, she thought firmly. “Have you gotten some air? Come on.” She got up
and opened the balcony doors. The wind made some of the maps and papers flutter
and he groaned looking back at them. She shivered a little as the cold air hit
her chest once more. She could feel the goose bumps prick her skin “A little
cold though but so invigorating,” she said ignoring the groan.

“Here,”
he said. He got a jacket off the back of a chair and draped it over her
shoulders. She caught his hand and held on a moment. She shivered a little then
pushed up against him. He instinctively hugged her. She smelled him, taking in
his scent. He'd showered and had on the same scents she'd first smelled on him.
Something under his arms and on his chest. Slowly they walked out to the
balcony. He looked up to the night sky. “Nice. No clouds,” he murmured.

She
looked up to the stars. They talked a little about astronomy; he explained that
somewhere in that inky void, one of those tiny lights was Earth's sun. She was
amazed and a little awed by his knowledge. They sat on the window seat and he
pointed out different features of the night sky. She had always been fascinated
as a child but his keen knowledge interested her as well.

When
they tired of this she got up and led him inside. “Time for bed,” she ordered.

He
sighed and scrubbed at his tired face. He needed to shave he realized, another
one thing to add to his list. “Princess, I can't. I really need...”

“No
buts,” she said pushing him. She maneuvered him until his back was to the bed
then pushed his shoulders firmly. He went down with a thump. She chuckled
softly, glad her ploy had worked. Being in control was better she realized, it
put the shadows and fear behind her. Being the wanton was fun. He sighed as he
felt her taking his boots off.

“Look
I really need...” She climbed on top of him and he froze, suddenly very aware
of her presence and what she intended. “What you really need is a nights rest.
No more talking,” she ordered. She put a finger to his lips. Her hair formed a
silken halo around him. Her eyes glittered in the lamp light. “Sleep. That is
all. Sleep.” She got up and blew out the lamp and candle lights and then came
back and rested on his chest.

“You
are going to make sure?” he asked chuckling.

She
smiled in the dark. “It's the only way. Get used to it since you can't behave.”

He
chuckled softly. “Yes ma'am,” he said. She felt his arm tighten around her. The
other arm pulled the covers up over them both.

<==={}------------>

The
next morning they were quiet for a while. Awake and very much aware of each
other and their bodies desire to get up and go about their morning business but
not wanting to be the first to break the tableau. Finally they opened their
mouth's to speak as one. That made him chuckle and her laugh softly. They began
to talk but were interrupted by the chamber maid coming in. Mortified, the
princess made a hasty retreat, hugging his jacket to him as she left the room.
Answorth noted her in passing as he came in and gave Ryans a speculative look.
He shrugged. “Okay, well, that didn't go over well,” he sighed. “On to business
I guess.” He turned to the maid. “But next time, knock.”

<==={}------------>

Later
Deidra talked to the Queen and Charlie. Charlie had heard the rumors and
congratulated her on her first victory. Deidra was surprised he hadn't take
advantage of her. Charlie chuckled. “Some men won't. They're too much of a
gentleman by training. They've been brought up to be sensitive and caring. He
can be gruff and rough but it's not really his nature now, he's too civilized I
guess you could say. Have you gotten frisky with him yet?” she asked leering
with a wicked gleam.

“Frisky?”
the Queen asked dubiously. She wasn't sure what the gaijin word meant.

“You
know, play. Tickle him. Wrestle, horseplay. Whatever you want to call it,”
Charlie said, still smiling. The Queen blushed in memory. Indeed she remembered
such encounters with Andreas in their youth.

Deidra
caught the blush. “Do you mean tease? Word play?” she asked wrinkling her nose.
Mental games and flirting were amusing to some. She was only mildly interested
in it. Some of the poetry suitors had sent her in the past had seemed
particularly dire.

“That
too of course,” the Queen murmured. She remembered the passion such play had
begun in both her and her husband.

“Wrestle
with him, like you would a playful child. It'll be fun and tiring... and will
get things moving. It'll get both of you worked up,” Charlie suggested.

Deidra
ducked away, now upset about the idea. “What if he hurts me?” she asked softly.

Charlie
shook her head. “He won’t. He'll hold back his strength to your level, hell he
may even
let
you win,” Charlie chuckled. “Some men like it that way,
with the lady on top.”

“What
if I hurt him?” Deidra asked. The Queen pursed her lips.

Charlie
grinned. “Actually, that's not all for the bad either, it lets you play nurse
and be all soft and apologetic,” Charlie murmured, smiling again.

The
Queen chuckled and nodded. “Yes, yes,” she murmured. “I've done that. When your
father was injured in battle or in the tournaments...” She smiled to herself in
soft remembrance. Deidra looked at her and then away. She had to admit Ryans,
Eugene had been kind and gentle even though they hadn't even kissed yet.

“Talking
about Ryans I take it ladies?” Doc asked behind them. Charlie looked over and
nodded. “Did anyone check his wounds today? Princess?” Doc asked coming up
behind them.