Title: Drive Me Crazy Again
By: RevSue
Rating: FRT (Pretty bland but with wee bit of kissage,
OF COURSE)
Category: romance/comedy? (I TRIED, anyway, to make it funny)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters since Princess Diaries 1 &
2, and its characters are the property of Disney,
Summary: My response to the driving challenge ...
Warnings: No pears. Sigh.
oOoOo
“Charlotte, I’m going driving today,” Queen Clarisse announced one chilly
autumn morning after her grand-daughter and former daughter-in-law had returned
to America following their first visit to Genovia.
“Driving? Should I call for Joseph? Or do you need ...?”
“No, not Joseph, I think. Actually I was hoping that YOU might assist me.”
“I want to drive ... with you, to start.”
“Yes, so you said. Where did you wish to go?”
“Where doesn’t matter. Anywhere. Just around the palace, if necessary.” Then the queen smiled
at the perplexed look on her assistant’s face. She elaborated further.
“Remember a few months ago in San Francisco when the police were going to
arrest Mia for being underage and driving with me when my licence
expired forty-five years ago?”
“Yes,”
“Well, I’m going to get my driver’s licence again.”
“I don’t see a need for you to actually DRIVE, your Majesty. You’d be issued a
new licence, I’m sure, if we just contacted the ...”
Clarisse shook her head. “No. I want to do it properly, the way everyone ELSE
has to. I just need a little brushing up. I WAS a good driver, you know.” Then
she eyed
“Oh, of COURSE I do!”
“Just?”
“Well ... your sons both ...”
Clarisse swallowed hard, pushing back the pain that still occasionally
overwhelmed her. “Yes, I realize they were both killed in vehicular accidents,
and that the cause reportedly was that they were not used to driving a vehicle.
Don’t you see,
“I can’t imagine that you ever would need to drive, your Majesty.”
Sighing, Clarisse put the horrific memories of her sons’ deaths out of her
mind, and concentrated on persuading
“Very well,”
“I’m glad to hear it. Joseph is not my keeper. He has no need to know this sort
of thing.”
“No, but he IS the head of your security team, and I’m not too sure he would
approve of you driving.” It was obvious to Clarisse that Charlotte herself did
not approve, either.
“You’re not still questioning my orders, are you,
“No! Oh no, your Majesty. I’m sorry. I just ...” Charlotte gave up the fight.
“I’ll just get my jacket.”
The two walked out the door of the palace, Clarisse waving away the doorman and
saying they didn’t need the car brought up as they were just going for a short
walk. She grinned conspiratorially at
“I find myself in need of a vehicle,” Clarisse announced regally. “Charlotte
and I are going for a little drive.”
“Your Majesty, if I may offer my services as your
driver ...” one of the men started to say.
Clarisse shook her head, smiling. “Thank you, but I am sure we can manage. You
may all go about your business. Charlotte and I are perfectly capable of
backing the vehicle out of here.” She stood waiting with the smile still on her
face as the men looked at each other, then at the queen and her assistant,
then, realizing she was waiting for them to vacate the premises and give the
two women their privacy, they all filed out silently. “Now,
Fixing her with a stern eye and raised eyebrows, Clarisse quelled
“The other pedal? Your Majesty, this car has only two
pedals. One is the gas and the other is the brake.”
“No, there’s another, but I can’t remember what it is called. It had something
to do with the stick thingy here ...” Clarisse fumbled at her side, then said,
“which isn’t here either!
Suddenly
“Please, Charlotte, stop casting my age up to me.” Clarisse broke in. She
started the car, a pleased and almost smug expression crossing her face as the
engine roared into life, then she struggled to move
the gearshift.
“I believe you need your foot on the brake to change gears, your Majesty,”
“Thank you. And,
“Very well, then, your Majesty. You also need to put
on your seatbelt.”
“Seatbelt? That’s just a bally nuisance!” Clarisse
tossed her head. “I don’t wear one when I sit in the back. Be reasonable,
“It’s for your safety, and it IS the law, your Majesty.” and
“*I* am the law, in this case,
“REVERSE, your Majesty!”
Clarisse slammed her foot back on the brake, throwing them both forward.
“OUCH!” she hissed, massaging her upper chest with one hand, before looking
over at Charlotte who was heroically keeping a straight face.
“Anti-lock brakes, your Majesty,”
“Touchy brakes,” Clarisse repeated. “Who knew?” She took a deep breath. “Now,
before those silly men come running out to see what is wrong, what DID I do
wrong?”
“I’m not sure. I guess you put it in Drive instead of in Reverse.”
“If they had left the stick thingy where it was before instead of putting it up
on the steering wheel and confusing me, I’d have been better off.”
“Perhaps we should start you off in a smaller car, your Majesty.”
“That’s an idea. I’d like a Mustang like Mia’s.”
“Your Majesty ...”
“Oh, tush,
“Oh.”
Suddenly the two women became aware of a disapproving figure standing by
Clarisse’s window. She looked for the handle to roll the window down, but
before she could register the multitude of buttons on the door beside her,
Joseph had opened the door. “May I ask what you two are doing, your Majesty, besides attempting to demolish the limousines
in your fleet?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Joseph! Charlotte and I are merely going for a drive.”
He surveyed the two women, then the limousines with the bumpers touching. “I
see.”
Clarisse could tell by his quiet words that he DID see, more than she had
really wanted him to see. “I think I shall buy myself a new car,” she announced
airily. “just to run around town with. I would like a
... what did you call them, Charlotte? Oh yes, I would like a standard car
because I am more used to them, and from what I have heard, they have
considerably more power than automatic cars.” Charlotte and Joseph exchanged
glances, and Clarisse sighed. “You don’t think I need more power.”
“I don’t think you need a car, period.” Joseph said. “You will never be going
anywhere without me, your Majesty, and I refuse to get into one of those little
puddle-jumpers. We’ll stick to the limousines, preferably with a REAL driver at
the wheel ...”
“I intend to learn how to be a REAL driver, with or without your help, Joseph!”
At that moment,
Clarisse hit the steering wheel almost petulantly, and jumped when the horn
blasted again.
“It appears that
Clarisse tightened her lips, but refused to answer.
“I think you’re mad,” Joseph continued flatly.
“Mad? Angry?” Clarisse was stung into speaking. “You are quite right! I AM
annoyed!”
“Insane mad. It was Voltaire, I believe, who said that
madness was to have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them.
You mistakenly believe that you need to know how to drive, therefore you know
you need to be taught ... RE-taught,” he caught her slight movement of protest,
but carried on before she could interrupt him, “and you are deducing finally
that it must be your Head of Security who is to be your teacher in this matter
because there is no other way you are going to learn. Is that understood?”
“Very well,” Clarisse sighed, almost giving in to her impulse to slump back in
her seat.
Joseph shut her door, walked around the car and got in beside her. “Now then,”
he directed her. “Have you found all the controls you might need while
driving?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Suppose it began to rain. Do you know where the windshield wipers are?”
“Oh. Umm ...” Clarisse hunted for a while, and then looked at him. “Nothing
says anything. There are just a number of meaningless pictures.”
Joseph grinned in spite of himself. “You’re right. That’s what I always thought
they were.” Then he cleared his throat and began to formally instruct her as to
where she would find the windshield wipers, washers, and lights. He explained
the gears, and how she just needed to put it in either R or D, and didn’t need
to worry about the numbers 2 or 3 showing on the dashboard.
In fact, his incredible patience with her gave Clarisse pause in her fierce
desire to go against his and Charlotte’s wishes in the matter of driving,
although she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing her change of
heart. Instead, when he finally told her she could put the limousine in reverse
and back up, she did as she was told without argument.
As she maneuvered the vehicle around the palace grounds, all the time gaining
confidence in her ability to handle the machine, her irrepressible spirit
emerged once more.
Stopping the limousine in a deserted area of the gardens, Clarisse carefully
put it in park and turned to Joseph, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, Joseph, thank you
for showing me ...” she began.
He was suddenly sitting very close beside her, his arm along the back of the
seat behind her heavy on her shoulders as his eyes met hers. The words she was
going to say died in her throat, and she stilled, her lips still parted, eyes
on his. Then his hands on her shoulders gently urged her towards him, and his
mouth covered hers. He kissed her lightly at first, his mouth barely grazing
against hers as he let her grow accustomed to him. Gradually he increased the
pressure and the pleasure with it, and she thought of a bottomless pool, deep
enough to swallow her up forever. And she really didn’t care,
if she could go on with him kissing her so deliciously. His lips were warm and
sure on hers, the sensations heightened by the roughness of his beard on her
skin, and with a tiny gasp of surrender, her own lips parted for him, searching
for more of the warmth and pleasure he offered. Somewhere in the back of her
mind she had expected that his kiss would remain soft, gentle, a friendly kiss
like the ones Rupert used to bestow upon her, but she had been wrong. This kiss
quickly became like one she and Joseph had shared in
His lips nipped, coaxed and teased hers. Clarisse stifled a moan of delight as
she nibbled at his lower lip, felt the brush of his beard and moustache on her
soft skin, and the erotic sensation of his tongue touching hers. She lost all
sense of reality as she clung to him, kissing him frantically, unaware in the
haze of sensuality that her hands were sliding over him and his were caressing
her. She pressed closer and closer to him, squirming against him, wordlessly
demanding the touch of his fingers on her breasts, feeling the moisture between
her legs flowing as his heated arousal pressed firmly against her there.
Dazedly, Clarisse finally realized the clear notes she was hearing as if from
far away were actually from Joseph’s cell phone in his pocket. As she came back
to reality, she realized her skirt was bunched around her waist so she could
straddle Joseph’s hips, her jacket was pushed back off her shoulders and her
sweater shoved up where his hands had been caressing her lovingly. Joseph’s shirt
was open to his waist and her fingers were entangled in his chest hair. She
could see vivid scratch marks where her fingernails had marked him. As Joseph
muttered imprecations and reached for his phone, Clarisse scrambled off his lap
and back into the driver’s seat, horrified by her recent actions. She had NEVER
before ‘necked’ in a car, let alone until all the windows were steamed up, but
she couldn’t see out any of them! She hastily smoothed her skirt down,
straightened out her sweater and buttoned her jacket, then ran her fingers
through her hair. Glancing in the mirror, she closed her eyes for a moment at
the sight of her reddened, slightly swollen lips. Then she realized Joseph was
finished speaking and was now watching her intently.
“Clarisse, I ...”
“Joseph, please ...” her voice was low and husky. “I ... I can’t. I can’t do
this. I’m sorry if I led you on, but ...” her voice broke.
“I understand, my dear,” he said after a moment.
Her head came up and she looked at him fully. “How CAN you? I cannot understand
...”
His smile was faint and obviously forced. “But I do understand. As the queen of
Genovia, you have certain responsibilities. One of those is meeting with
diplomats, which is why
“I can’t ask you to wait ...”
“You also can’t stop me from waiting,” he said simply.
“Oh, Joseph ...” her hand touched his cheek lightly. Then she added softly,
“You know, Joseph, you brought me more joy than I ever knew existed. You saw me
as Clarisse, you showed me how it could have, how it SHOULD have been with
Rupert and I ... I would give anything to ... well, to share everything with
you. What we have together is special ...”
“And some day the world will know about it, but that day is not yet. Right now,
Clarisse chuckled, feeling her tension beginning to ease slightly. “Joseph, I
WISH it wasn’t necessary, but I do think we need to keep our ... friendship ...
in the shadows, so to speak. Just for the time being.”
His hand was now on her cheek, his thumb smoothing over her skin tenderly.
“Clarisse, I love you. I have for a long, long time.”
Clarisse’s cheeks flushed, something she couldn’t remember happening for years.
Her eyes dropped and her hands tightened convulsively on the steering wheel.
“Joseph, I ...”
“It’s all right. I don’t expect you to say anything. I know you can’t. I just
wanted you to know. I also want you to know that in spite of my fussing and
Her face lit up. “Oh, thank you, Joseph!” She leaned over and pressed a soft
kiss to his cheek, her hand lingering on his jaw for a moment, then she settled back in behind the wheel and, tongue firmly
between her teeth as she concentrated, she put the car into reverse, backed up
smoothly, then drove around to the front of the palace.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Charlotte tried to again say that Clarisse’s license would be
automatically renewed if she requested it, Clarisse stood beside her aide while
Charlotte made the call to make an appointment for her driver’s test. Charlotte
had to argue with the man on the other end of the phone as well, who could not
understand why the queen wanted a valid driver’s licence
in the first place, and secondly was loathe to make her do all parts of the
test again, as Clarisse had insisted. Finally he agreed to send someone to the
palace immediately.
Although Clarisse was a little nervous about having to write her test on such
short notice, she accepted the papers from the young man when he arrived, and
questioned him to be sure it was the same written test everyone else received.
He stammered that it was exactly the same, and Clarisse waved him away to the
other side of the room with
Then he proceeded to check her eyes, confirming that she could see distance
fine, and only needed her glasses for reading. “So your license will not be a
restricted one.”
Joseph walked in when the young man was testing Clarisse’s reflexes, and
overheard him saying, “Your Majesty, you are in EXCELLENT shape for your age!”
Catching Joseph’s hard look, the young man blushed deeply and stammered, “I
mean, excellent health ... for ... ah ... well, just excellent health! Here’s
your license, your Majesty ...”
“But I haven’t shown you that I can drive yet!” Clarisse protested.
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary ...” the man looked wretched.
“Everyone ELSE has to, don’t they?”
“Well, yes, but ...”
“Come. I believe I left the vehicle out front.” Clarisse made her way out of
her office, the young man trailing after her, still protesting the need.
“Show him you know how to park,” Joseph murmured to Clarisse as she passed him.
“Joseph, behave!” Clarisse almost hissed at him, suppressing her own chuckles.
The young man, clearly overwhelmed at being in the front seat of a limousine
with the queen of Genovia behind the wheel, weakly indicated that she should
drive around the loop in front of the palace. When she came back to the steps
of the palace, he told her to stop by the steps where the limousine had been.
“I could show you how I can parallel park properly,” Clarisse said, wanting him
to know that she had practiced that as well.
To her surprise, the young man blushed deeply. “I’m sure you DO know how to
park ... and steam up ... uh, I mean ... no need, your Majesty ... here’s your license.”
He pulled a page from his clipboard and passed it to her, then bolted before
she could ask him why the license had been completely made out before she even
tried the test. Joseph and Charlotte were standing on the bottom steps of the
palace, both grinning at her as she held the typed license and stared after the
fast disappearing car of the young man.
Joseph shrugged when she turned to him. “You don’t need it anyway, your
Majesty, as I tried to tell you.”
“Well, I’m proud of you, your Majesty,”
“Thank you. You know,” Clarisse looked introspective all of a sudden. Joseph
and Charlotte both tensed. Clarisse thought of a certain black leather suit she
had seen in one of Mia’s teen magazines and pictured Joseph on a motorcycle.
She smiled mischievously at the two others. “You know,” she repeated, “I do believe
that I will try for my motorcycle license next.”
“Your Majesty?” Joseph spoke in a deceptively calm,
quiet voice.
She looked at him inquiringly. “Yes, Joseph?”
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” he roared. "ARE YOU TRYING TO DRIVE ME
CRAZY?"
THE END
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Title: Driving me crazy…
still!
By: tayryn and Jaya
Rating: oh please…
Disclaimer: If I owned them… I would have more than just
the Joseph clone! I’d have the STUD
himself… leather, shades and all!!
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“Your
Majesty! You aren’t really going to… buy
THAT! Are you?” Disbelief was evident in
Charlotte Kutaway’s voice.
“I went to all the trouble to
take that motorcycle driving course,
“There’s very little proper about that… nothing at all, as a
matter of fact.”
Clarisse laughed. “Oh,
“Joseph and every other man
in the palace,”
“I will simply wear the
jacket over this,” Clarisse replied, having heard
“You can say that again.”
Clarisse rolled her eyes at her
young aide. “Have you ever been hit by a
flying bug while traveling at eighty kilometres an hour on a motorcycle?
“No, your Majesty, I have not…
and I cannot believe that you have,”
“I told both you and Joseph
when I received my driver’s license that I wanted to learn to drive a
motorcycle next.”
“I know you did… but we did
not think that you were serious. I mean…
I can still remember how upset you were when Joseph bought his motorcycle six
years ago.”
Clarisse did not respond but
simply returned her attention back to the outfit in her hands. It had taken her a couple of years, and
Joseph finally going into the hospital for his knee replacement surgery… but
she’d finally managed to get around to taking motorcycle driving lessons.
“Joseph is not going to be
happy, your Majesty.”
“He will get over it soon
enough.”
“I still can’t believe you…”
A saucy grin touched
Clarisse’s lips. “You can say that
again. I want to show him I can drive
the bike too.”
“Oh, God,”
Clarisse laughed. “Oh,
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“Haven’t I just spent the
last six months in physical therapy learning to walk again?”
“Then why is it that I have
to be wheeled out when I am perfectly capable of walking,” Joseph asked as the
orderly pushed his wheelchair down the corridor towards the main doors of the
hospital.
“It’s
hospital policy and you know it, Joe.”
“Where is her Majesty? I was under the impression that she was going
to be here when I was released.”
“She… uh…”
“Shades is
watching her I trust?”
“Yes. He’s done a good job while you’ve been off,”
Joseph merely nodded and let
his thoughts wander as they continued down the hall to the elevator.
Six months.
He’d been away from the
palace for six months.
Clarisse had, after catching
Joseph wince one too many times, ordered him to go have the knee replacement
surgery he’d been putting it off for a number of years. He hadn’t wanted to go and had argued with
her that her safety was more important than his knees. An argument she’d quickly won by pointing out
that with bad knees he was actually jeopardizing her safety.
Joseph had booked the surgery
the next day… for both knees, despite the doctor advising him to have one knee operated
on at a time. There was no way he was
going to be off any longer than he had to.
For the last six months,
Clarisse’s well-being… her safety… had been in someone else’s hands. It was that thought that had Joseph working
extra hard to get back to the palace… and more importantly… back to Clarisse’s
side.
Clarisse had gone with him to
the hospital the day of the surgery, brushing a soft kiss over his lips before
they wheeled him away.
“I will be here when you get
out,” Clarisse had whispered against his lips then kissed him again.
Joseph smiled at the
memory.
She had indeed been waiting
for him. She’d even stayed in his room
with him until he had woken up from the anesthesia, and then had been to see
him almost every day.
Since their time in the
limousine four years ago when Joseph had taught her to drive once again… they
had grown steadily closer. Unable to
stay away from one another, Joseph and Clarisse had taken their relationship to
the next level. Surprisingly enough, it
had been Clarisse who had made the first move… kissing Joseph with undisguised
passion, and need this past Christmas then taking his hand and leading him to
her suite.
They had made love all night.
And from that night on,
they’d been very careful to keep the change in their relationship secret…
keeping their love in the shadows.
The only person who knew for
certain about Joseph and Clarisse was
“How much
longer is this ride going to last?” Joseph asked as the elevator stopped for each
floor.
“Not too
much longer, Joe.”
Joseph nodded then closed his
eyes.
He missed Clarisse.
He missed being with
Clarisse.
He missed the feel of her body
against, and around his. The taste of
her skin… the sweetness of her mouth. He
missed hearing the wonderful little sounds she made as he moved within her.
Joseph missed being with
Clarisse, and was very anxious to see her… and be with her again.
They’d grown even closer
during his sojourn in the hospital.
Being unable to make love, they’d talked… which is not to say that they
hadn’t talked before… but as their time to be together in an intimate fashion
was limited, their passion for each other usually won out over talking. So over the last six months, they had
talked. Talked and learned even more
about each other than either had known before.
“And here we are, Joe.” The orderly said, pulling Joseph out of his
thoughts, as he brought the wheelchair to a stop in front of the main entrance.
“Thank you, Louis.” Joseph said as he got to his feet. He shook the younger man’s hand. “I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure…”
Louis grinned. “I understand, Joe. Now don’t forget your promise to come by and
show me your Harley.”
“I won’t,” Joseph said then
turned to
They walked through the front
doors and Joseph came to a dead stop.
“Oh Dios
mío…” Joseph muttered… and swallowed hard at the
sight that greeted him.
His motorcycle had been
brought out of storage and stood gleaming in the sunlight. But what interested Joseph more was the woman
propped up against the huge machine.
Clarisse leaned saucily
against the Harley; a black helmet tucked neatly in the crook of one arm. Her hair was fluffed and glowed in a fiery
halo around her head. But what peaked Joseph’s excitement the most was her outfit. His eyes started at her feet, which were
encased in black leather knee high riding boots. Low riding black leather pants laced up both
sides of her legs, with a generous amount of creamy flesh visible on each
side. A black lace up halter-top barely
covered her generous cleavage; a full two inches of flesh visible down the
center revealing the inner swell of her heavy breasts.
How he managed to walk down
the steps and over to where she was standing was a mystery to Joseph. When he was standing before her, she lifted
the mirrored sunglasses covering her eyes.
“Clarisse…” he exhaled, her name barely a whisper on his breath.
“Hello, Joseph. I thought we might go for a… ride.” Clarisse
punctuated her words by flicking her tongue lightly across her lips.
“Oh, yes!” Joseph almost fell over his own feet in his
haste to get to the bike, oblivious to the stares and low whistles from the
various people milling around the hospital parking lot. “I like your outfit… and your helmet…. so
appropriate… I hope.” The solid black
head protector was emblazoned with the words ‘Wild Thing’ painted in red.
“You should be so lucky.” Her
mouth curled into a sexy smile as blue eyes slowly scanned his leather-clad
form. “I like your outfit too.”
Joseph grinned and glanced
down at the outfit
“It just needs one more
thing…” Clarisse said as she turned slightly and raised her arm to pull Joseph’s
helmet off of the backrest. The movement
caused her breasts to swell dangerously high in the low leather vest and Joseph
to swell in a different area. He caught
the black helmet Clarisse tossed him handily as his eyes raked her form yet again. Then he glanced down. His helmet had also been embellished in the
same manner as Clarisse’s, the words ‘Bad to the Bone’ painted in fiery red
letters across the top.
“Also appropriate, I
think.” Clarisse laughed, and lowered her
eyes to his bulging crotch.
“I thought you didn’t like
the motorcycle.”
“I didn’t…” Clarisse smiled
mysteriously. “But then I saw you in
your leather riding outfit and then I realized that under the correct
circumstances… with the proper handling… the proper training… it could be
fun. I love the freedom of riding down
the road… a hot throbbing… engine between my legs.” She picked up a leather jacket from the seat
and thrust her arms into it. “Ready to ride?” Joseph
was torn between his desire to continue to see her in the halter and his
unwillingness to let the strangers walking around continue to gawk at what he
considered his own private property, and possibly realize that it was their
queen.
“More than
ready, my love. Shall we?”
Clarisse leaned against the
seat and threw a leg over. She patted
the seat behind her. “Climb on.”
“Uhm… Clarisse?”
Blue eyes twinkled, one
blocked briefly by a quick wink. “I’ve
been taking lessons. Learning
how to be a better driver. I
thought you liked it when I took control.”
Joseph exhaled sharply and
climbed onto the bike. He wrapped his
arms around Clarisse’s waist, his fingers slipping inside the jacket and open
lacing to rub the sides of her breasts.
“We’d better get out of here
pretty quick or I am going to lose all control and I won’t be responsible for
what
Clarisse planted her feet
firmly on the ground and kicked back, pushing the bike off of its stand and
pressing her bottom more firmly into Joseph’s massive erection in the
process. He groaned as pleasure washed
through his body.
“Do you know how hard that is to get out of leather? Behave yourself! And take us home to the palace,” he muttered.
“Should I ask how you know
that small tidbit of information?” Clarisse laughed and slid her helmet over
her head, effectively cutting off the conversation. Joseph quickly followed suit and held on
tightly as they roared out of the parking lot.
“
“It looked like the queen and
Joseph… but she’s in the back of the limo.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yeah… I know the privacy
screen’s been up the whole time… but yeah, I’m pretty damn certain she’s back
there.”
“What about Joseph? Isn’t that why we’re here?” Shades asked as he opened the door for her.
“Oh… Joseph’s got a ride,”
Shades grinned as he realized
the queen was NOT in the limo and shut the door then gave a low whistle. “Damn!”
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Although Joseph had been
nervous about taking the back seat on the motorcycle he had to admit that Clarisse
was doing an excellent job handling the powerful machine. He also had to admit that he liked having his
hands free. The halter-top Clarisse was
wearing came to rest a few inches below her chest, leaving a wide expanse of
skin open to his touch. He slipped his
hands beneath her jacket to hang on there, fingers rubbing the firm flesh,
tantalizing her as much as the press of her rear on his erection was
tantalizing him.
“Where are we going?” He yelled though the helmet once they stopped
at a red light.
“I thought we’d take a ride
in the country… maybe up to the state park.
We should be there in about half an hour.”
The light changed, cutting off any further
conversation. Joseph resumed his
leisurely exploration of Clarisse’s stomach, growing more daring as they
entered the park and traffic died away.
The bike wavered slightly
beneath them when Joseph slid his hands up to palm Clarisse’s breasts but she
quickly corrected then briefly removed one hand from its hold to swat at Joseph’s
probing fingers. He smiled beneath the
helmet then stuck his fingers in deeper, finding and pinching her generous
nipples.
Retaliation was inevitable
and Clarisse was a master at it. While
keeping her focus on the road she began to work her rear up and down, torturing
Joseph’s rock hard erection even more.
The end of the lacing of Clarisse’s
top found its way between Joseph’s thumb and forefinger and he pulled
playfully, surprised when it parted. He
could feel the tension in Clarisse’s body as he slowly unthreaded the string,
exposing her chest to the elements bit by bit.
By the time the bike crested the top of the hill, the top hung open,
held together only by a single cross of the tie.
In a move that surprised Joseph,
Clarisse took the Harley off the path and right up to the edge of the overlook,
the ocean spread out majestically in front of them. With a surprising show of strength she
stopped the bike and popped it back on its stand then ripped her helmet off and
let it fall to the ground.
Joseph’s helmet bounced
beside it seconds later as his hands ripped the last lacing out and covered her
now naked breasts with his hands. Clarisse
turned in his embrace and their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues attacking
ravenously. Her hand snaked back to
grasp behind his head, locking his head to hers.
Clarisse’s eyes were gleaming
as the kiss finally broke. “You are an
evil man and you will be punished.”
“What’d I do?” Joseph gave
her his best innocent look.
“I don’t paw you like that
when you are driving… well not that much.” She amended, remembering her first ride with Joseph,
when she’d discovered that her hands rested very nicely at the joining of his
hip and thigh leaving her fingers in a perfect position to caress him.
“Rider’s
prerogative, darling. You in that outfit… how could I help
myself? But that’s why you bought it… isn’t
it?” Joseph’s hands were busy stripping
her jacket away, the top quickly following.
“Your turn. If I’m gonna expose my assets then you better get naked too.”
Joseph threw his jacket and
tee shirt to the ground then wrapped his arms back around her, capturing her
lips in another desperate kiss.
“I need you, Clarisse. I need you right now.” Joseph was so aroused
he was almost begging.
“Then take me. I need you too.”
“Let’s get off…”
“Uhm… let’s
not. Ever since I started taking lessons I’ve been
having some very erotic dreams. You and
I… together… the bike engine throbbing beneath us as you pulse inside me. I’m so ready for you, Joseph.”
Joseph’s head fell back, eyes
closed, as he was almost overwhelmed by the image she was painting. When he’d managed to beat back his near
climax he opened his eyes to find that Clarisse had undone his button and
zipper, releasing his erection to the elements.
“Turn around. We can manage this…” He gasped, his fingers
moving to her hips to yank frantically at the lacing on either side of her
tight leather pants.
“I love it when you go
commando. Lift up and push your pants down.” Clarisse ordered,
her body half turned so that she could maintain her hold on him. Joseph did as he was told then returned to his quest to open her pants. As the two halves parted, one hand worked its
way down and into her sopping cleft.
Clarisse cried out and jerked
back against Joseph’s solid chest as a small climax shook her body at his
touch. When he would have continued to
work her desire with his fingers she gripped his wrist and forced his hand
upward. Joseph trailed his wet fingers
back up her stomach to her breasts, drenching both nipples with her own
moisture.
“Joseph! Oh God… I’ve got to have…” Clarisse planted
her feet on the footrest and lifted her body to push the leather away from her
upper legs. “Scoot down a little!”
Realizing what she wanted, Joseph
once again followed her directive, pushing his hips forward slightly as his
hands grasped her hips to direct her down.
When Clarisse felt the head of his erection bump against her dripping
cleft she stopped. One hand gripped Joseph’s
thigh while the other worked Joseph’s shaft against her clitoris and down her
sheath, coating his member with her moisture.
Joseph groaned as Clarisse
used him like a sex toy, stimulating herself with his swollen organ until her
juices were draining down over his hips.
His fingers dug into her hips as he fought against his climax.
She sank onto him without
warning, crying out as he stretched her sheath, filling her fully.
“Oh God, I’ve missed you so
much!”
“Ride me, darling. I can’t last long,” Joseph’s hands moved from
her hips to her breasts as he pulled her back into his chest, his lips
attacking her shoulder blades. A moan
escaped his lips as he glanced over her shoulder and saw Clarisse reflected in
the polished metal of the cycle’s gas tank.
Her face was contorted in pleasure, her breasts swollen and heavy in his
palms.
“Yes… oh God!” Clarisse
planted her palms on Joseph’s thighs and began to move up and down on his rigid
shaft. Soon the perspiration of their
bodies lubricated their movements as her torso slid up and down his. Their excitement built quickly, the warmth
and vibration of the motor running beneath their legs only adding to their
pleasure.
Release came suddenly and
without warning, Joseph’s fingers sliding down to finger the swollen bud of Clarisse’s
desire pushing her into a prolonged orgasm.
He held her tightly, his hand continuing to work her as she convulsed
against him, her inner muscles clenching him, working his erection until he
felt his full sacs swell and empty, his juices rising up to gush into her
womb.
Clarisse fell forward, her
forehead resting on the handlebars of the bike, her chest draped over the fuel
tank, Joseph pressed against her back.
“Oh, Joseph… that was
incredible!” She gasped, amazed to feel him still firm within her.
“Vroom vroom
vroom!” was his whispered reply.
They lay there for long
minutes, recuperating from the effort of their loving. Finally Joseph dragged himself back upright
and pulled Clarisse up with him. She
moaned as she straightened her back, feeling Joseph’s semi-erect shaft firm up
within her. She rocked experimentally
against him.
Joseph groaned and yanked her
tightly into his chest.
“Joseph… we’re going to get
caught… we should get dressed… oooh do that again!”
“I don’t give a damn if the
entire park staff lines up and starts scoring us. How much gas has this thing got?”
“A full tank… oh… your
fingers are so… there… right there, please!”
“Turn around, honey. I need to be able to kiss you,” his hands
yanked at the last bit of lacing on her left leg
Clarisse quickly levered her
body up, whimpering slightly as she felt Joseph slide out of her, then pulled
her leather boot off so that her pant leg fell away, baring her left leg. She swung both legs over the seat and turned
to face Joseph. He pulled her forward
into his hips then dipped his fingers back into her sheath. Their lips met as her arms twined around his
neck.
Joseph carefully lowered Clarisse
back onto the bike until her head came to rest near the throttle. He rocked forward and buried himself within
her once again.
“The bike… be careful… we
don’t want to turn over.” Clarisse pleaded, even as she rocked against him.
Joseph planted one foot on
the ground and the other on a nearby rock to steady them then, sliding his arms
beneath her back and shoulders, he began to piston in and out of her.
Those low quiet sex sounds
that Joseph loved so much began to bubble from Clarisse’s lips as her back
arched off the bike. Joseph took what
was offered, locking his lips over a distended rosy nipple and suckling as if
he were starving.
The murmuring in Clarisse’s
throat became louder, more demanding, as the force of her own thrusts
increased. Joseph was almost past the
point of return himself, his own moans joining with hers. His right hand left her shoulder and moved
forward, groping down the steering bars until he found the throttle and turned
it… revving the engine to maximum.
The scream of completion that
burst from Clarisse’s lips echoed through the pine forest behind them and out
over the ocean in front of them. Joseph’s
hand fell from the throttle as he thrust one last time and joined his partner
in release.
A huge grin hung on Joseph’s
face as he slowly levered his chest away from Clarisse. The smile on her face matched his.
“So… I guess you missed me,
hmm?” A single finger caressed the line of her jaw.
“Terribly… as
much as you missed me, apparently.”
“That’s the understatement of
the century. Having you so close
everyday, and not being able to touch you… to love you,” Joseph gently thrust
against her. “Torture. Pure and utter torture.”
“For me as
well, Joseph. Why do you think I took a course in
motorcycle safety? I had to do something
to occupy my free time while you were in therapy… although I do still wish they
would have let me in with you,” Clarisse told him. “But for every moment we were apart… I thought
about you… about this… your body next to mine… touching me… me touching you.”
A load groan fell from Joseph’s
lips as he snapped off the engine, hoisted Clarisse up and levered both of them
off of the bike. She wrapped her legs
around his hips as he stepped over to her jacket and knelt, lowering her down
on top of it. He ravaged her mouth until
she gasped for air then moved lower, licking and kissing his way down her neck.
He paused when he reached the
valley between her breasts, burying his face there for a long moment before
moving up the slope to capture the dusky peak with his mouth.
Joseph’s actions were wild,
almost animalistic, as he suckled her forcefully, propping on one hand while
the other slid down her stomach to roughly finger her sex. Clarisse’s fingers dug into the grass beneath
her as she whimpered and thrust her body into Joseph’s touch.
“Please! Oh God!” Clarisse began to strain against him. Joseph thrust a finger into her wet depths
then added another as he began to work his thumb into her clit.
“Come for me, Clarisse. Let me watch.
Let go… now!” The third finger
was the charm. Clarisse exploded,
gasping for breath as the earth tilted beneath her. Joseph’s name surged to her lips and she
screamed over and over as his probing fingers prolonged her pleasure.
Sanity returned slowly, Clarisse
finding her shuddering body locked in Joseph’s embrace as his lips brushed
lightly across her face.
“Have I mentioned how much I
love you?” she murmured.
“Hopefully
as much as I love you. And I do love you, Clarisse Renaldi. I have no life without you.”
A tear slipped from Clarisse’s
eye as she kissed Joseph tenderly. “You
are my life… what are you doing?”
Clarisse propped up on one
elbow as Joseph groped in the pocket of his pants hanging around his
knees. He drew his hand out and back up
to hers, pressing a small box into her palm.
“This wasn’t exactly the
setting I had planned but the time just seems right. Will you marry me, Clarisse?”
Joseph popped the top of the
box back to reveal an exquisite emerald cut diamond in a platinum band.
“Joseph, I… I…” Joseph’s
heart fell as Clarisse lay back on the ground quietly. “My darling…”
“I’m not asking you to marry
me today. I know we have to wait until
Mia is queen… but I want to spend the rest of my life with you… loving you… as
your husband… and I will wait for
you for as long as necessary…”
Soft laughter bubbled to
Clarisse’s lips. Joseph snapped the box
closed.
“No… Joseph…” Clarisse
covered his hands with hers. “Of course
I will marry you. How could you think I
would say no?”
“Well… your laughter was a
pretty good indication.” His face was
still unsure.
Clarisse sat up to kiss him,
her hand caressing his cheek. “Look at
us, my love. I’ve never been proposed to
while lying almost completely naked in the middle of a forest.” She wiggled her one booted foot at him. “What will we tell people when they ask us
where we got engaged?”
The smile on her face was
infectious and Joseph found that he was grinning too. “We tell them that I proposed to you in the
middle of a beautiful forest, with the ocean pounding in the background, while
on a picnic.”
“A picnic?” Clarisse raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
“Well I was certainly hungry
and your appetite speaks for itself.” Joseph shrugged his shoulders at
her. “As to what we were wearing? That’s nobody’s business.”
“Why don’t you put this on
for me?” Clarisse held the ring box out to Joseph. He slipped the ring from its padding, removed
her wedding ring, and slid the engagement ring onto her finger. “A perfect fit,” she pronounced.
“Just like us,” Joseph said
and brought her hand up to his lips. He
pressed a loving kiss to the ring. “I
promise… I will wait for as long as you need me to to
make you my wife.”
Clarisse smiled up at him.
“Now… as absolutely fantastic
as this has been… why don’t we head for home?
As I recall there is a big comfortable bed waiting there that I bet we
can have a lot more fun celebrating in.”
“You didn’t think this was
fun?” Clarisse pouted prettily.
“Oh my queen, fun doesn’t
even begin to describe this… how about ‘one of the most intense, erotic
experiences of my life’.”
“Much better,” Clarisse
rewarded Joseph with a kiss as she sat up and embraced him.
A shout from the path beneath
them reminded the couple of their very exposed state and they reluctantly
parted.
“That is one hell of an
outfit,” Joseph ogled Clarisse as she deftly laced the sides of her pants back
together.
“Thank you. I thought you might like it.” It was Clarisse’s turn to watch as Joseph
yanked his black tee shirt over his head and shoved it into the waistband of
his pants.
“You keep looking at me like
that and we aren’t going to make it home.”
Joseph was practically drooling as Clarisse finished tying the sides of
her pants and, picking up her jacket, started looking around for her top. Noise from just behind the trees caused them
both to scramble.
“You folks okay up here? Someone below thought they heard a
scream.” Joseph quickly moved in front
of Clarisse as the park ranger burst through the trees.
“We’re just fine,” Joseph
said with a stern look at the man.
The ranger’s eyes
widened. “Mister Ferreira! Sir!
I’m sorry to disturb you.”
“That’s all right. You’re doing job.”
“So… there was no scream?”
“Actually, there was. My…” Joseph paused. What did he call her? Girlfriend? Lover? He certainly couldn’t tell the ranger is was
the queen. He shrugged internally,
deciding to go with the easiest of the options.
“My girlfriend screamed. Thought
she saw a snake. I guess the sound
really carries around here.” From the
corner of his eye Joseph saw Clarisse quickly zip up the jacket she’d pulled
on. “It was just a garden snake…”
“It was a very scary snake…”
Clarisse interrupted with a lilt to try and disguise her voice from behind
Joseph, her back still to the two men.
“It was really big… and so long… and it kept raising its head at me.”
Joseph rolled his eyes. “You know women… you can’t tell them that a
non poisonous snake is okay.”
The ranger laughed and
nodded. “Well, as long as everything is
okay.”
“Just fine. But I think my
lady friend here has had all the… snakes… she can handle for the moment.”
“Speak for yourself,”
Clarisse whispered for Joseph’s ears only.
“I can handle your snake anytime.”
Joseph coughed. “I think now though, that we are going to
head back to the palace… my fiancée is anxious to meet the queen.”
“Understandable. The queen is a wonderful woman.”
“She is indeed,” Joseph
agreed with a smile as he reached for and squeezed Clarisse’s hand.
The ranger gave Joseph a
short nod. “Have yourself a good day,
Mister Ferreira.”
“You too,
Ranger Smith.”
Ranger Smith smiled then
turned and walked away.
“He’s gone,” Joseph said
moments later as he turned to face Clarisse.
“Good. Do you think he realized who I was?”
“No. I didn’t see any spark of recognition in his
eyes.”
Clarisse breathed a sigh of
relief. “Good. Now what the hell did you do with my top?”
Joseph swallowed hard. “You didn’t… you aren’t wearing anything
under your jacket.”
“No… I can’t find where you
threw my bloody top!” Clarisse replied
as she looked around the grassy peak for her halter. “God knows what Ranger Smith thinks!”
“We covered. He doesn’t suspect a thing,” Joseph began to
scan the ground for the missing clothing
“I’m only wearing one shoe
and your fly is unzipped. Sure he
doesn’t!” Clarisse laughed as Joseph’s
fingers leapt to his zipper and pulled it up.
“And there is also the fact that you are going to have a hell of a time
explaining that at the dry cleaners.”
She gestured towards his
crotch and Joseph glanced down to find a large damp ring covering the front of
his pants from hip to mid thigh. “What the hell!?! I
didn’t…”
Clarisse began to laugh
again. “But I did, my love… and I was on
top.”
“Well…” Joseph joined
Clarisse in her laughter, “…it was worth it.
It was definitely worth it.”
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The sun was just beginning to
set when Joseph pulled the Harley into the palace garage. He steered the mammoth machine over to its
spot in the back, away from the limousines then shut off the engine. He pulled his helmet off and hung it on the
handle bar.
He felt Clarisse do the same
then wrap her arms back around him, her hands on his chest and her head on his
shoulder.
“We’re home,” he said in a
quiet voice.
Clarisse nodded.
They sat in silence.
“We should go in…” Joseph
said a short while later. “Before
Clarisse nodded again. “Yes…”
Joseph sighed then climbed
off the bike. He turned to Clarisse, wrapped
his arms around her and they shared a short but passion-filled kiss. “Will I see you tonight?”
“Of course,” Clarisse answered. “You didn’t really think you could propose to
me and not expect to spend the night with me, did you?”
Joseph chuckled. “Do you think we can skip dinner, and go make
love in the shower?”
“I wish we could.”
Joseph sighed
dramatically. “Ah well…”
“There is always after
dinner.”
Joseph grinned. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now… could you help me off?” Clarisse
grimaced slightly as she pulled her knee up with her hands. Joseph gripped her foot and helped swing it
over the gas tank then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to her feet.
“Stiff from
too much riding on the bike?”
“Stiff from
riding you on the bike.”
The grin on Joseph’s face
grew, and stayed there as they made their way out of the garage, and walked
across the yard to the palace.
They entered the palace to
find Charlotte, and the queen’s ladies maids waiting for them. There were soft gasps from the maids at the
sight of their sovereign in laced-up leather pants.
“Your Majesty,”
“Thank you,” Joseph smiled at
the younger woman.
“Did you have a good ride?”
Clarisse and Joseph shared a
look then turned back to
“Yes, as a matter of fact we
did,” Clarisse answered.
“Her Majesty is a very
skilled rider,” Joseph said with obvious pride in her voice then turned a stern
face on the giggling maids who quickly stifled their laughter.
“Dinner is ready for you,
your Majesty,”
“Thank you,
“Would her Majesty like to
dine in the dining room this evening?”
“No,” Clarisse shook her
head. “My suite will be fine.”
“Your Majesty, would you like
for us to draw you a bath?” Olivia
called out just as the group reached the queen’s rooms.
Clarisse paused with her hand
on the door handle then looked back at her maids. “No. I
think I will eat first then simply take a shower and go to bed early. In fact… you both may have the rest of the
night off.”
“But your…”
they began together then stopped.
“Thank you, your
Majesty.” Olivia said as she and
Priscilla curtsied then turned and quickly made their way back down the hall,
giggling.
Clarisse nodded. “Yes.
Thank you,
“You’re welcome, your Majesty.”
“Alone again at last,” Joseph
said as he stepped closer to his queen and covered her hand with his own where
it still rested on the door handle. He
turned it and pushed the door open then stepped inside the suite, pulling
Clarisse with him and closing the door behind him. “I do believe we have some celebrating to
do.”
Clarisse quickly found her
naked back pressed up against that door, her jacket stripped from her body by Joseph’s
competent hands. Joseph pressed his full length against her and she gasped at
the size of his erection pressing against her hips.
“Already?” She gasped between kisses.
“Always
when you are around.” Joseph
replied as he flipped the lock on the door.
“Joseph…
“
“But I thought… shower… we
were going to take a shower.” Clarisse moaned as Joseph’s lips attacked the
smooth skin of her throat.
“We are…” Joseph muttered,
his words sending a thrilling vibration through the rosy nipple his mouth was
wrapped around. “Eventually.”
~finis
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Title: Driving Me Crazy Forever
Authors: RevSue with Tayryn’s
help (and with Datsue to blame)
Rating: PEAR ALERT!!!! LOL Only for fruit-loving adults ...
Category: Duh ... Romance, of course! Do I write anything else?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters since Princess Diaries 1 &
2, and its characters are the property of Disney,
Summary: A continuation in the ‘Driving Me Crazy’ series ... LOL! This is
actually the evening of Joseph and Clarisse’s wedding ...
Warnings: Don’t like? Don’t read! Those are the only warnings you get!
oOoOo
“Bye, Grandma, Joe!” Mia hugged them tightly.
“Thank you, Mia,” they both murmured. “Thank you for today.”
“SOMEONE had to do something, ’cause you certainly weren’t getting
anywhere on your own!” Mia grimaced. “Right, Charlotte?”
“See you in a couple of days, remember!” Mia warned them. “We have to get this
coronation thing organized! Oh, and since you have a long trip to Mertz, and
the limo has that neat DVD player in the back seat, I’ve put a movie in for you
to watch on the way. I hope you don’t mind. I loved it. I thought maybe the
scary parts might have Grandma cuddling up to you ...”
“May we go, Princess?” Joseph asked politely.
Mia laughed. “Off you go, Gramps! Love you! Just not as much
as Grandma does ...”
“Mia!” Clarisse flushed unaccountably, and turned away.
At that moment, just before she got into the limousine, a uniformed man was
escorted up by Shades. “Your Majesty? Queen Clarisse?”
“Yes?” Clarisse turned back.
“I don’t know if you remember me ...” the man began.
Clarisse studied him for a moment. He DID look familiar, but ... Then Joseph
smiled and put out his hand. “Ranger Smith!”
“Congratulations, Your Majesty, Mr. Ferreira! Like the rest of the
country, I was very happy about the events of today! Of course, I had a little
prior knowledge about you two ...” and the ranger winked.
Trying heroically to control her blushes, Clarisse merely smiled a trifle
frostily at him. Then he handed her a paper bag with the park logo on it. “I
believe this is yours, your Majesty. I’m sorry we haven’t returned it before
now. Perhaps it might be useful to you again at some point. It appears it
worked out all right.”
Puzzled, Clarisse nevertheless accepted the bag, and said her final goodbyes to
Mia. The driver, Georges, put up the privacy screen with a sympathetic grin,
and they were off.
Still finding it hard to believe that she was actually married to Joseph,
Clarisse sat quietly for a moment before turning to Joseph. “I really do love
you, you know. I have for a long time now, and I always will.”
His arms were around her, and his lips on hers. Clarisse melted into his
embrace, dropping the bag and only barely registering that it fell off the seat
and onto the floor. In the background, she dimly heard voices and music, but
paid no attention to the movie Mia had started. Instead, she concentrated on
loving her husband to the best of her considerable ability.
His hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, and slowly unfastened it
even as his kisses drew the breath from her body. Slipping the dress off her
shoulders, his fingers traced around the lacy cup of her bra and she gasped.
“Take it off!” she panted. When he hesitated, her hands left his shoulders and
quickly unfastened it, dropping it behind her.
“We,” he said, as he held her hips firmly, “are going to go very slowly.” He
saw her smile deepen.
“Must we? I already feel as though I have been waiting all my life for this
night,” she said, candidly.
He looked at her almost fiercely. “It is not wise to say such things under
these circumstances. You might at least wait until we were safely ensconced in
our hotel room!”
“Oh, forgive me. I bow to your superior wisdom.” Laughter rose in her, little
bubbles of happiness bursting on the surface of the miracle that was happening.
“Your majesty, no matter how hard you try, you will not undo me!” he scowled,
but his eyes were twinkling.
She clasped his face between her hands and arched so that her nipples brushed
the hard wall of his chest. “I am already undone. It is only fair that you join
me.”
“Already?” His smile finally matched her own. He grasped her dress and quickly flung it off over
her head. She parted her legs and settled further onto him, making a place for
him between them. Joseph groaned. “I need to touch you ...”
“So do I ...” Her hands were on his, urging him to touch his fill.
His hand trembled as he reached out, staring at what was revealed to him. “You
are exquisite,” he said, thickly. He had known feminine beauty in many forms,
he had known HER beauty, but never had her loveliness moved him as it did now
that she was his in the eyes of the entire world. His desire for her was
acutely physical and vastly more. He wanted her here and now ... and a thousand
years hence. He had loved her and would continue to love her, forever.
She raised herself up a bit on her knees, facing him with pride and just the
smallest shadow of embarrassment he found endearing as she triumphed over it.
“I think you should know,” she murmured, “I am not a particularly patient
woman.” And with that, her slim but surprisingly strong hands hurriedly helped
him undress. “Oh, my ... I ... I’d forgotten.” Her gaze drifted over him
hungrily. “Joseph, you are ... superb.”
“Clarisse, we are in the back of the LIMOUSINE!! Georges is only a few feet
away! You, my dear, are utterly shameless.”
“Oh, I sincerely hope so.”
His laughter exploded. He hugged her close, delighted and relieved all at once.
What a woman! Beautiful, intelligent, provocative, daring ... he would have to
remember how he appreciated her daring next time she did something foolhardy.
For the moment, it was enough to see her enchanting smile. Well, no, not really
enough. Not even remotely. Gently, but implacably, he lowered her back onto the
leather seat. “Being undone,” he murmured as he cupped her breasts, his tongue
grazing over her distended nipples before sucking first one, then the other,
“may involve more than you suspect.”
“More ... really? JOSEPH ...!” she arched against the
hard wall of his body.
“You know, I remember reading someplace that some women are aroused by the
feeling of their breasts and that that arousal is permissible in younger women.
Are you considered a younger woman, my dear?”
“Joseph Ferreira!” she exploded, and he felt his
control slipping at the touch of her hands and her lips on him.
Sheer survival drove him to take her mouth hard and fast, thrusting his tongue
into her as he reached down between her silken thighs and found unerringly what
he sought. There he stroked, again and again, as his tongue moved to the same
rhythm, as her skin heated against his, as she bucked and moaned, and finally
as the coils of every tightening pressure released suddenly, hurling her into
ecstasy.
When she finally drifted back to earth again, she was aware of the movie
continuing. “This movie is about a giant SHARK?” she asked in disbelief,
staring at the small screen. “WHY would Mia want us to watch ...?”
“Maybe for this part,” Joseph grinned as, on the screen, a woman came into the
room where a man was leafing through various books on sharks. She sat on the
floor between the man’s legs, passing him a drink, leaning back against him
then said, to him, ‘Wanna get drunk and fool around?’
Clarisse giggled. “So, Joseph, wanna ignore the movie
and fool around?"
“Ignore the movie?” He pretended shock. “What would Mia, or Lilly, for that
matter, say about the rights of sharks ...?”
She sat up and her lips moved closer to his waiting ones. “Right now I’m about
to assert my womanly rights over you.”
He grinned. “That will be my pleasure, your Majesty.”
Running her hands down his chest, Clarisse let her fingernails graze over him
until she reached his hips. Then, allowing her hands to encircle him, she
smiled at his gasp of surprise. “It WILL be your pleasure, sir,” she said
confidently. “And mine.” With a courage she had not known she possessed, a
courage born of her great love for him and the knowledge that her love was
returned, she moved onto his lap facing him, her legs bent on either side of
his body. The position was shockingly intimate, all the more so as his hardness
probed her swollen, sensitive folds. Her hunger for him was as great as his for
her. Slowly she lowered herself. Sweet, enticing frustration rose in both
lovers. They had to have more ... they HAD to. The powerful inner muscles of
her body clenched around him, drawing him deeper. He gasped, his hands coming
up almost automatically to her breasts, stroking and pulling the nipples to
tight, aching buds. Clarisse trembled, then rocked on
him harder, her eyes on his.
He pressed up as she plunged down, and they sighed with deep satisfaction. As
he pulled out, she ached to have him back. She pulled him to her as he thrust
forward again, penetrating deeply. He felt her full embrace and she cried out
with her joy. It was beyond delight, more than pleasure. Then the powerful,
shuddering waves seized them, crashed over them and she shattered against him,
exploding suddenly, exquisitely, into shimmering fragments, pulses of energy
coursing down through her flesh, through her veins, her cells, through her
heart and soul. In the next instant, he followed her, overwhelmed by the full
force of his passion for this woman ... this woman who held his heart firmly in
her loving hands.
Time passed; they had no idea how long. Chronological time had lost all
meaning, and there was nothing in the world except the two of them becoming
one, forever. They rested, entangled in each other’s arms, and deep, abiding
contentment filled them. This was meant to be. This was their forever. There
had been so many lonely, empty years for them both.
“Joseph?” Clarisse whispered. “We’ve steamed up the windows.”
“Hmmhmm.”
His tongue slid against hers in a primitive rhythm that brought a whimper from
her throat.
His lips brushed hers, then he nipped her lower lip
lightly as he coaxed and teased. She nibbled at his lip in return, feeling the
brush of his goatee tickling her, and the erotic sensation of his tongue
touching hers. They took their sweet time and Clarisse was boneless by the time
he lifted his head.
“You are very sexy, your Majesty,” he murmured,
nuzzling her ear.
“I would say YOU are, Joseph,” she returned, loving the rumble in his chest
when he laughed at her retort. Then she sighed. “Joseph? The
windows? Do you ... do you think Georges suspects what we ...?”
He chuckled again. “I am POSITIVE he knows what we are doing during this
drive.”
“Watching Mia’s movie, you mean? He could hear that ... not us, do you think?”
Clarisse abandoned that distasteful thought. Suddenly she remembered the bag
thrust at her by the park ranger just before they had left the palace in Pyrus.
Sitting up, she rummaged to find it, and opened it. Then her face suffused with
colour, she stared at the contents mutely. Her lace-up leather halter top she
had lost in the park the day she and Joseph had ... engaged themselves on the
motorcycle!
Joseph roared with laughter. “No WONDER he said they had prior knowledge!”
Feeling horribly embarrassed, Clarisse crammed the top back into the bag. “Oh,
Joseph, I wonder how discreet we actually WERE? No one seemed surprised today,
did you notice? Sebastian Motaz was beaming and was waiting for us when we got
to the front of the church ... the Archbishop himself said, ‘FINALLY’ when I
announced I wanted to marry you ...”
“Hmmm,” Joseph murmured, his lips beginning to kiss her face and throat lightly
once more. He still had never told her about the Viscount’s accusation that
everyone knew Joseph was courting the queen’s favour, and he had no intentions
of ever mentioning it.
“Joseph? Joseph, what are you thinking? We should dress ...”
His hand was exploring the contours of her behind. “Want to go again?”
“Go? To a wedding? To watch a movie?” she teased him
lightly. Then her breath whooshed out as her heartbeat sped up. Still, she
struggled to retain a bit of composure and teased him again. “And really,
Joseph, CAN you?”
He had never felt younger or more virile. His answer was a low growl as his
lips covered her breast again. “Maybe we should go see a movie every night.” He
licked and suckled her.
Clarisse felt hot passion rising in her again. “Or not.
I hate that movie.” She leaned over and her finger unerringly found the off
button, her face expressing her delight when the screen went dark.
“You’d rather have romance? Musicals? Or are you into
the x-rated, erotic ones?”
“Joseph!”
Joseph traced her spine from her neck to the small of her back with his
fingers. “Sex is a hell of a lot more fun to do than to watch. But what about Georges and the steamed up windows? We only
have another half hour of driving time, if my memory serves me correctly.”
She moaned faintly, then whispered, “Oh, Joseph ...
that drives me crazy! Please, let’s go again ... just to keep you in practice,
you understand, so that,” and she flicked his nipple with her fingertips, “your
performance measures up.”
With her help, ‘up’ was exactly where he was heading. “Clarisse, my darling,
you are probably going to be driving me crazy forever!” Joseph grinned before
losing himself in his wife once more.
The End
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