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Together Again; tag Christina
Topic Started: Nov 2 2010, 11:16 PM (391 Views)
Andrew Dudley
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*December 1511*

Andrew Dudley was in a mess. The only person who seemed to sober him nowadays was his Princess. Not only had his relationship with his brother been severed, but so had his relationship with his good friend, George. He had hoped that there would be still something left if they just talk it over, because he sure did not want to marry Magdalen Dacre, especially knowing that she was his friend’s lover. But it had been too late, news had spread and George in his rage could not see reason. Andrew didn’t blame him though; he would be the same if his lover was suddenly taken away from him by a friend. But Andrew saw reason of such a thing. As much as he hated to think about it, he would have no choice but to stand by and watch the Princess of Denmark be married off to someone, someone more powerful and wealthier than Andrew could ever be.

He didn’t love her, though he wouldn’t even know what love was. She was more like an addiction to him, and naturally he wasn’t aware of any feelings she might have for him. But he had been true to his word; he had stopped sleeping with others, while they had become lovers, which hopefully was still a secret to all. If his brother, John, found out about it, Andrew was certain that he would be more or less disowned from the family. But Andrew didn’t care; Christina was the only good thing in his life at this moment. That’s if she didn’t become upset with him too about this whole engagement thing.

So he had to see her, still a little bruised, he requested an audience with her, doing all the right things by informing her servants and guards. He didn’t wait for an answer, just asked to see her in the gardens, one last walk out in the open before it gets too cold. It was still chilly, so Andrew was already in his winter clothes, he even wore gloves to keep the bite of the cold getting to his fingers.

He wandered through the gardens, wondering if Christina would be allowed to see him at all, especially with his reputation worsening with his fight with Boleyn. He still hadn’t heard from John about that, though Andrew guessed it wouldn’t take long before he found about it and gave Andrew another stern talking to. He hoped he would be able to see Christina though, otherwise he would have to attempt writing to her. He wanted to know her feelings on the matter of his engagement to Lady Dacre and reassure her that he had nothing to do with the arrangement. But that had to mean something didn’t it? If Andrew was afraid of hurting Christina, did that mean that he did have feelings for her? There would have to be something there for sure, especially if he had given up all other women to be with her for a stolen moment or two.

But Andrew was lost, no one would allow him to have a future with Christina and he had this little problem of breaking the contract between him and Magdalen. If he spread a rumour about her relationship with George, would that be enough? But then he would never be able to restore his friendship with George after that and Magdalen was an innocent party in all of this, well not entirely. If she were innocent then she wouldn’t be sleeping with George, but then wasn’t he just as bad or doing worse by sleeping with the Princess of Denmark?

Sighing softly, Andy found his way to a bench and sat down. It actually took him a moment or two to realise that the bench he had sat on was the very one he had sat with Christina when they had first met. He grinned at that memory, remembering how he had purposely left off his shirt for her viewing pleasure.
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Christina of Denmark
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The request for an audience from Andrew shocked Christina. He never followed protocol before which, of course, made her guards uncertain and jumpy as they didn't have a clue how the young man knew their Princess. They asked her if they should inform Caterina in case he had impure intentions. Christina assured them that was unnecessary and said that he'd been the young man she went horseback riding with. This seemed to appease them and they suggested they accompany her to the garden to meet him. She declined, setting off for the appointed spot.

It was funny; she was writing to him to request his presence. She was no big believer in destiny, but it seemed to her that the doctor informing her that her sickness was not a sickness but a pregnancy on the same day he asked to see her was such a thing. She wasn't particularly pleased with the news. She suspected Caterina might kill her or if Caterina didn't kill her, her aunt certainly would.

Having a child out of wedlock was sure to ruin her prospects of a second marriage, but Christina didn't think that was such a bad thing. She didn't want to be married again, if she was honest with herself, and having a baby with Andrew ... that was something she could be quite comfortable with. The likelihood of being able to keep the child was very slim, but knowing there was a child out there created from the love she felt for him, if not shared ... she was happy with that.

Quickening her steps, Christina soon arrived in the gardens and found Andrew in the same place they first met. It was a fitting place to tell him her news, but the sight of him, looking a little worse for wear startled and worried her. She rushed over to him and made to touch his face, but shied away, unsure if she would hurt him if she did.

"What happened to you?" she asked him, voice rising in pitch. "Oh, Andrew, what did you do? Please tell me you did not do something foolish."

She gazed at him, worry lining and creasing her face. A lock of her hair fell over her eye as she leaned down. She bit her lip and touched his face gently. "Who did this to you?" she added, voice a whisper.
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Andrew Dudley
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It would seem Andrew didn’t have to wait long. At the right moment he glanced up and saw his special Princess heading his way. He rose. It was always customary to rise for a lady, but for Andy at that moment it was different. He rose as if to rush and meet her half-way, eager to see her, like a puppy waiting for its master or mistress. He hesitated though, taking a couple of steps in her direction, but though he paused, his heart beat faster as she quickened her pace to get to him sooner.

When she hesitated to touch him, he took that hand carefully in his and brought it to his face, nuzzling it and breathing in her scent, before kissing it in greeting. He glanced around them for a moment, and once he deemed it safe, he wrapped his free arm around her and brought her body to his, guiding her to sit with them on the bench, their bench. “Don’t worry, my Princess, it is nothing, a fight with a friend is all, a misunderstanding.”

He knew too well that she wouldn’t stop worrying or asking about it, so he knew he had to enlighten her. While still keeping a careful eye on their surroundings, Andrew gave her his full attention. His eyes scanned over her body, as if committing her beauty to memory, his free hand reaching out to idly toy with a jewel on her skirts. There was no meaning behind this; it was a habit of his. He didn’t just love the sight of a woman without her clothes, but in them too. And he had already seen the Princess without the prettiness of her gown, and that was certainly an image he would never forget.

He ached to have her in his bed again. If he had it his way, she would never leave his bed. And it wouldn’t be just about sex, he would get to know her, ask her silly questions and just talk and talk. He sighed softly and kissed her hand again. His injuries were mostly healed, but there was still a little bruising. “Have you not heard the news? Thanks to my brother, John, I am betrothed to a Magdalen Dacre. Whom I am to believe is my friend, George Boleyn’s lover and he assumed I had gotten us betrothed on purpose to steal her away from him, but I didn’t, I honestly didn’t.” He looked at her, almost sulking like the puppy he was portraying earlier. He hoped she would believe him, in fact he was almost in panic at the thought of her leaving him too, but he waited, brushing the hair out of her eyes, almost with a trembling hand.
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Christina of Denmark
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There was a fluttering within her when his lips touched her skin and a delicious warmth spreading through her as his eyes travelled over her. God, she had missed him. Caterina, she supposed, had realized there was something going on and decided to keep a closer eye on her, even seeing that she had protection wherever she went. There was a possibility she was in danger, though, so she didn't bring it up. If Caterina felt it was necessary, it was necessary. Christina would never argue with her.

All the same, every part of her cried out for his kiss and more of his touch. Even with the baby inside her, she knew it was possible to still share his bed. That was, if he still wanted her now. She would give him the option to run; she didn't want him to resent her. She loved him enough to let him go.

Just as she was about to tell him that a friend that would hurt him was no friend at all, the next words he said knocked the air out of her. Betrothed? Her Andrew? No, that couldn't be. Even if it was, he wouldn't do it, would he? She searched his face. No, he wouldn't. He wasn't the marrying kind.

"You," she began softly, "won't do it, will you? You won't marry Lady Dacre. You will refuse?"

If he said that he planned to go through with it, it would destroy her, that she was certain of.
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Andrew Dudley
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Andrew just wanted to cry. He was sick of being in a mess; one thing after the other was destroying him. He wished to run away and take his Princess with him, but would she want to give up her wealth and power to be with him? He knew he was being selfish, but couldn’t help it, all the things happening around him, all the people meddling with his life made him selfish. He would anger a lot of people if he suddenly took off with the Princess of Denmark, the King may even have to hunt them down and punish him severely and his brother would be all for it, he was sure of that.

He shook his head at Christina’s questions; he had no idea how to get out of this mess. He ran his free hand through his hair, while the other still held her hand, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “I have no choice but to marry her, the deal is done. But I won’t do it. I am certain that George and Magdalen are trying to find a way out of it too. If we were talking again we could sit and talk about it until we found a way out. But yes, I will refuse. I won’t give up until the deal is broken.” There was a hint of pain in his voice as he spoke about it. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and forget about it all, about everything.

Thinking just that and spying some of her guards in the distance, looking for her, he stood up. They didn’t have long before they were spotted. Still holding her hand, he guided her to her feet. “Come, follow me.” He didn’t wait for her to question him, and he knew she wouldn’t object. With an arm around her waist, he led her to the grand maze. He had stolen women away in here before, so it was one of those things that he memorised. He didn’t stop walking until they were well and truly lost and hidden within the maze. This would give them a few spare moments alone for a little while, probably not as long as he would wish, but it was better than nothing. Certain they couldn’t be seen (though he still kept an eye and ear on any movement around them); he drew her into his arms and kissed her. His lips soon moving from her lips down her neck, his body itching to have her again, he would take her right here and now if she let him.
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Christina of Denmark
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No choice, he said. Even he, a man, had no choice. It was something she couldn't wrap her head around or something she didn't want to wrap her head around. She couldn't face the idea of him marrying someone else. If he married, she wanted to be the woman, especially with his child in her belly. The words he spoke next gave her a little hope, but she still felt a tightening in her chest as they went into the maze.

His lips did nothing to soothe the tightening though she wished very much for it too. She wanted to kiss him with abandon, to kiss him without thinking of the woman could be his wife. She clutched his shoulders, digging her nails in. Why couldn't she be lost in him as she was before?

"Andrew," she whispered, "please, wait."

She didn't truly want to ask him to wait, but she wanted her mind to be soothed first. Then she could concentrate on him and him alone. She feared he would get upset with her for stopping his progress. But she had to be relaxed before they went any further.It didn't matter if they were untrue, pretty words as long as she found peace.
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Andrew Dudley
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That kiss was good enough for him for a little while, though all he could think about is there bodies forming together again like they did that night he stole her away into his bed. But he was not a rapist, if she didn’t want it then he would stop and he did. For a mere second though he took the nails digging into his shoulders as a sign that she wanted him, and she wanted him now. He gripped her waist, ready to lift her and hold her up against him, but her words stopped him. It took him a little while to get himself under control, but he relaxed his advances, breathing in her scent as he nuzzled her neck affectionately.

Then finally, he stepped back, letting her go. His hands slid down her arms and he took hold of her hands gently, rubbing the back of her hands with his thumbs. He gave her a lopsided smirk, taking this time to glance about them, not necessarily looking for anyone (since all he could see was hedge walls), but pausing to listen carefully, before returning his attention back onto her. “Forgive me Princess, I didn’t mean to be too forward.” At least with her, he didn’t want to rush into things, because she was his special princess. Most other women were just flings for him, but Christina? He didn’t want to let go of her, he was like a boy not wanting to give up his favourite toy, because he felt so much affection for that particular toy.

He studied her for a moment and moved forward to gently caress her cheek, tilting his head a bit, the same way a dog would when it’s questioning its master. “Is there something wrong? Christina, tell me.” He didn’t know why, but he imagined something was wrong, or was out of the ordinary, (besides him seducing a Princess).
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Christina of Denmark
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He worried about upsetting her which made her love him all the more, if it was possible. She wanted to ignore the gnawing feelings inside of her and let him have her here and now, but she couldn't. Him marrying someone else ... it was too painful. Almost too painful for her to stand, if she was honest with herself. She was a princess of the blood, the heir to the throne of Denmark, and there wasn't anything she could do. Except ...

"Ask for my hand!" she burst out before she properly thought it out. "Go to Caterina and then write to my aunt!"

She could already imagine Caterina's face and her aunt's reaction. He wasn't well-titled enough. His reputation was far from spotless. Both would find extreme fault in him. But once they discovered she was pregnant ... oh.

Now she searched Andrew's face. "There's something I need to tell you, but you ... you have to promise not to run from me." she said, verbalizing her worst fear. She didn't want to tell him she was pregnant and then have him run off. Even if he didn't want to be a part of their baby's life, she wanted to tell him that it was all right and he was free to do as he wished.
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Andrew Dudley
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With Christina’s outburst, Andy whipped his hand away from her as if she had burnt him and took an unsteady step back. He blinked and stared at her for a moment. He probably looked as if he was already ready to run, but he hadn’t meant to seem as if he were, her idea shocked him to the core. For however long he had refused and spat on the prospect of marriage and the thought of love, but did he care for Christina enough to want to marry her?

He rubbed at his hand, and then stared down at it for a moment, before looking up and using that hand to run through his hair. He was unsure with himself, he didn’t want to lose Christina as well, but he had never liked the thought of marriage, which is why he put up such a fuss when John had arranged one for him.

He stepped forward again and idly started playing with a ribbon on Christina’s gown, at her waist. “They won’t accept me, Christina, but I want you, I want all of you. So…I will ask…” He paused for a moment, tilting his head a bit again, while raising a brow slightly at the same time. If this truly wasn’t what had been troubling her, then what had? Confused about her words, he shook his head. If he were to agree to ask for her hand, then he would have to act like a man, rather than the spoilt brat he had grown up to be. “I won’t.” Despite reassuring her, he still wasn’t sure whether he would actually run, but then she had just mentioned marriage and he hadn’t ran then.
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Christina of Denmark
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Despite his assurance that he wouldn't run, Christina felt more apprehension than she did before she came to him. A baby was a big responsibility and one born to them was liable to start something even bigger. She could only imagine what Caterina would do or say. She might send her home to have her aunt deal with her. Her aunt would write to her father, she knew, and her father would give her the permission to do what she will to his foolish, headstrong daughter. No blame would be put on Caterina. It would be all her as it was.

Though she was a princess of the blood, she knew that her aunt would have no qualms about sending her off to a nunnery for a few years until all thoughts of Andrew were gone. She didn't want that, but barring a miscarriage, there was nothing she could do about the pregnancy. Truthfully, she wanted very much to have his baby. She couldn't see anything wrong with it, at all, though it was a child born out of wedlock.

"I've been ill," she began, "so I went to a doctor with great discretion. It ... he said ..." If she didn't say it now, she wouldn't ever get it out and run herself. "Andrew, I ... I am with child."

She lowered her eyes, gazing at the floor, and wondered if he would regret that night. Would he regret their friendship entirely? He could blame her and say that she should have done something then to prevent pregnancy. She could have, of course, but passion had driven all sense out of her head. She had wanted him as much as he had her.

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Andrew Dudley
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Andrew looked at her quizzically. He was still a little afraid of what else she had to say. Andrew didn’t even know what he was doing here. He was meant to be running after woman after woman, seducing and sleeping with as many as he felt like, but here he was, having seduced and slept with one of the most untouchable women in the world and she wanted him to marry her? This all seemed too funny, too different, too unlike Andy. But he was still here, why though Andrew had no idea. Did he actually feel something for this Princess? He didn’t want to think about that.

He was meant to be about anti-love and here he was acting like a love sick puppy. All he wanted was her, he had many women before, but none of them had ever been close to what Christina was to him. Sure maybe it was all because she was something big and proper compared to him, another notch on his bedpost (well the highest one he had ever had). But she was indeed something more to him, she had to be, after all he did just agree to ask her guardians for her hand in marriage. Andrew had never done anything like that before, he had never wanted marriage, but then if it were the only way to keep his Princess, then wouldn’t it be worth it? That’s if all parties agreed to something as silly as that, which was doubtful, but at least he would have tried.

A panic suddenly ran through him as she spoke of being ill, he wanted to hold her to him, believing that he would lose her to some crazy illness, but what she said next, shock him to the core. He blinked and went to step back again, but paused. If marriage he disliked, then the thought of bastard children he hated. For a moment he thought it was a trick, or maybe even his crazy sister-in-law put her up to this. But no, how could anyone know about them? Remembering that he must start acting like a man (well not entirely) and accept his consequences, he instead stepped forward. Though if Christina had been anyone else, Andrew probably would have ran. “And this…this is why you asked me to ask for your hand?” Now that he was getting over the shock, all that he could picture was running away with her rather than away.

He smirked softly then and drew her in close, returning to kissing her neck, but softly, before his lips found hers again his hands all over her it seemed as he whispered against her lips. “Oh love…what a mess we have found ourselves in…would they let me keep you?” He paused and answered his own question, frowning a little. “Most likely not, but we shall have our fun while it lasts…and I can sneak you somewhere to have the babe…maybe we should just run away. Would they be mad if I stole you from the world? Yes, I am greedy.” He spoke the last few words so seductively, any woman might have forgotten this little predicament and envisioned everything would be alright, while Andy works his magic on them and helps them forget, at least for a time.
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Christina of Denmark
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Christina was young in her years, but her marriage and becoming a widow at so tender an age made her feel older than that. She didn't know how much older Andrew was, but she didn't care. Marriages between young girls and older men was commonplace and it wasn't as though he was terribly old. In fact, she'd never thought of his age. All she thought about was how he made her feel. Right now, as he spoke, he was doing wonderful things to her neck and making her wish to forget all the things that troubled her.

Running away had come to mind, but she didn't want to do that to Caterina. Her aunt would never blame her for something like that. It would be all Caterina and how she'd brought her to England in the first place. Her aunt, before she had left, had spoken of what a corrupted court the King of England presided over. She had no praise at all. If Christina wished, she could say that Mary had everything about England. She certainly didn't like the idea that Caterina wished to marry her off to an Englishman. So, that was yet another point against her beloved.

"We cannot run away and you know it." she said softly, making a feeble attempt to push him away so that he would hear her words. "Even if we could, I would not. Caterina would be left to blame and I don't want that. My aunt, though I love her, I know her to be cruel. She doesn't have the titles she has on merit of beauty. She is cold and calculating with things like politics and marriage. She wishes to use me to advance herself, just as Caterina does."

No measure of love could save her if she married Andrew against her aunt's wishes, Christina knew. Her father, no doubt, would have quite a lot to say and she would have to face him. She was his heir now and in marrying her, Andrew would become the future King of Denmark. She would then have to inform him of the other thrones she had claim to. This made her stop and wonder; did Andrew know how high he would soar if he married her?

Her stomach plummeted. What if he did and had sought her out? He was the younger brother of the Earl of Warwick with nothing substantial of his own. He could have thought a relationship with her would elevate him, even if she refused marriage. These thoughts cut her deeply. He wouldn't, would he?

"If you do succeed in marrying me, you will one day be King of Denmark." she continued, trying to ignore her worries and fears. "How ... how does that make you feel?"

He would be given a tutor, if he were to succeed, to instruct him in all matters of court and politics. As he wasn't born to it, like even the King himself as a second son, education and ettiquette would be strongly enforced. The Danish court was a far cry of the opulence of England's, but he would have nearly the same responsibilities as the King of England had. Could he handle it, if this wasn't his true intentions?
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Andrew Dudley
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Andrew blinked when she pushed him away, panic rose within him, but it never breached the surface; until he of course frowned. Too many people were pushing him away recently and he hoped she wasn’t either. He at least understood why she pushed him away. If he were to be the man to ask for her hand in marriage, then he would have to listen to her and not think about his… He blinked and looked at her, containing himself once more, at least for her.

He shook his head slowly, taking a step back from her and running a hand through his hair, before scratching the back of his head. “Well it was just a thought, Christina, I don’t want to cause more strife than I already have. Maybe you should be better off without me, but I don’t want you to hurt because of my child you carry.” Saying ‘my child’ felt utterly weird for the carefree Andy. He had always said that he wanted nothing to do with his bastards; he didn’t even want to know if he had any, but this time was different. He had gone and impregnated the Princess of Denmark, something that his brother would probably kill him for.

He paused at the mention of him becoming King, he almost laughed; well he chuckled. Andrew shook his head again, he hadn’t really thought about what he would become if he married Christina. Well he hadn’t even thought about marriage until she proposed it. “Me? A King! Now you don’t hear that everyday. Johnny wouldn’t believe it.” But then reality struck and he shook his head once more. “Me? A King? No, I don’t think anyone would believe it, or let me even. I am not qualified to be a King.” Now he really did start to panic and he took hold of her hand and leaned down to kiss it, looking up at her with that sulky puppy look. “I don’t want to lose you Christina…I’ll do anything to have you.”
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Christina of Denmark
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His concern for her, for losing her and his surprise at being King calmed Christina's fears. Part of her was still uncertain as all courtiers were grand masters in deceit at the English court, she had learned, and one never knew if what they were presented with was true or not. But Christina wanted to trust Andrew. She wanted to believe every word that fell from his lips. She loved him desperately, after all, and couldn't think of what kind of damage it would do to her if he was deceiving her. She didn't think she could trust anyone again.

"You will have to go to Caterina to request the ability to ask for my hand." she told him, firm and regal. "I will go to her first and let her know of the babe that will come. I will inform her that you know and wish to speak to her. Then, at her discretion, she can summon you. After that, you will have to write a letter to my aunt and ask her, formally, if you may have my hand in marriage. She has my wardship and has the authority to accept or decline offers of marriage."

Father will have to be asked next.

This thought put Christina on edge. Her father didn't see fit to have anything to do with her now, but he would have the ultimate say on her marriage. She was his heir and she knew, despite being unfeeling toward her, he wanted the very best for her. He wished for her to have a prince, a duke or even a king. He might have consented to marriage with the English King, had he not married the Italian Francesca de Medici. He might have even asked for it, as together they would have claims in England, Scotland, France, Denmark, Sweden and Norway. An influential and powerful match it would be, but had it even been on the table at the moment, Christina wouldn't have cared for it.

"Next you will have to write to my father." Christina hesitated. "But perhaps you should write first to Dyveke. She would -"

Dyveke would graciously help her with the union, she realized with a sudden glow, because she, as a commoner, may then be allowed to marry the man she had loved for so long. The Dutch nobility and gentry didn't want her to become their queen and felt Christian, her powerful father, was too soft on the commonfolk. She had heard from her aunt that there were plans to remove Dyveke. Poison, likely.

"She would help us." She seized Andrew's hands, jubliant. "I know she would. And her mother is my father's de facto advisor! She will help also. If my father hears that it could potentially open doors so that he can finally marry her he would be for us!"

Elation coursed through her and made her drop his hands in favor of his face. She kissed him tenderly, all her fears melting away. Dyveke and her mother would save them from this uncertainty and doubt they felt.
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Andrew Dudley
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Andrew was too overwhelmed, he felt as if Christina was talking in riddles. To Andrew at least, she was. He had second thoughts on what he had gotten himself into, but he would do it all, just so he could keep her. He would rather runaway with her, but to her that wasn’t an option. He could kidnap her, but that wouldn’t have gone down well either. So his only choice was to do as she said, well it wasn’t the only choice, he could simply walk away, but he didn’t want to do that, he wanted to keep her for himself.

He nodded and pulled her to him, as if trying to calm her down. “Alright Christina, alright, I’ll do my best.” When she moved in to kiss him, he gently slid his hands on either side of her face, kissing her back, deeper and hungrier than her own. He had no idea what he should do now, he didn’t want to talk of it any longer, and it pained him. He was just moving from one obstacle to the next.

All he wanted was her, but if he coaxed her into sleeping with him again, would that harm the baby? He didn’t know. He hoped that if they were forbidden to be together that they could have one more night together and cherish the memories that they had. He didn’t want to let her go, but he knew that one day he might have to, especially if no one would let them be together. He didn’t have to like it though.

With such thoughts running through his head, he kissed her neck, nuzzling it gently as he breathed in her scent. His hands itched to feel her hair loose in them again, while his body itched to be next to hers without the obstruction of clothing. He pressed her gently backwards into the hedge behind her, his warm breath on her ear. “I want you, Christina, I want all of you.”
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