This story is a spin off of my original story/series (Love Comes Second). It is not in the same genre of stories, but they are related so there may be some places/scenes where the genres overlap. This series will be from the perspectives of the two servants, Luke and Mary.
I recommend that you read my first chapter before this one.
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Chapter II
Luke
I'm standing a few feet from where Prince Douglas and Princess Jade are getting married, but I can't stop stealing glances at the woman across from me.
Mary is in a beautiful lavender dress that fits her curves snuggly. Each glance I take I have a small flashback from the past couple weeks.
Two weeks ago...
I have the biggest crush on Mary. Ever since I saw her, the first day she arrived, I've been almost obsessed.
I decide I'm going to talk to her while the prince and princess are on their evening horseback ride (which seems to have become a good premarital bonding exercise).
Once I see the couple walk towards the stables, I finish up the task Douglas has asked me to do. A few minutes later, I set out to find Mary. I know she likes to go to the garden and admire the scenery. I walk to the garden and find her in a little clearing, looking at the flowers lining the pathway. I look around and see that no one is in the garden besides us two.
"Um, hi," I say sheepishly. I had so much confidence before I chose to actually speak.
She turns around and smiles when she sees me, "I thought you'd never come talk to me. I see you staring at me a lot, you know," she giggles.
"Oh, uh... really?" I laugh nervously. I close the gap between us and smile down at her.
"Yes, really."
"Well, I decided that it was about time I came to say hello. Plus, I've been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you," I lean forward before I can talk myself out of it and place a gentle kiss on her beautiful lips. I can feel my heart beating faster than it ever has before. After a few seconds, I pull away. I look at her sweet face to find her cheeks are bright red.
"Well, I'm very glad you did that. Could I maybe ask for another one?" she asks flirtatiously, if not nervously. This is going a lot better than I thought it would.
"You most definitely can," I smile, then lean in once more to kiss her. She kisses me back this time, leaning into the kiss. I reach my hand up to place on her cheek, cupping her face to deepen the kiss slightly.
She pulls away after a minute or two and sighs.
"I'm not going to lie, I've been wanting to kiss you since I met you too."
"Is that so? Then why didn't you?" I ask.
"Because I wanted you to do it first," she laughs lightly. I laugh with her and step away.
"I think we both should get baths ready for our highnesses for when they get back from their ride. I'll see you later, lovely," I say, leaning down to kiss her hand. She giggles as I walk away.
A few days later, two days before the wedding, I catch her alone again, this time in the stables late at night.
"A lady like you shouldn't be here all alone at night," I say, sneaking up behind her.
She jumps at the sound of my voice and I laugh softly.
"Hey! Don't scare me like that!" she giggles.
"It was just too easy," I laugh with her.
"What are you doing here so late at night?" she asks.
"I could ask you the same thing," I reply.
"I come here sometimes to brush the horses, I've been doing it for years. Now tell me why you're here," I reply.
"I was just doing the same thing. I used to do it a lot back home... well I guess this is home now, but you know what I mean."
"Well, since we're here, all alone... how about another kiss?"
She simply smiles and nods. I take the chance to touch her again and lean forward to place a gentle and respectful kiss on her lips. She breathes deeply and takes a step closer to me, pressing our bodies against each other.
I raise my hand to her cheek and pull her into a deeper kiss, letting my tongue pry her lips open. She moans very softly and kisses me back. My kisses slowly become more and more urgent, and I know I have to have her.
I guide her over to a wall and press her against it, our lips never parting from each other. I push my body against hers harder, feeling myself getting more excited just from the kiss.
I let my hand wander down from her cheek to her shoulder, then slowly to her breast. My hand massages it gently, eliciting another small moan from Mary.
"Luke... we shouldn't, not here."
"Then let's say we go somewhere else? Maybe your room?" I ask, eager to feel more of her body.
"I've never even kissed anyone until you kissed me a few days ago... I don't know if I want to lose my virginity so soon," she says. I feel my heart sink.
"That's okay with me, we can still do other things. I can make you feel good without having to take your virginity," I say, hoping she'll let me.
"Alright, but only if you promise not to try to persuade me to have sex," she replies.
"Mary, I promise," I smile, then grab her hand to walk with her to her room.
Once we're inside and the door is shut and locked, I push her up against it. She gasps in surprise. I let my hand wander around her upper body again, massaging and kneading her breasts.
"Mmm, Luke. I like that," she whispers.
"I can tell," I smile against her lips.
I lift her up by her waist and carry her to her bed, setting her down softly. She instinctively lays down and I lay down on top of her. She looks up at me, and I kiss her lips passionately.
My hips grind against hers without me thinking about it. I reach my hand around her to undo her dress and she sits up to help me take it off.
I'm so glad she doesn't wear those big poofy dresses royalty wear. Her dress is much nicer than that of a normal servant girl, but still easy to get on and off.
Once her dress and undergarments are off, I sit back and stare at her body. She tries to cover herself but I grab her hands and pull them away.
"Let me look at you. You're so beautiful, Mary. Please don't ever be ashamed of your body," I say softly. I don't want her covering herself in front of me.
Sitting between her legs, I reach my left hand out and I trace my fingers across her collarbone, then slowly down to her left breast. She inhales sharply when my index finger grazes across her nipple, making me grin.
I move my fingers from her left to her right breast, tracing her areola. I pinch her nipple lightly, causing her to arch her back a little.
