At Last
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is a response to multiple requests. I got a request for a scenario in which someone attempts to harm Eleanor. This is also the response to two kiss prompts: “moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed” and “kisses that travel from the person’s face down to their neck”. This is set at some point in the future.
Pairing- Liam/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- With the traitor unmasked, Liam and Eleanor are finally free to be together.
Words- 951
The aftermath of Madeleine’s unmasking, and the truth of the plot against Liam and I, was chaos. Even more than the Coronation Ball had been. Though, at least this time, there were no armed guards dragging me out.
There were several security guards at my side though because there had been an attempt on my life, Liam’s worst fears having almost come to fruition. I could still feel the hands that had grabbed me, feel the knife against my skin, remember how scared I had been and how dire the situation had been before Drake had rescued me.
It turned out the plot had gone much deeper than Madeleine. Deeper than any of us had imagined, going back decades, and it would not be easily resolved. The room descended into madness once the identity of the conspirators was revealed, the nobles reacting in shock and the press clamoring for more details.
I watched as a few of the guards led Liam out of the room, away from the madness and the reporters and felt one of my guards move closer.
“This way, my lady,” he urged. I nodded, remembering the last time the guards escorted me out of the ballroom.
I was pretty sure this time, at least, I wouldn’t be forced to pack and leave the palace. “Some ball, huh?” I joked, though the guard didn’t crack a smile as he led me out of the ballroom and up the stairs to a small sitting room.
A minute later, the connecting door opened and Liam joined me. “Eleanor,” he said, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight.
“Liam,” I whispered, burying my face in his chest.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, running his hands over my back. He shuddered, “when I think how close I came to losing you tonight.”
“But you didn’t,” I reminded him, tilting my head up. “I’m here. We both are.”
“And we’re together,” he reminded me, “tomorrow I’ll issue a statement about the end of my engagement and my intention to marry you.”
“Don’t you think we should wait for a few days?” I asked cautiously, “Maybe let things die down a little bit?”
“No,” Liam told me adamantly, “I’ve waited too long to be with you. I should have been able to choose you the night of the Coronation, I refuse to wait a moment longer.” He paused. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
He let go of me and stepped back, looking at me with a grave expression. “After tonight, I wouldn’t blame you if you decided that you didn’t want this kind of life.”
I thought about it for a moment, about how scared I had been, about the flashbacks I’d had to my parents’ death. I thought about the fact that being Queen would mean a lifetime with that kind of threat hanging over me and could I handle it? Then I thought about the idea of a lifetime without Liam and I knew which scenario I could handle better.
I stepped closer and pressed my lips to Liam’s. “I choose you,” I whispered against his lips, “I want you.”
Apparently, it was all he needed to hear, because then he was kissing me desperately, his lips against mine. He led me out of the sitting room and into the connecting door towards his bedroom, our lips still connected.
We stumbled through the room, refusing to let go of each other, pausing only to tug desperately at each other’s clothing. We fell onto the bed, our lips still connected and our hands wandering all over each other’s bodies, caressing and exploring.
“I want you now,” I whispered impatiently, pulling him closer to me, “I don’t want to wait a moment longer.”
Liam groaned but immediately complied, shifting us so that he was hovering over me and then entering me in one strong thrust. We clung to each other, moving frantically against each other, desperate to be one. We kissed and caressed as our bodies move in time, our hips touching and our legs tangled together.
“I love you,” Liam groaned, peppering kisses all along my face and down my neck.
“I love you too,” I assured him, arching up into him.
He felt so good. And for the first time in months, since the night of the Coronation, the lingering guilt and uneasiness were gone. We were free to be together. He was mine and I was his and there was nothing stopping us from being together. It was an intoxicating thought and one that pushed me even closer to the edge.
“Liam!” I cried out as I hit my release, clinging to him desperately. He sped up his movements, moving in me at a frantic pace, and then a moment later, he shuddered in release.
Liam collapsed against me for a moment, pressing his lips to mine and then he rolled to his back. He immediately reached for me and settled me in the crook of his arm. “I love you,” he said again, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“I love you too,” I assured him, resting my hands on his bare chest.
Neither of us a spoke for a few moments, we just lay there, savoring the feel of one another. Eventually, I found myself drifting off to sleep.
As I closed my eyes, I thought about the fact that Liam would be there when I woke up. No more sneaking around or stolen moments, we were finally going to have a life together. It was a wonderful thought and I was smiling as I fell into sleep, dreaming of the future Liam and I would finally get a chance to build for ourselves.
- End
