To Capture a Captain's Heart (closed)

"I don't intend to lead this country again, ever, so I'd best keep you in check," Ulfric smiled down at her. At her invitation, he paused in thought, "Hm... I think I can do that." He offered her his arm and as they stepped into the hall, Christopher joined them and took Kayla's opposite arm. She was neatly between two giants, one who was simply very tall, and the other who matched up to the largest of the Ghis men.
 
The lunch was happy affair as they shared their second wedding details with Ulfric and Kayla couldn't help but looking adoringly at Christopher. That evening, after she had changed into a simpler gown, Kayla climbed to the top of the castle tower, over looking all that was her country. It was beautiful, she thought to herself as Christopher's arm snaked around her waist.

"Thank you for being there with me today." She said softly, looking up into her husband's gaze with a smile.
 
"What do you mean?" Christopher smiled, stepping behind her to wrap both arms around her waist and lay his head on her shoulder. "Aren't I here with you everyday? I'm just sorry I had to leave to take care of Sedgerickssen." He pressed a kiss to her cheek, adoring as ever.
 
"As much as I wish that we've seen the last of Sedgerickssen, I don't think we have." She said softly as he pressed a kiss to her cheek as sweetly as he always did. She lost herself in the moment, letting all the bad thoughts that she carried with her go away.

"I have a surprise for you." She whispered against his ear.
 
Christopher raised an eyebrow and he couldn't help a smile. "Mhm... an' what might that be?" His Irish lilt began to come back thanks to their being alone, as it usually did. He tried not to let it out too much in public, knowing English was already hard enough for the Norwegians to understand with just an English accent.
 
"I wrote Jessie back in Ireland and she is sending your horses here to Norway." She said softly, hoping that Christopher would be overjoyed to hear that his stable was being relocated. "I know how hard you worked on them and I thought that we could build you a new stable here in Norway."
 
Christopher laughed gladly, stepping out from behind her to kiss her with a warmth and merriment that only she could bring out of him. He loved his horses deeply, and hearing that he would have them again and not have to leave them behind was like being told he could still be his old self. It was a piece of Ireland that nothing else could replace. He swept Kayla up off her feet without breaking their kiss, but when they finally did, he set his forehead against hers with a handsome grin. "You beauty," he whispered. "Thank you so much, Kay."
 
Kayla let out a glad squeal as he swept her off her feet, twirling her around the tower like the carefree man that he has always been. She kissed him gladly, sighing as she saw the happiness shining in his eyes.

"It's the least I can do for my dear, sweet husband." She said softly, her fingers reaching up to cup his cheek. "The man that I love and cherish...ever since you danced with me in Ireland."
 
Christopher paused at her soft words, the smile on his face becoming gentle and calm. He set her on her feet and bowed before her. And just as he'd asked her then but without the nerves and shaking tone, he spoke, "Would milady honor me with a dance again?" He was so much more confident, so much more sure of his desires. Emotionally and mentally, he'd grown from the nervous young Captain facing an Invernessian beauty who held his heart, to a steadfast General before a Queen who was the very same in his eyes as she'd always been.
 
"I would love to , Captain." Kayla said with a smile, her hand slipping into his as they began to dance in the setting sun of Norway. "You always did look handsome in your uniform. I think I will command that you wear it more often."
 
"I'll wear it every day if you like," Christopher grinned and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. They spun slowly in circles, their sure steps telling of all the years they'd attended the formal functions of their countries and all the dancing they'd done either with those they cared for, or as part of formal etiquette in front of their respective monarchs. But Christopher had a passion when it came to dancing with Kayla. There were two things he loved in life: Kayla, and his horses. He put all the grace and softness he could into both, but Kayla received the most.
 
"You know...it would be a shame to waste such a lovely sunset on a simple dance." Kayla said softly, looking up at her husband with a shy grin. "And I was thinking...for our combined emblem, we should think about an oak tree. It was the first place that we made love as a married couple after all."
 
"That sounds perfectly lovely to me..." Christopher smiled, completely caught up in her beauty and love. "So, my dear Queen, shall I please you here, or in our chambers?" He became more bold each time they made love, and he wasn't sure how she did it to him, he just knew he liked it.
 
"Here." Kayla said softly, a healthy blush coating her cheeks as he looked down at her with that loving gaze that she adored so much. "Until the moon rises."
 
"Only?" He smirked, and decided he'd really take over this time and show her his dominant side. He drew her to the window where the desk lay and before he sat her on its edge, he unlaced and pulled her dress away with hardly more than one swift motion. He laid it aside on the chair and he had her undergarments off in seconds before he shed his own cloak, jacket, and shirt. He had pinned her thighs down to the desk so that she couldn't move, keeping her sitting up so he could kiss her one last time before he knelt and his tongue delved instantly between her folds without warning or any teasing. It was just sudden pleasure.
 
Kayla gasped loudly as he drew her to the window, pulling her clothes away in record time. She whimpered as he pressed her against the surface of the desk, kissing her until her head swam with dizzy pleasure. Then, just as fast as he had kissed her, he was kneeling before her, his tongue firmly planted between her wet and waiting folds.

"Chris!" She gasped, her thighs stiffening as she raked her fingers through his thick hair. "Oh...yes..."
 
His arms slipped beneath her legs, locking her in place so that no squirming could get in his way. His clear and focused eyes flicked up to register her expression only a moment before his tongue pressed inward, passing her little bud without touching just yet, and sinking into her entrance. His motions were sure and strong, and though it was not so long ago that he'd learned this through experimentation, he was already on his way to mastering Kayla's body.
 
She was trapped in place, open for their mutual pleasure. Kayla let out a moan, her breasts heaving as he teased her with his tongue. She trembled, her fingers tightening in his hair as she felt a rush of wetness greeting her husband in his quest to please her.
 
At that rush, Christopher knew it was the perfect time. He lifted his head and unbuttoned his trousers. He pulled her closer and, letting her lean forward against him, he lifted her hips just enough to allow him to sink his shaft between her thighs. He'd lifted her off the desk and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist as he held her up. His powerful thighs allowed him to make smooth, deep strokes into her body even as he stood with her nestled so tightly against him. He kissed her like his life depended on it, showing her not only his strength and passion, but also his deep, unyielding love.
 
Kayla clung to Christopher tightly, her lips caressing along his throat as he made love to her with powerful strokes. When he kissed her again, she moaned against his lips, her head spinning yet again as her handsome Captain showed her just how much he loved her.
 
Muscles rippling powerfully, Christopher groaned darkly, shifting Kayla against him until he unknowingly found that elusive space within her belly that sent lightning up her spine. He felt the change in her body and picked up the pace as much as he could, giving her all his strength.
 
"Chris!" Kayla gasped as he moved her slightly and suddenly he was sawing himself against that spot in her body that would fling her into the abyss.

She clenched herself around him tightly, whimpering against his ear as she finally came with another loud moan. She leaned in and bit his shoulder, her teeth clenching against his flesh as she sought to stifle the sounds that wanted to come free.
 
With a deep moan that rumbled out from deep in his chest, Christopher's hold on her tightened and his seed filled her belly like a tidal wave. His strength failed him, but he gently set her back down on the edge of the desk. He held her tightly with his chest heaving from exertion. The moment he began to catch his breath, he kissed her with all he had. When their lips parted, he chuckled softly and he let his forehead rest against hers.
 
Kayla still trembled even after their lips parted and Christopher pressed his forehead against her own. She held him tightly, happy tears coming to her eyes and dripping down her cheeks.
 
"What're the tears for, love?" He asked softly when he met her eyes. He lifted a hand, brushing the tears away lightly. "I didn't know I was that bad," he chuckled. He wrapped his arms back around her with a soft sigh.
 
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