***Just a short little heart warmer***
Charles
wrapped his thick Barbour jacket tighter around his body, it was really
freezing cold outside, and made it hard to believe it was almost May. But
actually, he had his personal sunshine with him, happily and lively chatting
along about one of her recent engagements when she had met an elderly lady who
made wool out of her dog’s hair. She had stopped half a second ago though, and
pointed at the dark sky. “Darling, what do you think, are these hail clouds?”
“Could be,”
Charles shrugged his shoulders. “If so we should try to get back home soon.
Because,” he wrapped his left arm strongly around his wife, “I don’t want my
darling little wife to get hail on her lovely head,” he buried his face in her
hair for a moment.
“Fool,”
Camilla giggled, but wrapped her arm around him as well to feel her husband
close.
“Now, how
did the whole thing go on?” Charles asked and animated Camilla began to talk
again.
They had
almost reached Dumfries House when a cheeky rain drop landed right on Charles’
tip of the nose. “I suppose it’s a rain cloud, not a hail cloud,” he remarked
dryly when the next drop landed on his head.
And
suddenly, the sky opened up with a rolling thunder and rain started to pour
down heavily. Camilla squealed and pulled Charles’ hand. “We ought to run the
last meters!” she declared, already wet from head to toe due to the pouring
rain.
Charles
could hardly keep up with her as she almost sprinted and after a minute reached
the saving back door of the house. Panting like an old train Charles caught up with
her and let fall against her wet body, trying to catch for breath. “Don’t
ever…,” he panted, “don’t ever… try to… cause me… to believe you… are… old,” he
finally brought out, causing Camilla, who panted almost as much as Charles, to
giggle again. “You’re as deft as a fawn, really.”
“That’s
what having seven grandchildren and a hopeless husband does to you, darling,”
Camilla chuckled and ducked before Charles could give her a loving punch on the
arm. “We should get rid of our drenched clothes and have a hot bath though,
darling,” she stated and Charles thought it was a brilliant idea.
Up in the
bathroom Camilla started to undress herself after she’d opened the tap of the
bathtub. She had left it to Charles to decide which bath essence to put into
the steaming water, but as most of the time, he couldn’t take his eyes off of
his wife undressing herself, even now as he was totally drenched from head to
toe. Camilla just rolled her eyes when she found her husband staring at her
with a big, satisfied smile on his face. “There’s nothing new for you,” she
stated, tilted her head and grinned.
“Hmmm,”
Charles retorted, “but I’ll never have enough of that sight.”
“Charmer,”
Camilla giggled, tossing her wet bra away. “Now, will you finally get out of
your clothes or do I have the bath tub on my own?” Cheekily she poked her index
finger into his ribs. “Don’t think I’ll care for you if you get ill
afterwards,” she poked her tongue out to him.
“You,
darling, are a rascal.”
Camilla
laughed, but started to unbutton her husband’s shirt and moved down to
unbuckled his belt and open the button and zip of his trousers.
“But I love
you anyway,” he breathed against her neck, placing a soft kiss on her
collarbone.
“Lucky me,”
Camilla replied with a shiver, tossing Charles’ shirt and undershirt away.
Somehow she
managed to undress him completely and pushed him into the bath tub after she’d
added some lavender scent. She scrambled into the bath tub as well, attempting
to sit down opposite to her husband, but he made it clear that he wanted her to
come into his arms. The hot water and the relaxing scent were a relieve and it
did good to feel the others skin. Slowly they warmed again and Charles wrapped
his arms around his wife from behind, fondling her breasts subconsciously and
kissing her neck with softness. “Darling?”
“Hm?”
“Do you
really think I’m hopeless?”
“Hmmm,
yes,” Camilla replied and rested her head on his strong shoulder.
“Oh.”
“Hopelessly
wonderful, hopelessly romantic, hopele-”
“Hopelessly
in love with you.”
Camilla
kissed his cheek. “I love you, my prince, my darling, favourite little prince.”
She kissed him again, this time on the lips.
“Loving you
is my greatest truth and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known,” Charles
whispered and kissed her back, pushing her closer against his body. She was
warm and soft and every inch of her skin electrified him.
“Oh,” was
all that Camilla was able to utter. Once again, Charles had knocked her off
with his words alone.
20 minutes
later the couple sat in front of the fire place in one of the many drawing
rooms of Dumfries House. Wrapped in tartan bathrobes they cuddled up on the
sofa, a hot cup of tea for both of them on the coffee table. Camilla’s head
rested on Charles’ stomach and lost in thoughts Charles stared at the fire, his
fingers tousling his wife’s hair. How lucky and blessed he was to have her, a
true companion, a true friend, a true lover. Somehow he’s always known that she
was right for him, from the very first second on. It was a curious thing.
“What are
you thinking about, darling?” Camilla asked quietly and squeezed his hand.
“I’ll never forget the way you looked walking towards
me at Lucia’s flat,” Charles replied lost in thoughts. “When I saw you
entering the room it was as if my heart started beating again, for the first
time maybe. You lit up the room, bright in an ocean of black and white. And I
thought my life had been nothing but a dark, endless night, and then you came
out like a rainbow and filled my black soul with colour. I never thought that I’d have a woman like you in my life.”
“I love you, Charles.” Camilla looked up at him. “So, so much,” a light
smile played around her lips. “Though I never expected to fall in love with a
Prince,” she giggled teasingly. “But I’m glad I did,” she added quickly.
“Well, I hope so,” Charles chuckled and bit into her nose softly.
Camilla moved to straighten up and sat down on Charles’ lap. “Of course,
my darling, of course. Always and always.” She kissed him, mind-blowing, and
wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Good,” Charles whispered,
holding her close. “Very, very good.”