6th May 2016, London
Charles had made a habit out of keeping up to date with his wife’s
engagements while he was at home working in his office. Usually he enjoyed
seeing her happy, bubbly face, animated chatting along with all sorts of
people, but today he felt a bit different. He knew it was ridiculous, but he
always felt at least a tiny bit of jealousy in the pit of his stomach when he
saw his wife having a little flirt, especially when it was someone young and
attractive. His wife was attractive, more than that, Charles smiled in spite of
himself, she was sexy, and it was just natural that other men fell for her. Or
at least liked to flirt with her. And she’d teased him with it the morning
already. ‘I’m going to meet the Night manager now,’ she’d giggled before she’d
left him with a soft kiss. Anyway, he sighed, and tried to concentrate on his
papers again, he knew she was only his, forever and always. What a silly husband you have, darling, he thought as he
looked at Camilla’s pictures right in front of him on his desk, beaming at him
with all her love.
With a happy smile on her face Camilla kissed first Tom Hiddleston and
then Chris Evans on both cheeks to say goodbye. She had more than enjoyed
spending her morning working with them. But she was happy to head back home to
her husband now, to wrap her arms around his neck and give him a kiss, relaxing
him a little from all the papers on his desk. Luckily, it wouldn’t take long to
be back at Clarence House.
Quickly Camilla slipped out of her court shoes and out of her ‘working
clothes’ into a mint green summer’s dress- it had gotten warm the last days.
With light steps she rushed to her husband’s office, her beautiful dress
fluttering around her beautiful curves. She gave a soft knock and peered
through the door then, not waiting for an answer. Of course Charles was sunken
into one of his papers. Standing in the door Camilla cleared her throat, and
finally Charles noticed there was someone there.
“Oh,” he uttered, his eyes lighting up, “back from your young new
friends?”
Camilla grinned, she knew Charles had already seen the pictures of Tom
wrapping his arm around her, she just had to look at him to know it. Slowly she
walked into the room, over to her husband’s desk. “Hmmmm, back to my very old
husband,” she stated serious.
Charles groaned. “Thank you very much.”
Camilla giggled again, placed her hands on his shoulders and tilted her
head. “Do you think there might be a place for me on your lap?”
“Hmmm,” Charles rolled back with his chair and patted on his lap, “come
here.”
“Hello darling,” Camilla breathed softly after she’d sat down on
Charles’ lap and placed her arm around his neck.
“’Sunday nights aren’t the same without you.’? Really?” Was all that
came over Charles’ lips rather reproachful. But Camilla just kissed his cheeks.
“I remember a time when Sunday nights weren’t the same without me!,”
Charles pouted.
Camilla pulled a face. “Now you’re silly, darling.” Usually, it was cute
when Charles was a little jealous, but now he acted stupid. “I seriously hope
you don’t wish back to that time…”
It took a second until Charles realized what he’d actually said. “I… no…
sorry, darling… sorry.”
Camilla smiled again. “You see, Sunday nights still aren’t the same
without you, every night when we’re apart isn’t the same. You know I miss you
when you’re not with me.” She kissed his lips tenderly. “Silly, silly husband.”
“You have a very silly husband, you’re right, darling,” Charles mumbled
before he sunk down into her kiss. When he pulled away from her, he took a moment
to look at her closely. “But he shouldn’t have held you so tight…”
Camilla chuckled. “No one could ever hold me as tight as you…”
X
Charles scuffled up the stairs. The meeting with several people from The
Prince’s Trust had been exhausting today, there were lots of things to be
discussed and he hadn’t liked all the things they had proposed him. Well, at
least he’d have a nice evening with his wife, Charles smiled. Maybe they could
listen to an opera and have a glass of red wine or some more with some candles
lightening the room. Actually, there still were papers on his desk, but he
could recall that he had promised her not to work tonight some weeks ago
already, and she had reminded him in the afternoon again- though he couldn’t
quite recall why exactly, and he had forgotten to ask. But he knew there was
something today. Anyway, he’d slip into something more comfortable first. He
hadn’t seen much of his wife today, just for breakfast and when she’d gotten
home from her engagement… They really ought to go out on a ‘date’ again anytime
soon. Maybe he could look through some theatre program tomorrow morning and
surprise her. Yes, she would like that, Charles grinned, but was harshly ripped
out of his thoughts when a small blonde head crossed his way with a yell and a
second later the next blonde head followed, looking exactly the same.
“That is my car! Yours is red!”
Charles was confused for a second and scratched his head, but then two
arms flung around his hips. “Hi grandpapa!”
Charles was still confused, but now he smiled. “Good evening, princess.”
Carefully he tousled through Eliza’s hair. “What are you doing here, poppet?”
He furrowed his brows.
“Having a sleepover!”
“Hmmm?” In the same moment Camilla turned around the corner. “Darling,
what…?”
“Mummy and Daddy did marry 10 years ago and now they’re having a very
expensive dinner,” Eliza bubbled, still embracing her grandfather, “just like
Gaga and you always have.”
“Oh,” Charles uttered and Camilla only laughed.
From the end of the corridor the twins appeared again, Gus hiding behind
his grandmother. “Quiet now,” Camilla scolded the twins with a smile and to her
very surprise they really were. Charles was way more interesting than their toy
car. “Will you slip into something more comfortable and have dinner with us,
darling?” Camilla asked after the twins had cuddled with Charles.
“Of course,” Charles breathed and placed a swift kiss on his wife’s
lips.
Ten minutes later Charles, Camilla and three of their grandchildren sat
at the table, enjoying their dinner. Giggles and babblings filled the room as
the children talked about their experiences.
“So, what are we going to do after dinner?” Charles asked after dinner,
becoming finally aware that a quiet evening with candles, red wine and opera
music clearly wasn’t on tonight.
“Gaga promised us to watch a film,” Louis stated excited, wiggling on
his chair.
“Can we go to the living room now, please?” The children looked at their
grandparents with begging puppy eyes.
“Now, what do you want to watch?” Charles asked eagerly.
“I was thinking of Shaun the Sheep, hm?” Camilla suggested, but
the children only moaned and rolled their eyes. Their grandmother loved the
film, they had watched it countless times already.
“Can we watch Harry Potter? Please, please, please!” Louis hopped up and
down on the priceless sofa.
“We’d have to watch part one,” Camilla said, “or otherwise your
grandfather won’t understand a thing,” now she chuckled.
“Didn’t you meet Professor McGonnagal two days ago?” Eliza inquired.
“Who?” Charles flopped down on the sofa, feeling a little helpless.
“Maggie, darling,” Camilla grinned.
“Smith? Oh… yes. I suppose I did.”
“And Gaga got a hug from Tom Hiddleston today! I’ve seen it on TV! He is
awesome! I really love him.” Eliza’s eyes glittered. “Have you seen that too,
grandpa?”
Charles just grunted in response, much to Camilla’s amusement. “Now,
everyone in for Harry Potter part 1?”
Everyone agreed, and so Camilla turned on the TV and put the DVD into
the player. Eliza wanted to sit next to Charles, and so she cuddled up to his
left while Camilla snuggled up to his right side and the twins cosied up to
her. The children sat spellbound while Charles was busier with placing small
understated kisses on his wife’s hair. But Eliza, though she had seen the film
before, was glad her grandfather was there to protect her as the darker scenes
appeared on the screen.
Anytime later, when the film had ended, the grandparents finally had
convinced the children to go to bed. “Gaga?” Eliza asked, almost asleep.
“Yes, dear?” Camilla asked softly, Charles by her side.
“Can you show me your new green necklace and earrings tomorrow?”
“I will, darling. But now sleep. Night, night.” She kissed Eliza gently.
“Night,” she breathed, but reached out her hand to her grandfather, “A
good-night-kiss, grandpa,” she begged, and Charles bent down to kiss her
goodnight too.
Eliza had her own guestroom for the night while the twins slept together
in one. Laura and Harry would come to Clarence House sometime tonight after
their romantic dinner, and leave with the children in the morning after
breakfast.
“That went rather well, didn’t it?” Charles asked after he’d closed the
door as quiet as possible, taking his wife’s hand.
“Hmm, yes,” she smiled, kissing his cheek. “So, are we going to bed
too?”
Charles nodded, maybe they could cuddle up a little before actually
going to sleep. Up in the bathroom they were getting ready for bed. They both
got rid of their clothes, and while Charles slipped into his satin pyjama,
Camilla still rumbled around in her commode for her nightie. She’d bought a new
one when she’d been on a small shopping trip with Annabel recently, and was
sure her husband was going to enjoy it. Finally she found it, pulled it out and
wanted to slip into it, but Charles, standing in the door uttered a slightly
disappointed “Oh… I thought you wouldn’t wear anything tonight. I wouldn’t
mind, you know,” he grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He walked over to
his naked wife and placed a soft kiss on her collar. She breathed through her
nose, and Charles placed another kiss on her, further down, until he reached
her breasts, her areola and nipples. He could hear her breathe getting heavier.
“Charles…,” she whispered, “no…,” but he simply kissed her nipple
softly. “Not when the children are sleeping next door…,” Camilla managed to
utter.
“No chance?” he began to suck her nipple covetous.
“No chance,” she replied, “but we’ve got all the time in the world
tomorrow,” she grinned, pushed her husband away from her and slipped into her
new nightie, it was a little transparent and the top was covered in lace. “And,
do you like it?” she asked, her hard nipples perking though the cloths.
“Hmm, lots, but I love you even more without it,” Charles grinned and
pushed his wife closer again for a next kiss.
Finally, they flopped down on the bed, still kissing. But Camilla pulled
herself together. She really didn’t want to let go when her grandchildren were
next door. Instead, she poked Charles into the ribs. “You weren’t a little
jealous when Eliza said she loved Tom Hiddleston, were you?”
“Jealous? Who? Me?” Charles raised an eyebrow. “I’m never jealous. Not
when it comes to a young actor…”
“Nooo, darling,” Camilla giggled, “you’re never jealous.”
Charles rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe I am. When it comes to you.
Because you are my precious,” Charles turned her on her back and fixed her
between his legs and arms, “and I won’t ever allow someone to snatch you from
me.”
“Don’t think someone could snatch me so easily…,” Camilla chuckled,
wrapping her arms around her husband’s back.
“Hmmm, Colin Firth on Wednesday, Tom Hiddleston today… who knows who
comes next…”
“Hey,” she hit him gently, “my favourite actor and prince is in my arms
right now. And by the way, just to remind you… you’ve got Emma. And Barbra
Streisand.” Camilla tried to stay serious, but now she heavily giggled.
Charles poked his tongue out to her. “How lucky you are that you’re the
only one I ever wanted.”
“Hmmm,” Camilla pulled him down to kiss him, “very, very lucky…”
“Love you, darling,” Charles purred.
“Love you too, darling,” Camilla purred back before they sunk down into
the next kiss…