Jacob Thomas (plantationvamp) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2011-09-25 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 09.05.11, elizabeth, elizabeth and jacob, jacob |
Rendevous with the Queen
Who: Jacob and Elizabeth
What: A loyal subject taking care of his queen of course
When: Monday Late Evening
Where: Elizabeth’s mansion
Warnings: NSFW
Josslyn had been summoned to come to the mansion by the time darkness fell. It seemed that Elizabeth missed his company and his advice, so Josslyn and himself were to be staying in his suite in the palace. His suite consisted of a few rooms, one of which would now be Josslyn’s so it wasn’t much different from being back at the plantation house. Josslyn could come and go as she pleased and now that she was learning as well as she was and was able to control her urge to feed, Jacob didn’t worry about her nearly as much as he had in the beginning. He still worried though.
For now, however, the girl was taken care of and there was no need to fuss and fret over her twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Besides, he wanted to call on his queen. So Jacob went to Elizabeth’s office, rapping lightly on the door and awaiting her voice to allow him in. When she did, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Good evening, my lady.” he murmured, giving her a little bow before letting his eyes run over her body and up to her face. “How are you tonight?”
A Queen’s work was never done. Elizabeth was spending the later part of the evening doing paperwork. She was meticulous about her records and while her personal assistant was an amazing woman, there were some things she preferred to do herself. Of course, she was writing up her own personal notes on members of her court, currently on River and Felix. She found it interesting that her undertaker had sought out the young witch. It was reported to her they had also been quite flirtatious. Elizabeth was not opposed to flirtation and she believed the infatuation would do good for River to come out of her shell.
She was just finishing up when she heard a knock on the door. She knew it was Jacob and smiled as she granted permission for him to enter. Not to seem too eager, she finished up her notes as he entered. “Good evening.” she said, blowing gently on the paper to dry the ink so she could file it away. “Just finishing up some work. It has been a slow evening.” The ink set and she slipped the paper into a file folder before locking it away in her desk. “Shall I send for tea?”
Jacob watched her as she put the paper away and commented about sending for tea. “Surely.” he said with a nod. “I do plan on being in your company for a decent amount of time if you’re willing to allow it.” he told her with a little smile spreading over his lips. Elizabeth never seemed to eager, a trait that Jacob had long since learned about her in the years they’d been with one another. She was still set in her old ways of times gone by and that, perhaps, was one of the many things that he loved about the woman.
She smiled and pressed a button on her phone. In the time it took Elizabeth to rise and walk to the small couch and sit, a servant came through a door with tea, serving it silently before slipping out with a curtsy. She liked her more lowly servants to be like ghosts, much like they had been in centuries past. “Please, join me.” she said by way of invitation, making up his tea how he liked it. “What are your views on the witch?”
He nodded and moved towards her, settling beside her on the small couch and listening to her question. “I think she’s a smidgen sheltered to say the least.” he told her. “Poor girl’s been locked away like a rat in a cage for her entire life and it’s a miracle she’s not completely out of her head.” he said to the queen. “But aside from being a case of Repunzel in the tower, I think that she has potential. What about you, your majesty?”
Elizabeth made her own tea, carefull mixing the perfect amount of milk and sugar before raising it to her lips. “I think I need to have a chat with the Stark family.” she said then sipped her tea. “I do not wish to have to fix my witches before having them work.” She was annoyed by the treatment of River. “Perhaps I will just have the next witch reared here from birth.” Elizabeth was a woman who liked control. She had absolute power over her domain and if something displeased her, she simply changed it.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you did choose to have your next witch raised here. At least you could train them in the ways that you’d like and not subject them to being locked up like an animal.” It made Jacob sick to think of what that child had been subjected to already in her young life. He was ever the sort to feel sorry for a young woman who’d been through such things. River’s case was nearly as bad as Josslyn’s and if anything, Jacob felt sorry for her. He took the tea she’d made up for him and lifted his cup, taking a sip of it. She always did make it just exactly the way he liked it. He figured that was from years of experience with one another, but still it amused him each and every time he took that first sip.
“Precisely.” she said, setting down her teacup. Elizabeth was happy he had returned to the palace. She had grown accustomed to have him around and the days he was at his plantation with Josslyn, she missed him. There was also a touch of jealousy. She knew Jacob was much too honorable to lust having the young and broken vampire, but it bothered her another woman took up so much of his time. Elizabeth disliked change in her old age. “I hear Josslyn is settling into life well. She’s a quick study.”
“She’s doing remarkably well.” he said with a nod as he sat his teacup down as well and turned a bit at the waist to better look over his queen. “She’s adjusting and still constantly apologizing as if I’m going to beat her or unfasten my belt and threaten her, but she’s doing better now than she was when she first arrived.” he explained. “I think she’ll be able to put her past behind her and make use of her new life. Being turned was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to the poor girl.”
“I know you’ll look after her well.” she said with a nod. Jacob was her most trusted advisor and her favorite companion. She reached over and gently rested her hand on his. “I must admit, I much prefer you here at the palace. If you like, I can arrange for Josslyn to have her own suite if you prefer more privacy.” She doubted he would allow Josslyn to have her own room as it was improper for a girl her age to be without a chaperone.
“While I like my privacy, I think that she’ll be fine in one of the rooms in my suite.” he assured the queen. “Though I do appreciate the offer. Perhaps eventually when she’s grown more accustomed to being on her own. The girl thinks I’m just going to up and disappear so at the moment she’s doing all that she can to ‘keep me happy’ I believe.” he sighed. He did hope that she eventually discovered that he wasn’t the sort of man to put her through things like those that she’d been through in the past.
“It will take some time. Try not to fret too much.” She leaned back in a more relaxed state on the couch, her eyes trailing over him. “She’ll be safe here at the palace. You need not worry for her here.” She was hoping to draw his attention from his thoughts of Josslyn and more on thoughts of her, though of course she did so in a very subtle manner.
He knew he didn’t have to worry about Josslyn while he was at the palace. There were multiple people to watch over the young vampire and he did let some of his own worry slip away as he watched her relax against the couch. “You’re right, Elizabeth, darling.” he murmured. “I’m sure she’ll be just fine. Most likely she’s out exploring the palace.”
Her eyes lit up as he called her darling. She knew when he used her first name and terms of endearment that he was not viewing her as his queen, but as his lover. “And this palace is the safest place in the city.” she reminded him.
He smiled at her and nodded a little. “Yes.” he agreed. “Which means I’m worry free so long as she’s here.” Which also meant that he was free to let his mind wander towards other things. Or, in this case, towards his queen. Reaching out, he let his fingers slide across Elizabeth’s cheek. “Perhaps I can spend my time occupying my favorite beautiful lady.” he murmured.
A smile curled on Elizabeth’s lips as his fingers graced her cheek. “I do like being occupied.” she said, her eyes dancing. “As it is, I have no plans for the remainder of the evening. I would appreciate if you would keep me entertained.”
That smile got him every time. The woman barely ever smiled unless they were alone and he liked to pretend that the smile was meant for him and only him. “I would love to try.” he told her, a little grin slipping over his own lips as he leaned in closer to the woman, his lips finding her jawline and lightly brushing over it and back to her neck. “How am I doing so far?” he whispered.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, a pleased smile on her face as his lips pressed against her skin. She leaned her head to give him better access to her neck, her hand sliding up his arm as she shivered. “You are doing an exceptional job.” she murmured, her fingers brushing over his neck.
He smiled against her neck, his hand coming up to gently brush over her cheek and back into her hair. “I do hope that I continue to improve before the evening is over.” he whispered. Sliding his lips upwards, he gently nipped at her earlobe, giving it the softest tug. When he released it again, he smiled at her. “Shall we continue this in the bedroom?” he murmured.
The queen chuckled, looking up at him with lust drunk eyes. “The bedroom sounds lovely.” she murmured softly. She slipped off of the couch and began moving slowly in that direction, slipping off her outer robe, letting it fall to the ground, looking back at Jacob seductively.
Elizabeth always looked so stern when she was out and about handling business, but Jacob’s favorite look was the one she was giving him now. He smiled at her and got up from the sofa and made his way after her. Once they were in her bedroom, he closed the door behind him and went about removing his shoes and the socks beneath them. Looking up at his queen again, he let his eyes roam over her body.
She walked to the bed, turning and sitting on the end of it. She had suspected he would be coming this night and wore no undergarments beneath her thin nightdress. “My darling Jacob, I have missed you these days past.” she said softly, holding her hand out to him.
He made his way towards his lover, eyes holding a twinkling lust within them as he reached out to take her hand. “And I you.” he murmured, leaning in as he bent enough to steal a gentle kiss from her mouth. “I suppose that time apart makes the heart grow fonder, but I grow fonder of you no matter how close you are.” he breathed.
Elizabeth gently drew him to her, kissing him once more, her fingers brushing his cheek softly. while as a Queen, she could not be herself in public, with Jacob, she was not the Queen of Toronto, just Elizabeth, his lover. “It is such fondness that I hold dear.” she murmured against his lips.
He liked that she could be so different behind her closed bedroom door. He liked that she trusted him enough to let her hair down and allow her true self to emerge. His hands moved to the buttons on his shirt as he settled beside her on the bed, still not willing to break the kiss. He skillfully unfastened each button until he could untuck the shirt and slowly pull it off. There was no need to keep the damn thing on. Not tonight.
Her hands drew over his chest as he removed his shirt. Of all the lovers Elizabeth had had over the centuries, Jacob was by far her favorite. He was from a time where men were gentleman but also knew how to please a woman. And Jacob pleased her in all things.
Jacob had learned many things over the years and certainly had added to his repertoire of pleasurable talents in his time with Elizabeth. He could read her nearly like a book by that time and he took more pleasure in her pleasure than in his own. His chest pressed in against her fingers as they brushed over his skin, a soft noise of appreciation escaping against her mouth.
She ever so gently nipped his lip, drawing him completely onto the bed and above her. Her hands wandered downward. With deft fingers she unclasped his pants and skid them down over his hips. “You are not allowed to leave me for so long again.” she said before biting his neck, moaning at the taste of his blood.
“Never.” he whispered as his own fingers found the hemline of the nightgown that she now wore. Slowly he allowed the material to slide up her thighs until it pooled around her hips, already maneuvering himself between her thighs. The party had just begun, however, no matter how much he’d missed her. There were matters at hand now that needed to be matters at his mouth. So Jacob kissed Elizabeth once more and then allowed his body to slide downwards, pushing the fabric of her nightgown up a bit more so he could see her stomach. Soft kisses were pressed along her fair skin as he trailed his way downwards. His dark eyes were on her face with each and ever press of his lips.
Elizabeth laid back on the bed, her eyes watching Jacob as he trailed downward. She knew what he had in mind and it was something she greatly enjoyed. In her time, men took their pleasure and cared little for their women. She enjoyed how attentive Jacob was to her pleasure.
Jacob found he got plenty of pleasure in the form of Elizabeth’s cries of approval, contortion of her pretty face in pleasure and of course his name on her lips. She was his queen, after all, she deserved to find her end multiple times before he dared to seek out his own. His hands gently parted her thighs, guiding her legs open enough that he could comfortably settle between them. His thumbs parted her folds and he leaned in, letting his tongue trail slowly upwards along her most sensitive spots.
He had had much experience finding the most sensitive spots on her body and Elizabeth rewarded his knowledge with soft moans of pleasure. Her eyes shone with delight as his tongue licked along her sex, pleasure flowing through her. “Mmm, Jacob...” she moaned, licking her lips.
He would have smirked but there was no need, all of his feelings clearly shown in his eyes and Elizabeth knew him well enough that they practically had a telepathic connection of sorts. He moved his mouth to her inner thigh, gently pressing his lips against her skin as the fingers of one hand moved to her clit. His index and middle fingers caught her clit between them and he slowly began to effectively jerk off that tiny little nub of nerves. Women were complex instruments, but if you played them the right way, they could make the most beautiful music.
Her back arched as his fingers found her clitoris and she let out a cry as shocks of pleasure ran up her spine. Jacob did know how to play her just right. There were times Elizabeth would cancel everything for a weekend and keep Jacob to herself. He had plenty of time to explore her. And she him.
He knew her body inside and out and those sounds that she made were enough payment in and of themselves. He kissed her inner thigh again once before shifting a little and moving his mouth enough that he could teasingly blow against her clitoris as he continued to move his fingers around the little nerve bundle.
Her fingers fisted in the comforter as she writhed on the bed. The sole attention on her clit was driving her wild and making her very wet. She could already feel the first orgasm of the night creeping up on her. His ht breath on her clit with his fingers was the end of her. She shouted his name, coming in a rush, her hips jerking. “Jacob!”
One orgasm down, a few more to go at least. His eyes were on her face as she called out his name and a soft smile curved his lips. His fingers released her clit, his mouth moving in to gently kiss her folds before his tongue slid around her entrance, circling her opening and tasting her climax as it slowly dripped from within her. He groaned against her skin at the taste of her, his body responding to the taste and getting his hips to roll ever so slightly against the blankets beneath him.
A low moan came from Elizabeth as his mouth continued to pleasure her. Jacob was the most attentive lover she had ever had. At least, in so far as she could remember. She was rather partial to him after all. Her fingers slid into his hair as she felt his hips move against the bed and she grinning, knowing how much he wanted her.
Of course he wanted her. She was beautiful and majestic and everything that a woman should be. She was soft and feminine but strong and forceful. She was a mixture of all the best things that there were attractive to him and all he wanted to do was please her.
Elizabeth wanted Jacob as much as he did her. He was a fine gentleman that knew how to treat a lady properly. It was so rare in this day and age, she cherished it. She cherished him. Elizabeth writhed on the bed, another orgasm already looming as his tongue worked inside of her. "Oh Jacob..."
Her voice curling around his name so perfectly had him aching to make her say it again. His tongue continued to tease her, finally sinking inside that tight, wet heat. He ached to have other parts of his body buried inside of her, but this was about Elizabeth's pleasure, not his own.
A loud moan came from her, her hands gripping the sheets as her back arched. She was going to come again and she wasn't about to fight the wonderful sensation. She let out a cry as her second orgasm swept over her, her fangs popping out as pleasure over took her. "God Jake!" she cried, writhing.
She was probably the only one in the world that he ever let call him that. He groaned as she once more came, her body arching against his mouth. He lapped at body until she slowly came down and then pulled back and crawled up beside her, his hand sliding over her cheek. "I love the way you look when you come undone."
A smile curled on Elizabeth's lips as he came to lay beside her. She leaned in as he stroked her cheek to kiss him softly, tasting herself on his lips. "I love when you make me come undone." she murmured softly against his lips, her fingers playing over his arm. "I love it even more when I do so around you."
He was quite a fan of her coming undone no matter how it happened, but especially when she was wrapped around him. "I'm fond of that as well." he murmured against her mouth as he leaned in a little more, gently tugging her lower lip.
She chuckled, nipping at him with her fangs as her hands moved to his clothing to begin removing it. "It is good you are fond of it as that is what I wish to occur." she said, her eyes dancing.
With only his jeans remaining, nearly all the way off already, getting rid of them completely was easy enough. Once they were out of the way, he leaned in for another little kiss. "Well far be it for me to deny you, my queen." he breathed as he slowly rolled his body over hers.
Elizabeth smiled as he moved above her, cupping his face to bring him down to kiss her. This kiss was full of passion and desire. Queen she may be, but in the bedroom with him, she was just a woman. A woman who made love to him with everything she had.
It didn't matter how many times they'd fallen into bed - or any number of other locations - together. Each time was like the first time and Jacob knew that he'd never be able to get enough of her. He let out a soft groan against her mouth as he drew her legs farther apart to make room for himself between them. He ached for her in so many ways that there just were no words to describe it.
They had been lovers for almost twenty years and Elizabeth had yet to tire of him. She didn't think she ever would as she had done with so many others over the centuries. Jacob was so much more than just a lover. She buried her fingers in his beautiful dark hair, moaning into his mouth as she rolled her hips upward. She wanted him inside of her, making love to her as only he could.
It was damn near impossible to deny Elizabeth. She was a beautiful woman that got what she wanted and he certainly wasn't going to be the fool that didn't let her have himself if that was what happened to strike her fancy. When she rolled her hips against his, he rolled his right back against hers. One hand slipped between them, guiding himself to that dripping heat that he ached to be wrapped in.
The queen let out a pleased moan as Jacob slid inside of her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and Elizabeth kissed him deeply. Elizabeth had to keep herself in check so much on a day to day basis, it was a relief when she could just be a woman under Jacob.
Jacob thought her a woman no matter where she was. Be it beneath him or above him or in any of a billion different positions that he could practically taste in that moment. His hips gently rocked against hers and he let out a soft little gasp at the glorious friction that one little movement allowed him. He might have been a vampire, but this was certainly his brand of heaven. If he had to live forever he thought this was a damn fine way to do it.