He sat down at the edge of her bed, crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. Well well, so much for the icy looks she loved to give him. Charles felt cocky that Margaret, just liked every other women, finally gave into him as well. He listened to her voice outside of the room, and realized that if ever he had to marry, he hoped that woman would be as clever as this one. And as beautiful. He closed his eyes and thought of how she had looked like, with all of her attitude blown away and her hair hanging loose around her shoulders. He wanted to see her like that again.
“Of course” Charles stood up. He was a bit of an expert when it came to undress women. Maybe, if he was lucky, she’d be willing to lay with him again a little later tonight. He followed her example, and unbuttoned his doublet. But instead of seeking some protection inside his nightgown, Charles decided to sleep au naturelle, as the French would say-
Charles slid down in the bed beside her, opened his arms for her to rest in his embrace. With his arms protectively wrapped around her, he leaned down and closed his eyes. With the heat of her body pressed against him, and the memory of their lovemaking, Charles soon started to doze off.