Henry Tudor (tudor_king) wrote in tudorcourt, |
His smile grew wider when she reassured him with her own. Catalina had always been attractive to him, since the moment he met her, but now as his bride and comfortable he was beyond ready. The soft material of her gown was brought up with his hand, a hand that ran along her leg and up her thigh as he pulled the fabric along. A bit clumsy and a bit self conscious about it, he decided to take it a bit slow -- of course, he'd blame it on wanting to be gentle. He carefully accommodated himself between her thigh, now free of any restraining materials -- having adjusted his own gown from being caught between them. His hips were softly nudged forward as he guided himself to her, easing himself in at first before releasing himself to rest on both hands to keep his body weight off of her chest. He waited, somewhat, for a reaction before he continued.