#mebbe

Also, Billy Crystal's sad eyes kill me. And Meg Ryan was just soooo flawlessly beautiful in a way that didn't feel artificial. And! Carrie Fisher is an absolute DELIGHT in this movie, as is Bruno Kirby.

I just really, really love this movie.

Is this the Ian Munsick concert 👀

I'd like to plead the 5th please thank you 🫣🫣

“So,” she said, leaning as elegantly as she could against the door frame. “This is your study?”

He glanced up from the piles and piles of parchment that littered his desk. His fingers ink-stained; his hair in disarray, which was likely a result of him constantly running his fingers through it; his eyes blinking as they adjusted from reading the small print of his missives to looking at her.

She saw the moment he registered what she was wearing. It roughly coincided with the moment he threw down his quill and sat back in his chair, hands comfortably folded over his chest.

“It is,” he said, an eyebrow raised as he waited for her to reveal her scheme.

Not that she thought that it would be too difficult to figure out. She had chosen her outfit with care. It had actually been a wedding gift, one that had been sent to her privately, and, no, she was not going to tell him who from.

The white silk of the nightgown was of absolutely the finest quality, and so sheer that it became virtually see through as soon as it was exposed to light. For that reason, she was glad that the torch just outside his study hadn’t been lit.

Besides, the lace detailing and short length more than telegraphed her intentions.

The robe she had slung over it was also silk, but thicker. Providing decent enough coverage that she hadn’t scandalised any of the servants while walking the castle corridors.

Martyn, however, had seen her coming and quite sensibly found somewhere else to temporarily be.

It had been two weeks since they had returned to Denerim Castle following their honeymoon, and sadly, without the excuse of their upcoming nuptials, her King had no reason not to return to the business of ruling.

She herself had been at something of a loose end without a wedding, and all the associated celebrations, to plan. She would figure it out, she was sure. But, in the meantime, the one thing she could do was ensure that the brilliant, dutiful, dedicated King of Ferelden didn’t overwork himself in service of his country.

After all, as he was so fond of joking about, technically making love to her – his Queen – was a kind of duty. And it was one, if she knew him at all, that he enjoyed most thoroughly.

So, she had come because the hour was late, because she hadn’t yet had the chance to don this particular ensemble for him, and because she’d missed his presence in their bed.

She stalked into the room, moving deliberately slowly, and taking the time to close and bolt the door behind her.

As they’d discovered, it only took one incident of an unsuspecting servant finding them in a… compromising position for them to become very vigilant about locking doors.

That poor maid.

She walked, or rather more purposefully slinked, past the fire. Her walk definitely had more hip movement in it than was strictly necessary. By design, of course.

He didn’t move, but she knew him well enough to know that his nonchalance was affected, just as she knew the moment he realised her nightgown was see through and that he was probably already half hard.

She perched herself on his desk. Deliberately just out of his reach, trailing her fingers along the mahogany. It was a behemoth of a thing. Imposing, perfect for a King.

She just hoped that it was as sturdy as it looked.

“And this is your desk?” she asked him.

“It is.”

“And…” She leaned forward, offering him a glimpse of her bare chest beneath her nightgown. “How many times have you dreamed about taking me on top of it?”

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