~Nothing but You~

She was in love. She could deny it no longer, not to herself, nor to him. She, Isabella Woodville had fallen for George Plantagenet.

In the days that followed his confession and she knew she felt the same, she often wondered if she had been more careful with her heart. Had she given it too easily? Had she let him claim her affections with no more than a second thought?

He had consumed her mind, her body, her every waking thought ever since they had first properly met on the night of the coronation. George George George, that boy was all that she could think about! The colour of his hair, of his eyes, how they would brighten when he saw her and how he would grimace comically whenever someone irritated him, his lips turning downwards like a sulky child.

He had never looked at her that way, no, whenever he looked at her it would seem it was she that had placed him under some sort of spell and not the other way around!

At night, when she closed her eyes, it was him that she saw in her dreams, his arms that wound around her body, his lips that caressed her skin, his fingers that pulled at the laces of her gown, his body that covers hers, skin warm and inviting. She found herself wishing that it was George she shared a bed with and not her little sister but she knew if that were the case she could not trust herself.

Seeing George in her bed, his dark hair spread out on the pillows, eyes staring lustily up at her, would make her lose all sense of what was right and wrong. In fact, she would not care what was right and what was wrong, all she would care about would be having George's lips against hers.

He looked at her that way the entire night of Leena's thirteenth birthday dinner.

Around the large trestle table Edward has set up in the King's chambers were the entire Woodville clan, all drinking and laughing, their golden hair shining in the candlelight. The King sat at the head of the table, Elizabeth beside him with her hands on her belly, Lord and Lady Rivers were next and then the other Woodvilles!

Anne, Anthony, Margaret, John, Mary, Lionel, Isabella, Martha, Richard, Edward, Catherine and, of course, redheaded Eleanor who was dressed in green silk and grinning from ear to ear!

She sat opposite Bella and her elder sister was sure the thirteen year old had not stopped smiling since she had awoken that morning! Truly, nothing could distract her from the joy of her birthday but there was much that could distract Bella for George was sitting right next to her.

He was often in conversation with his little redheaded companion but his eyes hardly ever left the girl beside him and it made her redden like the devil! Each time she felt his eyes upon her, she was sure she would burst into flame or one of her siblings would notice!

How could they not? A Plantagenet Prince was staring at her as if she were made of pure gold, though she could not deny she liked it. She more than liked it.

As the dinner went on with shouts of laughter erupting every five seconds, the wine flowed freely and George became bolder. Snaking his hand beneath the table, he caught her fingers and squeezed gently, causing her to look at him as if he were insane! Eleanor immediately noticed, wiggling her eyebrows so obviously (while a cup of wine swayed precariously from side to side in her hand) that Lionel asked if she were sick.

"No dear brother!" She replied with a flourish "I was simply reflecting upon a certain romance!" Hoots of laughter echoed around the table and Edward raised his cup high into the air.
"Who are you in love with then, ma petit boule de feu?" He called merrily, putting on his best smile "is it me?"

She shook her head and Edward tutted playfully, drinking his wine in one large gulp. Eleanor looked slyly back to Bella, wiggling her eyebrows again until she turned a bright crimson and snatched her hand back from George's.

The boy groaned, rolling his eyes at his friend who began to shriek with laughter, once more attracting the attention of their kin.
"Really, Leena!" Mary giggled "becoming a woman has rather made you more like a child than an adult, you shriek like Cat does!" Across the table nine year old Catherine stuck her little pink tongue out and their Mother and Father chuckled.

"Can I not hold your hand?" George murmured and Bella looked sharply to him, unable to resist a small smile no matter how much she wished she could be stern. It seemed she could never grow angry with him no matter what he did or how impertinent he was!

"No, you impatient goose!" She scolded, tapping his arm lightly "we are in public! Wait until we are in the gardens!"
"We are with your family" He corrected, refilling his wine cup before he shuffled a little closer to her on the bench they were sat on. It was a very slight movement but Bella noticed it all the same, the way his muscled thigh was now pressed against her slim one, hot, despite the many layers of silk and linen that separated them.

Suddenly an idea sprang to her mind and she grinned. It told of trouble, oh so sweet trouble, she knew as soon at it crossed her thoughts and she reached for George's free hand which now hung limp beneath the table. His fingers came to life at her gentle touch, a smirk crossing his lips that she returned while she guided his hand to her thigh and placed it atop her skirts.

George's blue eyes widened and she leant elegantly across him in the pretence of fetching the wine flagon.
"If you wish to touch me, George Plantagenet" she whispered into his ear, knowing her words would make his heart skip a beat "then you may do so. But move your hand and I shall make sure your life is a very short one indeed" curling her fingers around the jug, she settled in her seat once more, his hand steady on her thigh though she felt it itching to move.

She rather wished he would dare and turned to him, filling her cup; taking a sharp sip to solidify her confidence.

"If you can have patience for once I will give you something in return" his eyes flashed with lust at that, brightening slightly at her offer.
"Truly" he murmured and she took another gulp of wine, letting the alcohol run freely through her veins before she nodded. She looked around to make sure they were not being watched before she leant towards him again.

"Tell me what you want, my Lord" She honeyed her voice, making it sweet and coaxing so that he could not resist her, not that he ever would. Almost as if to convince himself of her words, George finished the contents of his goblet.

"You know what I want" he whispered "You"

She had known what he would say, it was the one word she had expected though it still took her breath away, made her heart pound. Even though he had told her that he wanted her, that he loved her there was still a part of her that believed it all a fantasy. The gentle weight of George's hand on her thigh convinced her of her reality and it thrilled her.

Oh, how she wanted him in that moment, she was not entirely sure if he wanted to take her there and then if she would refuse! But no, then was not the time for dalliance, it was Leena's birthday dinner and she could almost see the horror in the redheads eyes were George to suddenly lay her out on the table!

She stifled a laugh, masking it as a cough while she watched Leena flick a piece of chicken at Anthony then look away as if innocent! He was not fooled.

'Yes' Bella though, turning back to the boy that watched her with almost anxious eyes 'later was the time for pleasure' Pleasure. The word stung her but in the most delicious way, soliciting a bolt of heat that settled between her thighs. George would give her pleasure, she was sure of it.

"Your chambers" she whispered and he practically bounced from his seat into the ceiling "I will come to your chambers once Leena is asleep. You may have some of me, my love, but I will not sacrifice my virtue" Through his thick veneer of blissful shock, an ever so slight smirk broke through, coating his lips with smugness.

"Yes" he admitted in a hushed voice "I know it may take a little longer for me to claim that" A small gasp passed her lips and she smacked him on the arm, trying not to let him see how his comment thrilled her.
"You are bold" she told him and he grinned.
"I'm a York. We are born bold, my Lady"

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For once Bella was glad for Edward and his wine indulgence for it had sent little Leena to a sound sleep!

Beside her, in their great bed, the little redhead slept curled up in her blankets, one arm around her pillow and a small smile on her face. Even in sleep she was happy (after all her Mother had given her permission to visit her castle as a birthday gift) and her older sister could not help but grin.

In fact, she could not stop grinning, even as she stared up at the canopy of the bed, her hands picking at the coverlet. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, twisting and twirling around and around until she was sure her insides were tied into a thousand knots!

'I will come to your chambers once Leena is asleep' She had said and Leena was sleeping as soundly as a babe!

George would be waiting for her. In his chambers.

Oh God what had she let herself in for? The thought struck her and she suddenly sat up, being careful not to rustle the covers. What had she agreed to? What was she going to experience? Had she laid herself entirely at the mercy of this York Prince?

She had told him she would not let him take her virtue and she would not, she knew that was for her future husband to take....and yet, she could think of no other man she wanted than George! His hungry gaze flashed before her eyes, a look that excited and scared her, and she pulled back the blankets, slipping her feet into her slippers while her heart began to pound.

What was she doing? Truly, she did not know. All she knew was that she wanted the man waiting for her and he wanted her. She was wanted, she was loved and that was what she thought of as she took up her bed robe and stole along the palace corridors.

Her footsteps were silent against the stone floors but even if they had made the loudest bang she would not have been able to hear them. All she could hear was a pounding, the relentless rushing that filled her ears, causing her to fear her heart would break through the front of her nightgown!

She had only ever been to George's chambers once, when he had tried to coax her inside like the lust filled boy he was, but her feet seemed to guide her there without trouble and soon she was standing outside two doors of sturdy oak. Bella gulped when she reached for one of the handles, the heavy metal ring cool against her pale skin and the creak as she twisted it sending a bolt of nerves through her body.

Like a shadow, she slipped through the crack she created in the door when she pushed it open and was immediately encased in warmth. A great fire roared in the hearth, in front of which a rug was placed and a sturdy oak chair.

That was where George sat. His feet propped up on a stool and head lolling to the side it was rather clear he was asleep and Bella could not resist a smile. If anything, his stationary situation made her relax slightly and she felt some of the tension leave her limbs as she closed the door behind her and tiptoed over to the chair.

She gazed around the vast room as she crossed it, taking in the colourful tapestries that lined the walls, depicting galant knights and fair ladies. A desk lay in one corner, beneath a window with diamond panes of glass, papers scattered across it and an empty wine glass she could not help but roll her eyes at. He drank too much for his own good, even then!

Her eyes flicked to the bed. She took in a sharp breath while she looked at it, the satin, crimson covers and soft pillows she found her fingers longing to touch, reaching out, oh so slowly to feel the soft coverlet....

No! She snatched them back, she must be firm if she was to stray into the dangerous realms of lust as she was doing now. Looking back to the chair, her feet began to move once more, studying the young man that lay relaxed in it, locks of tousled hair falling across his face.

His velvet doublet was discarded to one side, leaving him in his shirt, and in the light of the fire she could see the outlines of his muscled chest, the hard planes that had formed as a result of years of training with swords. Stepping behind the chair, she dared to place her hands on his shoulder and felt him shift slightly, groaning in his sleep. She smiled, relaxing a little more.

His body was warm beneath her fingers, sending a bolt of delight through her veins, she was so close to him, so very close and bent her head to press a kiss to his hair. The strand were soft against her lips, smelling faintly of rosemary.

Taking a breath, Bella lowered her head a little more and kissed his neck, relishing the soft moan that left him when she slid her hands down his arms.

"Bella...." His eyes fluttered open and he sat up in the chair, watching as she stepped to the front of him and folded her hands in front of her, looking down demurely. She did not need to look at him to know he was smirking, she could feel it "so" his voice was steadier now, all trace of sleep gone "you came to me?"

Bella looked up at that, arching an eyebrow. Something in his tone made confidence fill her heart, her body, her mind. It was strange really, but when she was with him, when he looked at her as he did now, with blatant lust and wanting, she felt capable of anything in the world.

Rather than reply to him, she raised her hands to the front of her bed robe and pushed the garment from her body, letting it pool at her feet in a silken pile. His eyes lit with an almost predatory hunger, be looked as if he wanted to strip her nightgown from her body there and then! She could not resist the excited tremor that ran through her at the thought.

George held out a hand, smirking at her but Bella simply watched him. He had toyed with her many times before during their meetings, making her wait for the kisses she craved when it pleased him, perhaps it was now time she toyed with him?

"I never told you what made me speak to Isabel so harshly at the coronation, did I?"

George sighed in his usual impatient manner, despite shaking his head.
"Why do you mention her?" He asked, clearly wanting Isabel to be the last person he thought of in that moment. He felt like his veins were on fire, his muscles ready to burst if he did not have his beloved Bella in his arms soon! Here she was, standing before him in nothing but her nightgown and yet she made him wait!

It excited and frustrated him and she could see that, adopting a small smirk of her own while one hand took to toying with the strings of her nightgown.
"Because I thought you ought to know" she replied "it was you who made me speak so" That captured his interest and he sat up a little straighter.
"Me?"

"Yes, you looked at me while dancing with Leena and I turned as red as a beetroot"
His deep chuckle made her toes curl deliciously in her slippers, the same wanting ache that settled between her thighs whenever she was with him appearing once more. She could barely breathe when he rose to his feet and stepped towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close.

"My my, my lovely lady" he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to her lips "I seem to have quite an effect on you, don't I?" Her smirk widened and she let her hand wander down his body, palm gently pressing at the front of his breeches where she could feel his desire for her. He sucked in a sharp breath, shuddering.

"Hm" Bella whispered, gently cupping him with her hand as best she could and watching as he began to treble, his firm hold on her slipping slightly "just as I seem to have quite an effect on you, my Lord"

George forced himself to look at her. Never had he wanted anyone as much as he wanted her in that moment.
"Now who is the bold one?" He asked and she tutted before placing her hands on his shoulders and swiftly pushing him back down into his chair. She smirked at him again.

"Me" she stated proudly before she hesitated slightly, unsure of what was next "what do I do now?"  The hunger in his eyes softened slight at her words and he held out his hand again, rubbing her palm soothingly when she took it. Guiding her to his lap, he showed her how to straddle him, letting her legs part and settle either side of his hips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her chest against his and Bella felt her stomach twirl.

Oh how she wanted him.
She wanted him, she wanted him, she wanted.....

A sharp gasp left her lips when she felt one of his hands on the hem of her nightgown, beginning to hike the soft material up to her waist. Just as she had done in the garden, she caught his wrist but unlike then, his eyes did not tell of hurt as they met hers, they spoke of tenderness and a wish to please.

"Trust me, my love" he whispered and she slowly released her grip, letting him raise her nightgown once more until the soft linen was gathered at her waist and she was exposed to him "I will never hurt you" he told her as his hand settled on her thigh and she shuddered at the feeling of his skin against hers "you are my love, Isabella and I will always protect you....do you trust me?"

There was nothing she could do but nod, nod and push her hips forward slightly, telling him what she wanted.

"I do" she breathed "I do, my love....do what you wanted to in the gardens....show me" He was more than willing to do as she asked, eager as ever, but he was gentle all the same, his eyes never leaving hers while he gently slid his hands between her legs.

She gasped again when his fingers met her centre, digging her nails into his shoulders as he began to stroke her, revelling in how wet she already was for him. Bella was sure she was seeing stars when he touched her, she felt so alive in those moments, like nothing else in the world mattered....not even her virtue.

A pinch of pain shot between her legs when George began to ease one finger into her but she did not tell him to stop, she did not want him to stop and when he began to move her hips she whined, her head falling back.

He leant forward, pressing kisses to her neck in an almost desperate manner while he slid a second finger into her and whispered her name against her skin. She moaned and he was sure he would lose all sense of reality, all sense of his mind, beginning to guide her hips.

Soon her moans became louder, longer, more desperate as she suddenly found herself edging towards an unknown release only George could give her. Bella buried her face in his neck, intertwining their free hands and soon found her own rhythm, moving her hips up and down and letting pleasure claim her.

"I love you" he murmured, watching her fall apart in his arms with adoration and her eyes fluttered shut. She began to tremble and he knew what she wanted, what she needed from him. Pressing his thumb to her clit, he relished the broken cry of pleasure that escaped her, followed by a bruising kiss she smashed to his lips.

"Please" she moaned and he could not resist, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, rolling her clit in circles until he felt her clench around him and her hips jerked forward "George!" She yelled and he was sure the whole castle would be able to hear her, something she immediately realised; hiding her face into his shoulder once more.

Heat rushed between her legs and she felt herself go boneless in her love's arms, arms that wound swiftly around her, holding her tight. He ran his fingers through her hair, combing through the loose strands while she trembled in his arms, trying to make sense of reality once more.

"Stay" he whispered once she had calmed a little and Bella looked up at him, her face flushed with a glow only pleasure brought. George felt a certain pride swell in his chest at the fact that he had been the one to make her thus.

"Stay?" She repeated, finding herself still breathless. "you know that I can't"
"You can" he told her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips "I will not take your virtue until you wish me to Bella but I want you in my bed, even if you do naught but lie beside me" she shook her head, albeit reluctantly.

She had to be back in her rooms by the time the first rays of sun struck the earth otherwise what would curious little Leena think? There was no stopping that child when she had a question that needed to be answered! Shaking her head again, Bella tried to rise, trying to push herself to her feet only to collapse into George's arms again! Her legs trembled, pleasure still thrumming between them.

Behind her, George chuckled, his smirk returning. It was never gone for long.
"Stay" he coaxed "not all night but....let me care for you, Bella, please?" His voice was so warm, so tender and caring that she found she could not refuse and the weak will she had broke.

She snuggled into his arms, whispering her love for him into his shirt.