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04 September 2008 @ 07:09 pm
 
Title: Last Requests
Pairing: Queen/Ambrose
Rating: R
Disclaimer: LOOK A DUCK. Also, not mine.
Summary: With one night left, she comes to give him mercy.
Notes: Prison-sex. With the Queen. Baw chicka...baw?



She’s a flurry of purple robes when she arrives in the shadows and Ambrose has been harmed in every way he knows. The darkness has begun to invade and kill every last vestige of hope and he doesn’t know if he’ll make it out alive. He regrets not having said goodbye to her, to the woman who will always have his heart. When she arrives in his cell and finds him with his hands bound above his head, he doesn’t believe it’s her.

“You’re not real,” Ambrose says, a pitiful note of despair ringing in his voice. He wishes she could be, but Azkadellia has many tricks and manipulation of the mind and its desires are what she’s known for. All she need do is skim the surface and she’d find this endless longing, the burning need Ambrose had always had for his Queen.

She keeps the cell open and approaches, brushing aside layer after layer of robe and dress and undergarments and sinks down into his lap in a way that exudes grace that only a monarch like her could manage. Ambrose can feel the weight of her on him and he stirs, arousal pushing past the pain that Azkadellia’s Longcoats had inflicted.

He hurts, oh gods, he hurts, but she’s here and the way she looks at him makes him wish that they could be two different people in another place. But if this is how it has to happen, Ambrose wants it to have happened rather than not at all. She doesn’t unchain him and he understands. He understands, and it suddenly doesn’t matter when she leans down to kiss him.

She can likely taste the desperation on his lips. Slowly, she nudges down the zipper of his pants and he knows they must both be quiet or else alert the guards, but Ambrose can’t ask for anything more.

His brain will be removed in the morning and if this is his last night, he wants it on the tip of his mind, he wants this memory. With his pants pushed to the side, his Queen, his lovely Lavender Eyes, sinks down into his lap and fills him with the warmth he’s wanted for so long, since he first knew what desire was. She rocks slowly at first and he doesn’t want slow. Softly, he makes a keening noise that catches in his throat and she kisses him to swallow the noise, one hand travelling up his bare and chained arm, soft and weak hands brushing past the cuff and intertwining with his fingers before descending in a graceful stroke and she rocks harder as he responds.

Real or not, it’s all he’s wanted for annuals upon annuals.

Her hand settles in his hair and she grips tightly and he worries for a moment that this is real and she’s too weak for this, but she rocks and he pushes up into her and they don’t worry about tomorrow. The coup and the surgery are the furthest things from their minds as they kiss each other to muffle the moans and sounds of pleasure that are drawn from the other in their desperate dash for one last moment of bliss. When she comes, she whispers to him, lips by his ear: “My Ambrose.”

His breaths are little more than shudders as she withdraws and redresses and leaves as quietly as she had arrived. The bars of the cell come crashing down swiftly and make Ambrose jump. Bliss can’t last, after all, and the shadows rushed right in to fill the gaps that hope had made.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would lose his brain.

He had to remember this.
 
 
 
Bad Horse: lj icon 2 leavesgatechic on September 4th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
Aw...poor Glitch, he doesn't know if it's real or not. This makes him losing his brain that more tragic.

*hugs Glitch*
AndreaLyn: tin: the man they call cainandrealyn on September 4th, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
This is actually still Ambrose yet, not a lick of Glitch to him at all. But thank you for reading!
Bad Horse: Doh!gatechic on September 4th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)
*slaps head*

I guess I'm glitching. I've been doing that all day. o.O

Don't mind me, I'll be fine.
TemaraNight: cain looking downtemaranight on September 4th, 2008 11:40 pm (UTC)
Not at all what I expected when I saw prison sex mentioned, and I was pleasantly surprised by the story. Good job =)
AndreaLyn: house: house & chaseandrealyn on September 6th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
Desperation prison sex! I knew I should have clarified! (hee)

Thank you for reading!
Katev_muse on July 8th, 2009 12:38 am (UTC)
Gorgeous. I love Ambrose and there needs to be more of him; more of this. This right here is what induces fantasies of all sorts. Hot ones where he's strapped to a wall, a bed, a rock, Cain. Whatever he can be strapped to! Haha. Thank you!
AndreaLynandrealyn on July 8th, 2009 01:35 am (UTC)
Thank you so so much for reading!