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Conquering Fear	By : emmarae3579 Category: S through Z > Zorro Views: 2149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: Thanks everyone for the lovely reviews.
This chapter contains sensual situations for a curious Victoria. T and M are only slightly different, M and MA are the same.
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Victoria was so tired. She snuggled back into her pillow, but while the bed was soft, her pillow was hard. She rubbed her eyes as she reluctantly came awake. She tensed for a second when she saw Diego was her pillow. She was wrapped rather indecently around him, too. She started to pull her leg back, but decided she was comfortable. He was her husband. His chest rose and fell with his even breathing beneath her. One of his arms was wrapped around her back, the other held her arm across his chest.
She’d always enjoyed her bed. She’d thought about making love often enough since she’d met Zorro, but she’d never thought about sharing her bed. She liked to stretch out, was never one to cuddle a doll when she was younger. So why was she wrapped around him so tightly? He didn’t seem to mind, though. She carefully lifted her head so she could look at him. She smiled. He was so sweet. She didn’t remember getting to bed. He’d taken her dress so she’d sleep comfortably, but had left her chemise so she’d wake comfortably, too. He evidently had no qualms about sleeping naked, however.
She glanced down to where her hand rested against his chest. If she moved would he wake up? How did one sleep next to another person? She’d always been a light sleeper. How had she slept so long? Judging from the view out the window, it might even be afternoon already. She looked back down at Diego as she felt his breathing change. She watched his face, eager for him to wake, but happy for this chance to look at him without him watching her. She moved her hand a small fraction, then slid it further across his chest to please herself. Would he mind her touching him while he was asleep?
She moved her leg a little. She thought she was going to move away from him, but wound up wrapping her leg tighter around his. She blushed at the thrill of feeling his skin against hers. The hair on his leg was thick and tickled her leg. It had been dark in her room last night, with only one lamp turned low. Diego’s room was bright. She should probably look around, but for now she only wanted to look at Diego.
She moved her hand down his chest, but his arm was still heavy on hers. She looked up at his face and bit her lip, indecisive. Then his arm slipped and fell to the bed, leaving her free to explore. She narrowed her eyes at his passive face, but he didn’t move otherwise. If he wanted to play possum, she wasn’t going to argue. Her hand reached up to start at his collarbone, slid down to where the covers rested at his waist. She pressed a kiss into the center of his chest, and traced the faint line of a scar which ended a few inches from his nipple. She blushed when she remembered how forward she’d been last night.
She looked down at the covers, at what she felt growing against her leg beneath them. She blushed and decided to play where she was. She bent her mouth to his chest again, peppering kisses over it until she was at his nipple again. She remembered how wonderful his mouth felt on her breasts, and how he’d reacted when she’d done the same to him last night. She opened her mouth over him, sucking the hard bud into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue. Diego gave up all pretense of being asleep and threaded his hands into her hair with a low groan.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” Victoria said, and she rearranged herself to look at his chest. Diego chuckled as she latched on to his chest again and it ended with another groan. She could feel the vibrations in his chest travel through her entire body. She naturally pressed closer to him, and Victoria became aware of her chemise. It had ridden up in the night, leaving her essentially naked from the waist down and she was pressing up against him.
She backed away a fraction, and finally looked into his eyes as she battled embarrassment. But he liked her body last night. A lot. Even embarrassed, she also wanted to take the chemise off so she could feel his skin all over. It was different in the bright sunlight, but now they were married. She wanted to get over her modesty. She’d start with him, since he didn’t seem to have any modesty last night.
She leaned up on one elbow and instantly missed his warmth, but she just held her breath and pulled the covers completely off of him before she chickened out. He protested briefly, but as she thought, he had no inhibition. She tucked the covers around herself and moved away from him, this time to get a better look, but she wound up wincing as her muscles protested. She curled back into him with a small groan of her own as her sore legs protested further movement. Where had those muscles come from?
Diego stroked his hands over her as he held her. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Victoria replied automatically, but Diego just watched her. “I guess I’m a little sore.”
“Ah, mi preciosa I’m sorry.” Diego settled her on the bed and kissed her forehead. “I shouldn’t have—“
Victoria covered his mouth with her fingers. “Stop. Remember, we’re not going to start our marriage with guilt.”
Diego smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and bent to kiss her lips. “Our marriage.”
“And…I liked it. We can do it again if you want.”
Diego chuckled. “Querida, there will never be a question of if. But for now, I think a massage is in order.” He came up on his hands on either side of her. “What hurts? I’ll kiss it better.” he asked with a leer, but relented when she flamed a bright red. “Alright, turn over.”
He lifted away from her so she could turn to her front. Diego ran his hands lightly over her chemise and swallowed his disappointment at not feeling skin. She tensed and he lifted his hands away, sighing at the thought that his touch hurt her. But she had only tensed to lift up. She gathered the chemise and Diego’s mouth went dry as she pulled it right over her head. He secretly pulled it out from where she tucked it under her pillow, then tossed it across the room for safe keeping. Diego ran his hands lightly up her perfect skin. How did he get so lucky? She had a freckle on her shoulder blade and he bent to kiss it.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his hands started to work her muscles. “I don’t think I’ve told you that enough.”
Victoria relaxed into the mattress. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“You mean I’m not unattractive?” Diego smiled as he quoted something she’d told Zorro a lifetime ago.
Victoria came up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at him. “You remember everything I ever said?”
Diego shrugged. “Maybe.”
Victoria lay flat again, resting her head on her folded arms. “It wasn’t right. I understand why you goofed off all the time, why you didn’t tell me. But you can’t think of those things I said.” She sighed and told herself to relax. “You confused me so many times.” Diego quickly lay down right next to her, one arm holding her though she wasn’t trying to escape. Diego’s heart twisted at the unshed tears in her eyes.
“It’s okay. I told you it was okay,” Victoria whispered. She reached out to touch his face. “I love you. I told you that. I married you. We’re starting fresh. We’re not going to dwell on the past. But sometimes you are going to remember something I said about Diego. Sometimes I will remember something you did as Diego.” She covered his lips when he started to speak. “You never have to doubt my love. Promise me that.”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.” She traced the worry lines on his face. “But you promised me a massage.”
“And a proper massage you will get.”
She gasped and looked after him when he bounced out of the bed. “What—“ She watched Diego walk over to his dresser and pick up a bottle. Well, she tried to watch what he was doing, but the man was naked after all.
He caught her looking when he turned around and grinned as he waited for her to look her fill. When she noticed he’d caught her staring, she blushed and turned her head. Diego climbed back into bed and straddled her over the covers. “This should help your sore muscles. I thought we could go to a hot springs about a mile from here. You could have a hot bath here, but I always liked the springs if I was sore.”
“So why don’t we go?”
“And miss this?” Diego happily poured some liniment on his hands to warm it before caressing her back again. “Not a chance.”
“I thought the massage was for me.”
“You go right on thinking that.” Victoria groaned as he found all the tense spots she didn’t realize were hiding in her back. She knew her back wasn’t the sore part of her body. He knew it, too. Her skin tingled as she anticipated the end of the massage as much as he did. The smell of mint and other herbs had her sinking further into the mattress.
“So your father and Felipe took care of you? I always worried you were alone.”
“My father didn’t find out until you left yesterday. I guess whatever you said made him come to the same conclusion you did. He’s not very happy with me.”
“You never told your father?”
“Same thing with you. My father wouldn’t be able to sit idly by and watch me…” Diego trailed off, not wanting to bring her concerns into their bedroom.
“Watch you risk your life.”
“I didn’t risk my life that often.”
“Don’t lie to me. Don’t ever lie to me again.”
His hands froze on her back before slowly resuming his massage. “I’m sorry. I never thought of it as risking my life. Honestly. A few times there was some danger, but it was necessary. Someone had to do something.”
Victoria was silent, so Diego continued. “Some of the most dangerous things I did, I did as Diego. Like that time we were all held under siege. Accidents happened, too, which had nothing to do with Zorro.”
“What happened?” Victoria asked, and Diego felt the muscles in her back clench again.
“Do you really want to know? Right now?” Victoria turned her face to the other side and silently resettled herself. No, she really didn’t want to know all the dangerous stunts he pulled.
“Felipe took good care of me. You and my father helped me even though you didn’t know who I was. Other people helped me. I wasn’t alone.”
“I’m glad.”
They listened to the wind blowing through the windows as Diego continued to work her back, pulling her arms out from under her to massage them as well. Victoria’s thoughts started racing when his hands turned more caressing, obviously finished with her back. He bent to place a kiss between her shoulder blades and lay beside her again, brushing her hair back from her face.
“Can I finish the massage?” His hand toyed with the cover he wanted to remove that was tucked around her waist. “Just the massage, to help your legs. I wont hurt you again. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“There’s the guilt again.”
“What?”
Victoria turned on her side to face him. “I chose to make love with you last night. You’re feeling guilty about a decision we both made.”
“I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you.”
Victoria couldn’t help her grin. “You were never going to make love with me?”
Diego’s mouth opened but no response came. “Now finish my massage and make love to your wife.”
“As the lady wishes.”
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