Her little hands upon him..grabbing at him so deliberate and small.  It was intoxicating, making him want to explode and protect her at the same time.  Mostly the King was lost in her supple features, kissing Genevieve’s exposed skin and mesmerized at hearing her say his name like that.  She was airy and pleased..with him.  With this.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"We..we cannot do this.”</span><br/><br/>It was serious indeed.  Barely able to stop himself, Motto lifted his face while swaying into her as if he were drunk.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I ...have less control ….than men..” </span>His eyes traveled down to her neck.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “Let me at least make it evenly so, my Princess.” </span>The last part was mumbled into her neck  as he indulged himself before finishing his request.  He would kiss the Lady in the same manner as before only on the other side of her neck, collarbone, and so on.<br/><br/>The sound of hooves nearby were enough to make him pause, but his hands stayed where they had traveled as he raised his head.  As Sir Pike rounded a tree and approached, Motto’s hold adjusted into something more chaste, but he continued to hold her close.<br/><br/>There was a very awkward and lengthy moment of silence between the three.<br/><br/>“.......Sire--<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Do not interfere.” </span>The King growled.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “Leave.”</span><br/><br/>The knight hung his head and dismounted.  Motto released Genevieve and turned to face his Captain of the Guard.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“You intend to stop me?”</span><br/><br/>“Sire..I--”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Fight me.”</span><br/><br/>“Sire?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Fight me.  If you defeat me, then I will comply.”</span>