Even now, after they had spent a wonderful night gazing upon each other in their most vulnerable state, Genevieve still blushed under the King's beautiful intense eyes. He had such passions for her. It was almost frightening. Not just his feelings for her, but her own for him. They were so sudden! She hoped, deep within her, that they weren't fleeting.<br/><br/>His lips were upon her! His hands holding her close! She felt his want and momentarily went weak at the knees.<span style="font-style: italic">“Y-YOUR MAJESTY?!”</span>Elenore's gasp did not go unnoticed by Genevieve and she practically turned purple for blushing. Genevieve began to giggle and returned a few of his kisses before playing pushing on his chest, or rather<span style="font-style: italic">trying</span>to push on his chest. He was incredibly built. "Your Majesty!" Genevieve spoke with laughter and tossed her head about, his kisses landing upon her jaw, or cheek, or neck. "Motto, please! I'm terribly hungry!"<br/><br/>When the King finally ended his barrage of kisses, Genevieve was left flustered. As he returned to his chair, she did her best to smooth her mess of morning curls, but only managed to flatten them, if anything. She was still a mess. Of course, it was all his fault, but Genevieve couldn't say that out loud. Not with Elenore in the room, anyway. A sly smile pulled at a corner of Genevieve's lips and she eyed Elenore. If the King was going to shock the poor woman, well so was Genevieve! And so, she plopped right down on the King's lap! Surely that would get some kind of reaction from both of them, and Genevieve was feeling particularly bold this morning so, perhaps, it wouldn't be the first.<br/><br/>"I think.." Genevieve began cautiously, but decided if she was going to be acting a lovestruck fool to do it with reckless abandon, at least when they were in one of their private chambers anyway. "I'm going to feed you this morning, my King." Genevieve whispered into the King's ear while walking her fingers up his chest. She did blush a little, but that did not detour her from turning just slightly to tear a piece of cake. Genevieve leaned against him and brushed the cake against his lips until he opened them. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, tracing his bottom lip ever so lightly. Her blush was definitely deepening and she was actively ignore the polite fuss Elenore was making. Genevieve was going to enjoy this very much.<br/><br/>Genevieve began cutting into the chunk of meat delicately, or as delicately as one<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>cut into a chunk of meat and tried to tease Motto with cryptic wording. "You know, a King such as yourself must be sure to eat a hearty breakfast." She leaned in close again, placing a forkful of meat into his mouth. "It's the best start to any morning," Another bite. "And is a great way to shake off the fatigue of a restless night." Another bite. "Or prepare for a day of arduous activity." Genevieve's words were innocent enough to anyone who did not know what had happened the night before. My, but she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>feeling bold this morning.<br/><br/>A loud harrumph from the corner drew Genevieve's attention to Elenore who was visibly flustered. "Your Majesty," She began with a deep curtsey. "My Lady has a fitting with the royal taylor for her wedding dress this morning. " She was doing her very best to remain polite with the pair of nobles. "And it simply would not do for her to be late."