<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/1282ff70b7f7f11cdb844208d52c0b43/tumblr_ovfb7pZgJU1w5f2bbo1_540.jpg)</div>Poppy, blushed and giggled softly. Leaning off of him, She watched the strand of hair he held slide through Prince Auren's fingers and reached for  his hand. She led her new husband to the nearest soft chaise and positioned herself behind him.  Her back against the couch's single short arm, legs placed flush against the prince's on either side. She got started kneading her thumbs and palms into his shoulders and pushing the pressure skillfully out of his arms, but she paused for a moment and thought. 'No..She wanted this to be done right. Wrapping her arms around his waist Poppy whispered in the prince's ear. "I would like to ease your tension as best I can so...I have learned to work well with my hands but-"her soft voice gave away restrained excitement as she fumbled for the right words. "-I would like to be unimpeded...If you don't mind."  She leaned her forehead on his shoulder and started unbuckling, unbuttoning, loosening his vest and accoutrements. Noticing no hand to stop her , she hooked her fingers under the edges of the clothing and peeled away the barriers. All that was left was the silken undershirt she expected and she took a moment to hug Auren close taking in his scent and kissing his shoulder and cheek cheerfully. She felt enveloped and dizzy for the sweet smell of his sweat and perfumed oils and soaps. It was still surreal to be a queen but the quiet of the room made it feel intimate, Poppy fantasized for a while that is was just them in the whole world. It was here though, she had gotten married and would try her best,just as promised. She pulled his shirt outof the band it was tucked into and loosened it.  Her heart raced once again, but again she swallowed it down.  A dopey grin spread across her face before she regained her composure.  Her well worked hands were still soft and small, but strong, like the rest of her, and she returned to her task.  Slowly but assuredly she worked over the silked shirt to ease the tension from the lean muscles of the prince's back. In her daring, she would take long strokes  of his sides and at some point she slipped her fingers into his waist band playing it as a natural move to massage his hips.<br/><br/>After several minutes she hummed softly and happily  to  get the prince's attention and leaned him against her chest, absent mindedly massaging his hands and stretching his wrist. "Tell me prince, Am I doing a good job?" she kissed the back of his neck gently her heated breath baited with a growing longing. "Please tell me what you would like of me next." She moved to the other hand and stroked his thigh with her own. The feeling of his warm skin against her bosom was an invitation of madness, she wished to rip off her corset and dress and feel him against her, to see his muscles flex and not just feel their shape against her, to feel his hands on her skin...to feel his tongue, sweeter than any pastry in her mouth. her lurid thoughts melted seeing his relaxed face in a distant mirror. 'What bliss' Poppy thought to her self.