Pendragon

He said against her mouth, "I will take your virginity, make you bleed, and only then will you be safely wedded, not before. Then there is no going back, Meggie. You're mine."

That brought her kisses to a stop and a frown to her forehead. "I don't know why you are worried about this, Thomas. I don't want to go back. Wait, I don't like the sound of this bleeding business. What bleeding business? What does that mean?"

"Oh God, Meggie, I wish you had asked your mother to explain this to you. Don't you know anything at all?"

"I now know all about tongues, although it's still a bit difficult for me to speak in them just yet."

Speaking in tongues. He tried to smile at that, but couldn't, and said, "But you don't know what we are going to do?"

"Well, not in any sort of elaborate detail, no."

"How about in a vague general sort of way?"

"I believe you must take your clothes off. I was swimming once when I was very young with my dratted boy cousins, and they took off their clothes. They were certainly different from me, but I don't know how it all would work to make a baby."

"I did ask, didn't I?"

"Are you jesting with me, Thomas? Perhaps laughing at me?"

He seemed to think about this for a goodly number of seconds. He said more to himself than to her, "No, I wouldn't jest about this, not at all. Now, it must be done, it must." It was almost as if he was angry with her, Meggie thought, suddenly panicked. He said nothing more, didn't kiss her, just picked her up in his arms and walked to the large tester bed. "I'll be your maid," he said, sat her down on the edge of the bed, realized the buttons on her dress were in the back and pulled her to her feet again. Thomas saw that she was pale, his exuberant Meggie looking a bit on the ragged edge, particularly since they were this close to the bed and his hands on her. He kissed her hard and fast, didn't try to part her lips with his tongue because he thought she just might bite him in her nervousness, then turned her around. He unfastened the long line of buttons down her back.

She was looking over her shoulder at him. "Thomas, perhaps I could have a glass of water?"

"No, Meggie. Hush. Don't worry about any of this. Let me do the worrying. It will be all right. Trust me."

"You certainly are very efficient with all those buttons."

He smiled, couldn't help it. "Yes. Some men believe it to be a calling. Other must practice assiduously to be competent at it. Be quiet."

"Thomas, is this going to be a nice thing? Despite the blood?"

At the sound of her quavery thin voice, his fingers stopped, three buttons from the bottom. He looked at her back, at the soft batiste chemise, the lace straps, all of it so feminine, so unlike him, alien from him, this soft creature who now belonged to him. Not to anyone else. To him. No, nothing hard about Meggie at all, particularly not her heart, and he knew it, but he didn't want to let it matter. He had to be strong about it, couldn't let her know. He couldn't. A man had to have his pride. He said, "I will try to make it a nice thing."

"All right, then I will try not to worry overly about this."

Slowly he turned her to face him. He pulled the gown down until her arms were trapped against her sides. He lightly stroked his fingers over her jaw, her throat, came to rest lightly on her bare shoulders. She was so bloody soft. "Meggie?"

"This isn't quite what I had expected, Thomas."

"What did you expect?"

She shrugged, but he saw that she was embarrassed.

"Come, tell me."

"Perhaps a small di

"That is a bit sentimental for my tastes."

"I thought it might be. All right, some champagne then. You didn't want any in the carriage. Were you afraid that I would become ill? Were you afraid I'd really force you to sip it out of my mouth?"

He just smiled down at her. So young, he thought, too young. She didn't deserve that he maul her. He leaned down, pressed his forehead against hers. "You array yourself in your nightgown and I will go downstairs and order up a bit of food and champagne from Mrs. Miggs. I believe she is quite pleased that I chose her i

"Maybe she was, but Mr. Miggs just grunted at me and stared down at his shoes."

"It is Mrs. Miggs who deals with the patrons. Now, do you need a maid to help you?"

"No. I can reach the rest of the buttons."

He turned to go.

"Thank you, Thomas."

He paused a moment, and she wondered what he was thinking. At the moment she was afraid to ask.

Thirty minutes later they were seated opposite each other at a small table next to the window, Meggie wearing a very lovely peach silk peignoir that her aunt Sinjun had brought her from Edinburgh. Thomas, however, was still dressed in his very nice trousers and jacket and his beautifully polished boots. His cravat looked as fresh as it had in the church that morning. So many changes on this one single day. Tomorrow she wouldn't wake up the same Meggie as she had just this morning. So few hours had passed, and yet her life had changed irrevocably. She wondered if Thomas felt the same way. Surely he must. Men couldn't be that different from women.

"It's strange," she said, nibbling on a piece of bread, "to be sitting in my nightclothes across from a man who isn't either my father or one of my brothers, or one of my dratted boy cousins, for that matter."

"Come, Meggie, I ca

"Well, you're right about that, but still, you're still dressed, Thomas, and I'm not."

Thomas just smiled and held up a glass. "To our wedding night," he said.

Meggie was slow, but at last she did tap her glass lightly against his.

He'd given her too much time to fret. He said, "After we have eaten and drunk just a bit more, what were you thinking would happen?"

"Since I don't know anything specific beyond kissing, as you well know, I admit things get a bit muddled. All right, really muddled, perhaps even incoherent. Right now I know I'm happy and that you're smiling. Do you think maybe that could be enough for you to go on?"

"There will be a lot more than just smiling, Meggie."

"Like what?"

"You. are endlessly curious, aren't you?"

"Since this will involve me very personally, I don't think it all that strange."

"What will happen is pleasure, hopefully for both of us."

"I have already felt pleasure when you kissed me."

"Different, stronger pleasure."

She looked very skeptical about that.

He didn't move from the table until she'd drunk a half glass of champagne. He sat back, his hands laced over his lean belly. "Why don't you get in bed, Meggie. I will blow out the candles."

"Do you really wish to?"

"To what?"

"To blow out the candles."

"Ah, a dollop of interest in me?"

"Well, yes, to be honest about it. It's difficult to think about this, but since Mary Rose and my father are married and they do sleep in the same bed, I suppose they do see each other without their clothes. That is difficult for a daughter to imagine."

"A son as well. Does this mean that you wish to see me naked?"

She met his dark eyes and very slowly she nodded. "I have been thinking some more about what I want to have happen. I want to add you to my fantasy. I want you to be my main character." She gave him a nervous smile.

He didn't say a word.

"All right, you force me to be blunt, Thomas. I want you to take all your clothes off."

"And will you undress for me as well?"