Philippe smiled and felt his beloved's hand upon his back. "Mmmm, that does feel good; and do I smell the cafe?" He slowly turned over in their bed and looked up at his wife's beautiful face. "I think with such service and attention, I shall surely begin every day with a fall into an iced-over pond. It is a good idea, yes?"

Tele laughed gently, "You indeed smell the cafe." Her eyes took in his face, the rugged contours and deep blue eyes. She gently ran her long fingers down his cheek. Her heart was full, as if a dam broke within her; the remnants of the night before still burning within her. Sharing his memories had changed her heart deeply. "I do not think that is necessary my love."

He lifted himself up on one elbow to look at the coffee on the table, but instead of reaching for the coffee, he reached for Tele. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down upon the bed with him. "Mon cheri, I need you to warm me up again." He laughed and rolled over, placing Tele beneath his strong, naked body. His hand brushed her hair from her face. "You are so beautiful, my love."

Teleperien captured his face with both hands as her mouth captured his with gentle and loving lips; no words are spoken, her eyes look to his and she released the kiss and whispered, "My life is yours. I am fully yours."

Pirate smiled into the kiss and moved his hand over her side, feeling her beneath her clothes. "And I am yours, m'love." He kissed her lips again and looked down upon her face. "And how is Erwyn this morning?" he asked concerned for her daughter's welfare.

"She is well, slept the night away. She awoke hungry and fully recovered. Erwyn is young and is strong. How do you fare?"

He snuggled against her body, feeling her breasts pressing against his bare chest. "I, the great pirate Philippe de Bouillon, couldn't be better," he responded with laughter.

Her silver laughter rippled around them as she sat up and pulled her nightgown off, dropping it to the floor. Running her hand down his chest she smiled impishly, "How great do you fare, my pirate. Will you capture this queen?" She leaned over and kissed him again, her hand running through his hair.

Philippe laid back down, his hands behind her head, pulling her down with him, not breaking the kiss for a second. The feel of her naked body upon him always aroused him, and this morning was no exception. His arousal evident, his arms wrapped around her and held her close to him as he kissed her deeply, his tongue moving against hers.

Her breath came in soft yet quick inhales as she allowed one hand travel down his side, her tongue dancing with his. She then slowly broke the kiss and nibbled on his lip as she molded her breasts against him, feeling his arousal, her own response, a growing desire deep within her hips as they move against his. "How will you capture me?" she whispered, "I may take you without your knowledge." Her eyes sparkled with happiness and deep affection.

He had to chuckle, "You may take me, but I assure you, my dearest, it will never be without my knowledge." He suddenly shifted beneath her, putting her on her back again; he pinned her hands to the sides of her head and straddled over her hips. "Ah ha! This is the way I capture the Queen of Eldicor!"

Pretending to struggle, she laughed with him. "I am taken! How will I escape" Will I be captive forever?" Her face relaxed into a smile.

"Oui, you are taken. That is the truth! And escape is not the option! But torture is!" He brought his mouth to her neck and right where her neck and shoulder met, he began to kiss and nibble and lick with growling sounds.

"I beg you!" Her voice lilts with joy. "Not torture!" She wiggles uselessly.

He continued to attack that very sensitive area and felt her squirming beneath him. "I'm afraid that torture is necessary, m'lady." He lifted himself off the straddle and placed his legs between hers. "I love you, Tele," he whispered and brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her deeply.

Breaking the kiss slowly she kissed his forehead and his cheeks, tears now forming in her grey eyes. They trickled down the sides of her face as silver lines of gossamer. "I love you my Philippe." Her words are not just spoken, but flow into his soul, willing the last of the night's gentle healing into his heart. Wrapping her long legs around him she pulls him closer.

Her words melted his heart once more, and the feel of her lithe legs about him was something he'd die for. He wanted her desperately, and loved her even more than last night if that was possible. He brought both hands to her head and grasped her hair. "I love you so much," he whispered as they made love.

"I love you Philippe, my pirate who's captured this elven queen. My heart is yours, your treasure, yours alone." She whispers into his mouth as her body starts to relax. Her fingers trace his back again, not moving, not wanting it to end.

His heartbeat slowly returned to normal as he laid upon her, supported by his legs and one arm, his other hand moving over her flesh, repeating the movement over and over. "I shall guard that priceless treasure with my life and faithfulness, my love. I want to be a better husband to you, and a real father to Erwyn. You two are more important to me than anything, even my life."

Tracing her hands down his sides her face soft and her mouth smiled with love and gratitude. "You are my life, my soul. Father to my beloved Erwyn. I too will be a wife to you. Not a queen or ruler. I will stand by you and be proud to call you my husband."

Her words once again melted his heart and filled him with even more love. He smiled and kissed her nose. "Let's have coffee together."

"Aye. I have breakfast for you as well. I am certain you are hungry." She waited for him to move she nodded toward the tray.

Philippe sat up and helped her into a sitting position next to him, and then he wrapped the blanket about them both and fixed their coffee. "This will be a beautiful day, my dearest. It can be nothing but beautiful when beginning like that." He smiled and handed her her cup.

It was obvious from the expression upon his face that the pain was still there - the pain of watching his crew die, losing his ship, three years of imprisonment and torture, and by far the worst of all was the hearing if his wife's infidelity.

He recovered his composure and touched her cheek. His French accent was strong. "There is nothing to forget. It is all in the past, no' And besides, what matters is the future we have together. Our love, it has already conquered past hurts, and it scoffs at future problems."

He smiled, "Tele, m'love. You make me happy to the depths of my soul. I'm am the most blessed man to have you for my wife."

Philippe leaned forward and kissed her deeply.