3Chapter Two: Doing It All
Everyone was walking on tiptoes the next morning, frightened because Queen Anne had awoken in a foul mood.
"What's the matter with that woman now?" The king demanded. Henry was all dressed up to go hunting, and he looked very young and strong and handsome as he admired himself in the big tall mirror in the hall.
"Her Majesty is tired, and has a slight headache," whispered Jane Seymour. The pretty blonde lady-in-waiting sank into a deep curtsey, unintentionally enticing the king's eye with both her slim and graceful figure and the round fullness of her beautiful breasts.
"Oh dear me, Anne must have drunk too much wine again." The king laughed as he pulled shy Jane to her feet, taking her small, ice-cold hands in his large and warm ones. "Lady Jane, I order you to take especially good care of my queen today. I want Anne to rest quietly in her chamber and recover from her headache."
"Yes, Your Majesty." A whole day stuck indoors with the cranky queen. Poor Jane couldn't help it. She pouted in disappointment.
"I expect Anne to be sleeping when I return from the hunt," Henry said sternly. But his eyes were warm and unmistakably inviting. He kissed Jane's lips and a spark or something seemed to pass between them. "You shall have your reward later. Do you understand, my sweet?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"You're awfully damned cheerful this morning." Anne Boleyn growled as her sweet but simple new lady-in-waiting drew back the curtains and let a flood of sunlight into the royal bedchamber.
"Oh, Your Majesty, it's much too nice a day to be lying in bed," Jane Seymour exclaimed. "Let's go outside and walk in the sun!"
Anne still had a headache, and she didn't have much use for exercise even at the best of times. But the golden-haired beauty with the big boobs and the winning smile seemed determined to make her enjoy the fine weather and exert herself. The two of them took a long walk in the park, and they also rowed on the lake and tried a little bit of lawn tennis. Anne actually rolled up her sleeves to show Jane the finer points of the game.
"You want to grip your racket with both hands, like this," the queen said gruffly. Putting her arms around Jane's slim waist and guiding her hands, she modeled the perfect serve several times.
"Your Majesty, you are so clever at sports! So beautiful and clever!"
Anne didn't like feeling dirty and sweaty, so when they got back to her chamber Jane ordered lunch for the two of them and then she ordered a tub of hot water to be set up right next to the fire.
"Mm, that feels good," the queen said, closing her eyes with a sigh as Jane Seymour rubbed sweet-scented soap all over body. "Why don't you climb into the tub with me?"
"Oh, no, Your Majesty! I couldn't . . . I mean I shouldn't . . ." Jane blushed as her clumsy fingers accidentally flicked Anne's nipples under the water. Her own nipples felt a bit sore all of a sudden.
"Climb in," Anne commanded, in a gruff voice that hypnotized Jane and sent inexplicable shivers all up and down her spine. Without really meaning to, Jane found herself undressing at once.
It was late in the afternoon by the time King Henry returned from the hunt. He was hot and tired and he wanted pretty little Jane Seymour to strip off his clothes and give him a thorough scrub. But first he wanted to make sure the coast was clear, so he went to the queen's chambers and knocked very gently on the door.
"Come in," called a rather lazy and satisfied female voice.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Henry scowled at the sight of Queen Anne reading in bed, freshly scrubbed and glowing.
"This is my bed, remember?" Anne put down her book and stretched, showing off a lithe and boyish figure that was somehow even more enticing than Jane's generous curves.
"What have you done to her?" Henry looked at Jane, who was lying spent beside the queen, asleep and clearly oblivious to it all.
"Everything," Anne replied, with a pert little toss of her head. "Just about everything a woman could possibly desire. I did it all."
"Get out of that bed," Henry snarled, fighting to control his fierce desire. "Get up and get some clothes on. Right now!"
"Certainly," Anne chirped, rising from the bed. "Are we going to do it in the park, Henry? Or up in the tower? What about the stables, where we can roll in filthy straw and smell horse piss?"
"All of it," Henry choked. "I want all of it. I want all of you. Now!"
There were kisses, and a curse or two, as Anne quickly dressed. Then the two of them ran from the chamber, hand in hand.
Jane Seymour didn't even hear them leave.
