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Tim was reading before bed when he remembered something. Smirking, he closed the book, put it in the nightstand and turned to his wife who was reading too.
“You kept turning around and checking on me today.” He teased her.
“Yes. I always do that. What's new?” She said without sparing him a glance.
“I know, darling, but you've done it several times, today.” He smirked.
She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Timothy? What's your point? I'm trying to read here.” Oh no, did he notice that?
She was trying to escape. She felt exposed. Even though she never showed it or at least tried not to show it, and even if she was confident, she never liked to see other women around her husband.
He chuckled and got closer. And she closed her book. “Well, it looks like you won't let me read tonight. I'm asking you again, what do you want?” Crossing her arms against her chest, she looked at him, raising an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
He was clearly in a good mood tonight and he loved teasing her. “I don't know,” he said kissing softly her bare arm then her neck, “I felt like you were a bit umm,” he paused and saw the death glare she shot him. He knew that she knows what he was about to say, but nonetheless went on, “jealous?” He looked up at her. “Don't be jealous darling, you're the only one I love.” He said the last part, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Are you serious?” She muttered. “When the hell did I get jealous.” Liar, her heart told her. She felt her cheeks redening. He was right. She got a bit jealous. He was so handsome with his little hat and red cheeks. But he was too friendly and women always loved him and often misunderstood his good manners with flirting.
“Language, Your Royal Highness.” He adopted a false scold tone.
“I am not your fucking Highness here, I am your fucking wife, Timothy” She shot back.
He grinned. “You are.” He loved hearing her saying that. Even after nearly 30 years being married, it still felt surreal sometimes to them. What was a faraway dream, became a reality and they got married after all what they've been through.
“I must confess... You know... I sometimes can't help but feel a bit jealous when you're with Parker Bowles or with fucking Phillips even if I know there's nothing between you two.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Well, I am not. And you shouldn't.”
“So this is not jealousy?” This time he was the one raising his eyebrow, not convinced at all.
“No, it is not. But I like to make sure you're okay. And you're not trailing way too far behind me because I know that as soon as you start talking you never stop.” What a pathetic excuse, she thought.
He laughed and kissed her shoulder this time. “I know you, Anne. You will never admit it.”
He still remembers when they were still lovers, that day when she saw that apprentice -Emma Cooper, if you ask her, she still remembers her name very well. A young blonde woman with a slim figure and pair of magnificent blue eyes- was being too close to him. One day, while leaving Buckingham Palace, she saw Tim and that apprentice chatting and laughing, her laughter went straight to Anne's ears, then suddenly, she saw her brushing Tim's jacket with her hand. She clearly seems to have a crush on him. Anne already didn't like to see them together and in addition to that, she touched him. How dare she? How dare she make such an intimate thing? Anne was fuming. She walked forward and stood facing them. “Commander.” She looked at him coldly. How dare he let her do that. “Ms.Cooper.” She eyed her from head to toe. “I don't think it is wise to raise your voice here nor to get too close with co-workers. Didn't they teach you that before?” Still looking at her haughtily, she spoke again, “I think you should teach her that, Commander. You know the rules here.” Then finally looked at him. “Ma-” She didn't let him finish, she turned on her heels and left, letting him with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't really understand why she did that, why she spoke to them, to him, that way. But then, he got it. She was probably jealous. He had phoned her later but she didn't answer, knowing that it was him. Meanwhile, sitting with herself, and thinking of what she has done earlier, she felt rather silly acting like a teen. They didn't do anything that requires such reaction from her. And she felt sorry for the way she had treated her lover. She couldn't really sleep before talking to him, before hearing his voice. She had phoned him but he didn't answer at first, and when she was about to hung up, she finally heard his voice. Poor thing she had awakened him. She apologised for calling him at such an hour but he said that he didn't mind, but he was afraid that something might have happened for she was calling so late but she said no, she just phoned him to apologise for acting like a child earlier and she chose to put the blame on her hormones rather than admitting that she felt jealous but Tim said nothing, he let it pass, and made sure to reassure her and tells her that he loves her very much and he would never look at any other woman, and she's the one and only for him. Feeling a bit comforted by his words, she slept like a baby that night, but wished he was with her. The next day, first thing in the morning and before starting her engagements of the day, she was back in his arms, she apologised again and he did it too, promising her that that will not happen again and later that night he had showed her his love and his complete devotion to her, chasing away any doubt she still might have.
Anne leaned and looked him in the eyes, her mouth mere inches from his and spoke in a firm tone, “No, darling, I am not jealous, but if one of them has the nerve to flirt with you, I shan't hesitate to fuck her up. I don't share what's mine. “Capisce, Mister?” Grabbing his jaw and closing the gap, she kissed him. A possessive kiss. God he loved her.
After what felt like a lifetime, they finally pulled away. “Capisce, Ma'am.” He grinned, his hair in a tangled mess from her hands. I am the luckiest man in this earth, he thought. He loved her possessiveness and her jealousy. He simply loves her.