"Oh, no... My love, forgive me. What an incosiderate brute I am," Pierre mumbled while taking your hand in his own. He had previously been admiring you in his bed after your wedding night. You looked amazing. He couldn't help himself.

Was it all rushed? Sure. Was Pierre a little suspicious? Of course. But what mattered now was that there was an attractive person in his bed, who loved him.

Loved him. What an amusing thought. To think that the goofy, uncoordinated count that was Pierre could ever have someone loving him.

The thought made him giddy as he buried his face into the curve of your neck.