Title: My Pleasure- The First Day of the Lusty Month of May

Author: zephiey

Rating: T

Pairing: Clarisse/Joseph
Category: Romance

Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Princess Diaries and its characters are the property of Disney, Buena Vista, and Meg Cabot. I make no money from this work of fiction.

Summary: Being late may just be a good thing.

Author Notes: I am going to attempt to write a vignette everyday for the Lusty Month of May. If all goes well, I should be able to do so while updating my in- progress stories. Although I will warn you, some may be more along the lines of drabbles rather than vignettes.

My Pleasure

Entering Her Majesty's suite Joseph waited by the door, as was his custom. He never fully entered her suite without her express permission, and he wouldn't start now. He knew they were running late but there was nothing for it.

Parliament had run over- Mabrey and his dammed need to hear himself speak was the reason. This caused Her Majesty to be late for her meeting with the Spanish and Macedonian Ambassadors, resulting in that meeting running over. Now they were late for the opening performance of the Symphony season, which meant Clarisse would be unable to visit with friends before she was required to take her seat. This meant it would put her in a less than pleasant mood, and any enjoyment she would have garnered from the performance would be almost non-existent. He almost wished they could miss the opening performance. He knew they couldn't, but it was nice to wish it.

A muffled curse from the bedroom had Joseph moving from his normal spot almost before he realized it and he stopped, trying to decide if he should proceed or go back. Deciding he would look silly moving back to his former spot, he continued toward the bedroom door. His soft knock was answered by Olivia, Her Majesty's lady maid. Olivia looked a bit frazzled, but before Joseph could ask the reason why, Her Majesty walked out of her dressing room and tossed the dark green cocktail length dress down onto the bed.

"This one will have to do, Olivia," she said, looking up, finally noticing Joseph.

"Joseph," she greeted.

"Your Majesty," he said bowing and trying to keep his gaze from roaming over her. His years of training allowed him to project an outward calm while subconsciously revelling in her appearance. She was dressed in a dark green full slip, black stockings and heels. The slip caressed her body as she walked, highlighting her curves and drawing his gaze to her cleavage and soft shoulders. The stockings and heels accentuated her legs. Joseph was amazed he hadn't yet given into the temptation to reach out and touch her- to see what was the softest, the slip or her skin.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes," she said, turning to her vanity, resting one knee on the bench and leaning toward the mirror to apply her lipstick.

Joseph almost groaned at her actions. "Then I'll just wait in…," began Joseph, surprised his voice sounded normal. His breathing and heart were racing.

"Don't be silly," Her Majesty said, blotting her lipstick before picking up her perfume and dabbing some on. "I just need to slip my dress on then I'll be ready," she added. "Olivia, please be a dear and find my matching clutch," said Clarisse.

"Of course ma'am," said Olivia, disappearing into the dressing room to search for the matching clutch.

Joseph swallowed thickly, he watched intently as she dabbed perfume behind her ears, then her wrists before finally placing a dab between her breasts. He continued to watch her as she walked over to the bed, picked up the dress, and put it on.

"Oh darn," Clarisse said, realizing she would be unable to pull up the zipper. "Joseph, would you be so kind as to zip me?" she asked, presenting her back to him.

Joseph was sure he hadn't heard her correctly. 'She didn't just asked him to..?'

"Joseph?" asked Clarisse, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, what did you say?" Joseph asked.

Clarisse looked at her Head of Security. 'Surely, he had heard her?' "I asked if you would please zip me?" she said, her tone firm as she waited. She was late…they were late and she hated to be late.

"That's what I thought you said," he mumbled as moved to stand directly behind her. He reached for the zipper and slowly drew it up, reaching the top. His fingers slipped over the skin at the base of her neck as he tucked the zipper under the tab to hide it.

Clarisse barely stopped a gasp from escaping her when she felt Joseph's warm fingers on the base of her neck. She closed her eyes tightly. Perhaps she should have waited for Olivia to assist her with the zipper?

"There all done," he said softly, his breath ghosting across the skin of her neck. He could just smell the soft scent of her perfume and his lips tingled at the thought of kissing her softly scented skin.

Clarisse fought to contain the shiver from her body when she felt Joseph's breath whisper over her skin. She wondered what he would do if she leant back against him? Would he move away or would he move closer? Just the thought of Joseph's body next to hers, his chest against her back, his arms directly behind hers, his hips nestled against her bottom was enough to cause Clarisse's nipples to pebble and arousal to pool low in her abdomen. Clarisse took a small step backwards. She could feel the heat from Joseph.

Joseph tensed. Clarisse was moving closer to him. He could feel the heat from her body, he could smell her softly scented skin. His shaft filled with each breath he took. If she moved any closer she would definitely feel his body's reaction to her. He was tempted to reach out and pull her flush against him. Her back to his chest, her arms next to his and his shaft cradled against her lush bottom. But he didn't move. For some reason he needed her to make the definitive move.

'Just a bit closer,' Clarisse thought, as she took another miniscule step back. Soon her back would be flush against his chest. Her hips would be against his, her bottom flush against what she was sure would be a sure sign of his arousal. The thought forced a soft moan to escape Clarisse, and she closed her eyes as her body finally came to rest flush against Joseph's.

Clarisse felt more than heard Joseph's groan as her body came to rest against his. One hand reached down to grasp the side of his muscled thigh, to keep herself from falling as she felt his breath on her neck. Her eyes closed when she felt the crisp hair of his goatee against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She shivered, and her nipples tightened further when she felt his soft lips then the slight wetness of his tongue as he kissed and tasted her skin.

"Oh Joseph..," she moaned moving to grant him greater access to her skin. Her knees almost gave out when she felt his strong hands sweep up and over her arms before taking her breasts in their palms, and softly caressing her nipples through her dress.

"Clarisse...mi reina…mi amor," growled Joseph as he feasted on the softly scented skin of her neck and caressed her lush breasts. Wanting to taste her lips, Joseph moved one hand from her breast to her chin. He turned her head to the side, capturing her lips in a devastating kiss, his other hand continuing to tease and caress her breast.

Clarisse reached up, grabbing the back of Joseph's head in response to his kiss. As she kissed him she ground her bottom back against him. Joseph groaned at her actions and pulled her tightly against his shaft, thrusting against her and teasing them both. His hand moved from its place on her hip to reach for the hem of her dress. He pulled it up, his fingers sliding over the soft silk of her stockings until he came to the top, his fingers caressing the soft skin above her stockings. He caressed the soft skin, slowly moving closer and closer to Clarisse's centre. He could feel the heat radiating from her and he wanted nothing more than to slowly caress her heated core. His fingers were poised to do just that when a voice caused both of them to freeze.

"Here you are, Your Majesty," said Olivia, as she walked out of the dressing room. Her Majesty stood near the bed, while Joseph stood next to the door.

"Thank you, Olivia. Just place it on the vanity," Her Majesty replied, her back to Olivia.

"Yes ma'am," said Olivia, placing the clutch on the vanity. "Will that be all ma'am?" she asked.

"Yes, Olivia. I won't be needing you later this evening, Have a good night," Her Majesty said, turning and walking over to the vanity.

"Good night, Your Majesty," Olivia said, curtseying briefly. Olivia smiled at Joseph before saying, "Good night Joseph."

Joseph smiled back at Olivia. "Good night Olivia," he said.

When the suite door closed, Joseph moved from his spot by the bedroom door to stand behind Clarisse at the vanity. He groaned softly as Clarisse leant forward, her knee on the bench, adding a bit of lipstick to her lips. She smiled softly through the mirror at Joseph.

Joseph couldn't stop his hand from caressing her hip. "May I ask why you won't be needing Olivia's help later this evening?" he asked, his voice rough as his hand glided over her dress.

"I decided since you were so helpful with my dress earlier, perhaps you would be equally helpful later," said Clarisse, the huskiness of her voice bringing a shiver to Joseph.

Joseph leaned forward, his body resting flush against hers. He whispered in her ear, "It would be my pleasure."

The End