Title: Taped- The Thirty-First Day of the Lusty Month of May

Author: zephiey

Rating: M, Peaches

Pairing: Rupert /Clarisse
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: Security cameras in the Palace tape everything. Everything.

Author Notes: Today is the last day of May. I hope you have enjoyed reading these thirty-one days as much as I have enjoyed writing them. Now that is at an end I am a bit sad. Granted I have a few stories in progress but it still sad to see this month end. However, July is coming and with it Christmas in July. You never know what gifts Christmas in July may bring.

Taped

Rupert was irritated. No irritated was not quite right. He was angry, livid, fuming…pissed-off! Yes, he was pissed-off! Pissed the fuck off and rightly so! Every single time he tried to get his wife alone someone or something interrupted them. So far, today they were three interruptions. Once by Clarisse's assistant reminding her of the luncheon with the Spanish enclave, once by an urgent phone call for him and finally by Joseph, their Head of Security. Although Joseph's interruption was not so much an interruption as Rupert forgetting they had an appointment scheduled to go over some security matters. However, it was still an intrusion and one that put Rupert in a foul mood. Now he was searching for his wife and becoming more and more irritated that he was unable to locate her.

Rupert spied one of the younger guards, and stalked over to him. "Have you seen Her Majesty?" Rupert growled. The younger guard looked at His Majesty and answered, "No Your Majesty, I haven't but I can find out where she is."

"Do so then," Rupert said. He crossed his arms as he waited for the young guard to finish speaking in his microphone. After a minute the young guard said, "She is in the gallery, Sir."

Rupert nodded in answer then strode off in the direction of the gallery. The young guard, Shades breathed a sigh of relief, glad His Majesty was not angry with him in particular.

Rupert reached the gallery in record time. He found Clarisse standing in front of one of the landscape paintings. He wrapped his arms around her middle and placed a soft kiss behind her ear.

"I do hope you are my husband because if not I must inform you taking such liberties with your queen is frowned upon. Men have been hung by their toes in the courtyard for such behaviour," she said, leaning against the strong chest behind her.

"Then it is a good thing I am your husband and not some random man overcome with desire at the sight of your beauty. I wouldn't want to ruin the view of the courtyard by hanging bodies willy-nilly in it," Rupert answered.

Turning around, Clarisse slid her arms up around Rupert's neck. "Definitely a good thing," she said, before kissing him. Rupert returned the kiss, exploring Clarisse's lips and offering tantalizing licks to her lips. Clarisse opened her mouth under Rupert's, moaning when his tongue slipped inside her mouth to explore its warmth.

Rupert's hands moved across Clarisse's back, caressing her softly before moving up to her shoulders than tangling in her hair, kissing her fiercely. Holding her head in his hands, he broke their kiss and looked into Clarisse's eyes. "I want you," he growled, kissing her again passionately.

Clarisse surrendered to Rupert's kiss, revelling in the passion from her husband. It was always like this, Rupert's passion feeding the fire inside her until she wanted nothing more than to surrender to the need racing through her veins. But she knew they could not surrender to their passion here in the gallery. It was too public, there was too great of a chance of being discovered.

Rupert's lips moved from hers to kiss across her cheek to her neck and she took advantage of this to gasp out, "Can't…not here."

Rupert pulled back. "Here. Now," he growled, nipping and suckling the soft skin of her neck as he pushed her against the column that stood near them. Clarisse moaned as her back met the column. She tilted her head to allow Rupert greater access to her neck.

"The cameras…," she began. Her words ended in a gasp when Rupert's hand moved up to palm her breast through her blouse and tease her nipple to tautness.

"To hell…," said Rupert, placing kisses to her collarbone, "with the cameras," he finished, sliding his hand down Clarisse's side to her hip then down her thigh. His hand slipped under her skirt and his fingers inched it up, revelling in the silkiness of her stockings. He stopped at the top of her stocking, caressing the soft skin before unsnapping her front garter. He repeated the action on the other leg and pulled back to look into the face of his wife.

"I am going to make you scream for me, chéri," said Rupert as he slid his hand back under her skirt. He could feel the heat from her and his shaft throbbed in response. His fingers slid into her panties. "So wet," he groaned as his fingers moved through her wetness. He slid a finger into her channel, capturing her lips in a feral kiss as he moved his finger in and out of her.

Clarisse lifted her leg, hooking it around Rupert's hip, granting him greater access. "Please Rupert…please," she begged as he teased her, sliding a finger into her before slipping back out and caressing her clitoris. Any thought of being caught quickly forgotten as Rupert stroked and caressed her.

Hearing Clarisse beg Rupert removed his hand from her panties. Raising his fingers to his lips, he licked them clean, his gaze never leaving Clarisse's. Clarisse's tongue moistened her lips in response to Rupert's action and when Rupert placed a finger on her lips, she caressed it with her tongue before sucking it slowly into her mouth. Rupert's growl was loud in the quiet of the gallery. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside Clarisse now! With a quick unbutton, unzip then tug he released his erection from his pants

Rupert pushed Clarisse's skirt up to her hips, tore her panties from her body and pulling her leg up onto his hip, he entered her in one quick thrust. Clarisse breath caught at his quick entry. She pushed her back against the column and tilted her hips. Rupert grabbed her other leg, lifted it off the ground holding Clarisse in his arms against the column as he thrust hard and fast into her.

"Oh my god," said Carlos as he stared at the monitor that showed the gallery.

"What is it?" asked Andre as he swivelled to see what Carlos was looking at. "Mon Dieu," he breathed as he stared at the monitor.

"What the hell has you two…," began Marcus as he walked up to the bank of monitors. His voice trailed off seeing what had the other two men so engrossed. "Is that…?"

The other two men nodded before Marcus could even finish his question.

"Hey guys," greeted Roger as he walked into the Hub, Kevin following. No one said a word, just simply looked away from the monitors then back again.

"What's going…damn…is that...?" Roger asked once he saw the monitors. Kevin simply stared. The other three men nodded, their eyes never straying from the scene playing out on the monitors before them. The men knew they should turn off the cameras or at the very least switch the feed to somewhere else in the Palace but no one made a move to do so. As the men stared at the scene playing out in front of them, a hand reached out and flipped off the feed, causing all the monitors to go dark.

Carlos was the first to recover and turned to berate the person who switched off the feed. The words died on his lips when he saw who stood there. The other four men turned to add their complaints to Carlos' but their words also died on their lips. Each man swallowed nervously. Before them stood their boss, Joseph Ramirez and the look on his face promised pain to anyone who said a word.

With a simple raised eyebrow, the men moved away from the bank of monitors toward the door. Just as they were ready to exit, Joseph's voice broke the silence. "Nothing seen here today will be repeated," he said, his voice deceptively soft.

The men immediately agreed. No one wanted to think about what would happen if the boss heard the slightest hint of what they had witnessed. At Joseph's nod, the men left the Hub, each silently thanking the heavens they had escaped with just a warning.

After the last man left, Joseph turned back to the monitors and brought the gallery feed back up. The screens filled with the image of His Majesty tucking a hair behind Her Majesty's ear, their tryst apparently ended. Joseph switched the feed to other cameras and popped the tape out of the recorder. Putting another in its place he set it to record. Speaking into his microphone, he ordered James to the hub. Once James arrived, Joseph picked up the tape, and headed out to find His Majesty.

He was sure Rupert would want this tape. In fact, he could guarantee it.

The End