though looking for something there, before his mouth came down on hers in a soft but insistent kiss. She had never been able to deny the effect that his kisses had on her, and her arms seemed to wind around his neck on their own free will. There was the feel of his hands sliding around her waist, one coming to rest on the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades. With his gentle urging she stood on her tiptoes, their mouths fusing together pleasurably with her movement, and there was the deep rumble of his moan where her breasts were pressed against his chest.
They pulled apart for air, lips brushing against each other as they breathed, before he slowly reclaimed her mouth again. She found herself getting lost in him, her breathing coming faster and her fingers tangling into his hair as the kiss became more passionate.
With a groan he ripped him mouth from hers, nudging her chin up with his nose as he nuzzled into the long column of her throat and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin there.
"Valto." Her voice was nothing more than a breathy moan, and she found herself pulling his head closer to her flesh as she tipped her head back wantonly.
He made a desperate noise against her throat, and then all but lifted her from the ground and into his arms as his kisses started ravaging her mouth once more.
"I thought you two were being chaperoned?"
Cat pulled away from Valto quickly, ignoring his protesting whimper as she did so, and stared at the entrance to the garden through wide eyes. The image that greeted her was not one that she had expected, and certainly not one often seen in Caerdydd these days.
"Tristyn!" She wiggled out of Valto's arms and all but threw herself at her older brother, feeling close to tears that he had come home. "What are you doing here?"
"What, I'm not allowed to see my sister before she gets married?" said Tristyn, and Cat pulled away from him to throw him a wide grin.
"You didn't come to Myf's graduation." She hit him on the arm. "She was really upset."
His face fell at that and he kissed her on the forehead. "I know and I'm so sorry. I couldn't just leave mid-way through the season."
Tristyn's Formula 1 career had come before his family since he had been a teenager, and now that he had find made it to the big time it was like he didn't even remember they existed sometimes. Cat had always understood, he had had needed to run away and put his past behind him more than any of them. For years and years he had been the sole focus of their father's attention, and he had gained many beatings and much abuse for that. He had tried to protect her and Myf from their father's attention, and when the old man had died Tristyn had simply abdicated and disappeared. Cat was surprised that he ever bothered to contact them at all. Myf however wasn't of the same opinion; she wanted a normal family, with normal siblings and whenever Tristyn glossed over important events in their life for something else it hurt her greatly.
"Valto," said Tristyn, nodding in the direction of the other man.
Turning around she saw Valto return the gesture and smile, before he walked over to them.
"I'll see you at dinner?" he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and she nodded in response.
"Of course." She smiled up at him, and he returned her smile.
"It's good to see you Tristyn."
"You too Valto," said Tristyn.
"How have you been?" Cat linked her arm with his and guided him from the garden, taking the path that led away from the castle. "I don't remember the last time I spoke to you."
"Good." He squeezed her arm happily. "Things have been going really well lately, and I have missed you all."
"I know Tristyn," she said. "The memories are hard for all of us."
They wandered along the winding paths in silence for several minutes, taking in the scenery and just enjoying each other’s presence.
"Look at you though, getting married and becoming Queen," he said. "And to Valto of all people. I thought
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