hi guys it's hiroshiuwu

I just found out prince philip died *tears start streaming down cheeks* ╥﹏╥ he was a good oji sama until his death, I can't believe how queen elizabeth chan must be feeling. So I wrote a fanfiction to commemorate their relationship.

*This is in elizabeth chan's perspective
"No, darling," I screamed.
"Come on! I just want one! One sloppy one," Philip said as he crawled towards me when I'm in a fit of giggles.
"It's never just one," I laughed, we really can't do this right now, not in the company of our guard at least.
But I have to admit, he does look rather handsome at the moment. His shirt halfway unbuttoned and the slight sheen of sweat on his chest. My god, did he look handsome. To be honest, I'm not sure why I'm saying no. Because right now, every fiber of my being is saying yes. Every fiber of my being is begging to pleased by this man. He never fails to satisfy me in bed. Or on boats, under trees at night, in lakes, on couches or even cars.
Very suddenly and under the influence of my dirty mind, my entire body ignites with desire for him, even more than it was before. I couldn't wait until I had his hands on me. On my breasts, my bottom, my stomach and lower, everywhere and anywhere is what I want. Quickly, my mind conjured up a vision of what I hoped tonight would contain, flashes of two bodies melding into one and current amorous thoughts becoming reality entered my brain. I could picture myself yelling his name in ecstasy, as I have many times before, while he makes his-
Both my thoughts and Philips journey towards me were interrupted as the boy watching over the safari shushed us. Immediately, we stopped and looked over to see that there were animals! We hurried over there, the growing tension between us momentarily put to the side, but not forgotten.
The pure beauty of the sight has me at a bit of a loss for words. And by instinct I grab my camera to capture the vision that's in front of our eyes, one I never want to forget and one I always want to look back at.
The scene playing out before us is obviously something that our guard has seen before because he quietly leaves us, with a bow to both. And more comfortable alone than with company, I find my way into Philips arms and lay my back to his chest, melting into his touch when he envelopes me with a hug. The elephants, giraffes, and hippos living in their natural habitats is one of the most beautiful things I've seen. And oddly, I feel like I'm intruding on the sacred act of their living. But the thoughts are quickly thrown out of my mind when they move out of our eyesight.
Still, I stay lying against Philip, finding both the warmth of his body and the strength of his muscles comforting. But slowly, the sexual tension between starts to build again. It always does with us. Neither Philip nor I can ever truly get our fill of each other, we always find ourselves wanting- no, needing, more. It's as though our bodies were made to bring each other pleasure, as though we were made for each other.
As I'm still against him, he drags his hands tantalizingly down my body and lands on my hips where he pulls me closer than I was before. We're never too close. I feel him growing directly on me and I'm forced to only be aroused even more. Shivering and sighing in pleasure when I feel his breath, lips and tongue below my ear, I involuntarily push my hips into his crotch.
"Christ, Elizabeth. Do that again," Philip practically growled.
The grip he has on my hips tightened as he ground me onto him. His teeth find my earlobe and softly tug it when I moan at the friction happening between us. He's getting harder by the second but I need his contact to be more direct on a certain part, his arousal to be placed on mine for this to be just as satisfying for me as it is him.
And while his hands are fussing with getting rid of the silk robe that covers my light nightie, I breathlessly say, "Philip please. I need..."
I'm interrupted by my own moan when Philip pressed his fingers onto my clit, giving me exactly what I was about to ask for.
"Was that what you needed Lilibet? Or was there something else that you craved?"
I answered with a moan when his hand continued his movements, and I continued mine. Our bodies were moving together as one. My hips and his hand synchronized in their functions, Philips wet kisses on my neck, jaw, ear and shoulder. Our interaction was getting more and more heated. He bit at my neck and pressed especially hard and skilled on where his fingers were working and made me cry out in pleasure. He's so good at this. The hand at my hip flew to my mouth immediately after. Why'd he stop? Was I too loud? I'm always too loud, too aroused, too much in need of him.
"Lilibet they'll think somethings wrong. You need to be quiet. Do you think you could do that?" Philip whispered in my ear as he removed his hand from my mouth to around my neck.
"No," I answered simply. " I can't. Philip, please just don't stop."
He sighed smugly. He always loved when I begged. Begged for him and his body. Usually I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, but whenever I find myself in a position of begging, my mind is too clouded with desire to care. The hand on my neck moved slowly across me. Traveling down my chest and squeezing my breast and nipple, which felt so good that it made me sigh and throw my head on his shoulder. Finally he reached my hip and his other hand followed suit. Just when I thought he might start to continue what he was doing before, he flipped me around and picked me up. Startled, I yelped in surprise and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to our bedroom. I feel how hard he his against me, how my want for him seems to be matched with an equal amount ferocity.
As we enter the room he shuts the door behind us and pushes me against it. His erection perfectly cradled between my thighs and against my center, his lips perfectly molding against mine. He rolls his hips deliciously into mine and with no need for his hands on my clit anymore, they wander. One on my breasts and the other on my bottom, the latter hand begins to move my slip up my body to remove it so that I'm left naked, and he, fully clothed. He's too covered. I move my hand from the grip that I had on his hair down to the belt on his trousers. Once he's unbuckled my hands move towards his shirt and rip it off his shoulders, as it was already unbuttoned. My legs that are wrapped around his waist move his pants down until they're no longer a problem and leaves him bare to rub against me. And together we move in a consistent pace.
"Elizabeth there's two things we can do right now," Philip said in a strained voice. "We can keep on doing this, going against one another until we lose ourselves, and my god does this feel good. Or I can take you right here, right now. I can be inside you, making you feel good. Making you feel better than you are at the moment."
My only response was a moan. I love it when he talks dirty, his words are like honey, so smooth, and sweet, and well put together, creating something perfect.
"Give me an answer Elizabeth. I need you to say something."
"Take me Philip, please, I need you," I whispered in his ear. My tongue soon following my words suit and swirling around his ear.
With a groan, he entered me and began to move quickly. The door that we're up against repeatedly making noise and slamming into it's frame more and more. God does this feel good, his pushing into me. I never want it to end. Absentmindedly, I think that our guards must hear the door slamming against the frame and how embarrassing it is for us. But the thought flies out of my mind when Philip rolls his hips to find just the right spot inside me forcing me to be only a breath away from screaming.
"Faster, please, go faster," I hurriedly said.
Philip continued his movements but a higher pace, both of us getting closer and closer to the edge. He's moving perfectly. So passionate and quick to match our arousal, so perfectly angled to touch me in the place that makes me see stars. In and out, in and out, faster and faster each time. I swear we've never had it at this leisure before. I love it.
"Do you like it like this Elizabeth? Do you like it this aggressive?"
"Yes, so much. Please Philip!" What I was begging for, I'm not sure.
With my admitions his rough movements, made his way to my neck and chest. The end is coming soon though, Philip is driving me to the sweet bliss that he's brought me to, so many times. I know it won't be long until I'm scratching his back and screaming his name. Just a few more pushes, just one more kiss, just one more twist of my nipple with his agile fingers is all I need to finish. Philip is going faster, still, letting me know that he's close too.
"Philip, with me. I want you to finish with me."
His response was a loud groan as he brought his hand between us to my core and his mouth to my nipple while his hand tended to my other one. And with one final thrust, I come apart in his arms, yelling his name and digging my nails in his back while he also finds his release and empties inside of me.
And together we stay at the door, catching our breath and equilibriums until Philip moves us both to the bed and we fall asleep in each others arms. Sleeping better together, than we ever do apart.