“I cannot imagine any husband or lover thinking of highly of me as you seem to, Cesare,” she replied quietly, staring up at him. His eyes were dark, full of quiet intensity as they regarded her in the faint glow of the moon as though even with all the stars glittering above them she was the only thing to exist. It took her a moment to realise they’d stilled, both breathing slightly faster than usual as though they really had been dancing. “Am I wrong to think so?” she murmured, tracing the line of his spine through the linen of his shirt and feeling him shiver under her touch.
“No, sis,” he said softly, thumb brushing her lips. His gaze was heavy on hers, full of the openness which she had wondered if she would ever find in it again. “My heart is yours, you know that.”
Source: Vignettes, by orphan_account – Borgias – Ambiguous Fandom [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, canon-divergence (no Paolo, no pregnancy). In the aftermath of her traumatic first marriage, Lucrezia feels lost except when she’s with Cesare. But even that has changed…