In my research for Claire about the life of a Grand Duchess, I found a pretty amusing passage about the relationship between Grand Duchess Xenia and her husband. It's a little long but I promise you it's worth it.
Xenia's romance with Alexander, when it came, was fast and furious, intense to the point of embarrassment. Nicholas [II] reported to his brother George, "They have become quite impossible, presumably from prolonged yearning and being so used to each other. They spend the who day kissing, embracing, and lying around on the furniture in the most improper manner." A month later George, having spent some time with his sister and her fiance, was forced to agree: "I was indeed amazed at the gymnastics, sucking, sniffing and similar activities which these two people indulged in all day long. They almost broke the ottoman and behaved in the most improper way; for instance they would lie down on top of each other, even in my presence, in what you might call an attempt to play Papa and Mama."
"They almost broke the ottoman." That's all have have to say. They almost broke the ottoman.
FROM THE COURT OF THE LAST TSAR, BY GREG KLING
Xenia's romance with Alexander, when it came, was fast and furious, intense to the point of embarrassment. Nicholas [II] reported to his brother George, "They have become quite impossible, presumably from prolonged yearning and being so used to each other. They spend the who day kissing, embracing, and lying around on the furniture in the most improper manner." A month later George, having spent some time with his sister and her fiance, was forced to agree: "I was indeed amazed at the gymnastics, sucking, sniffing and similar activities which these two people indulged in all day long. They almost broke the ottoman and behaved in the most improper way; for instance they would lie down on top of each other, even in my presence, in what you might call an attempt to play Papa and Mama."
"They almost broke the ottoman." That's all have have to say. They almost broke the ottoman.
FROM THE COURT OF THE LAST TSAR, BY GREG KLING