((Contains material of an adult nature.))
The apartment Christian was currently occupying in the city wasn't fancy, but it was safe, warm, comfortable, and spacious enough for two, and it was home. Though he was by no means rich, money wasn't really an issue, and the apartment had all the creature comforts of home, including a soft bed big enough for two, which was where Merethyl was currently languishing, curled up under the blankets alone. From the trail of clothing strewn about the room, it looked like Christian had ignored Tony's advice, but if they were to be married, what did it matter" He would have liked to have taken his time with her, but both of them had been in too much of a hurry for that just yet, and they had collapsed from exhaustion in each other's arms soon after that first fire had burned itself out.
Thankfully, Merry had remembered to close her eyes when she entered her reverie for the night. Christian would likely not have reacted well to finding her eyes open as she did the equivalent of sleeping by his side, no matter how close they had become in the hours before sleep. Still, it was one of the more peaceful nights she had ever spent, reluctant to awaken for fear that everything that had gone before had been nothing but a dream. The sheets twisted as she stretched, allowing herself to yawn as her eyes opened to find herself alone in an unfamiliar bedroom. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed the sheet down, blushing to discover that she was still nude beneath their covering. So that part had not been a dream.
Almost as if on cue, the door to the bedroom swung open, and in entered Christian, tiptoeing across the room as much as he could while balancing a breakfast tray in his arms. He had a feeling she'd awake shortly after the sun rose, and so, he'd gotten out of bed ahead of her to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for them both, complete with a vase holding a single red rose. Where he might have gotten the thing from was anyone's guess, but if nothing else, he was resourceful. "Bonjour, mon amour," he greeted her with a smile as warm and bright as the morning sun. "I hope you're hungry." He was dressed in a blue robe, tied loosely at his waist, a pair of shorts peeking out from beneath, not because he was modest or shy, but because he had a feeling if he didn't make an attempt to cover himself, they might pick up where they left off the previous night and all his effort at making breakfast would go to waste.
Sleepily adoring eyes met him as he entered the room, unabashed by her own unclothed state as the sheets fell to her waist. "Good morning, melamin," she answered his greeting with soft affection, hoping her relief that none of what they had shared had been a dream wasn't too obvious in her smile. "Hungry?" Blinking, she forced her gaze to drop to the tray he held, and her smile deepened tenderly. "You made breakfast' I would have helped." Well, she would have tried to help. Meat wasn't really her area of expertise, but she had adapted to the more human-dominant diet of Rhy'Din well enough not to be averse to it entirely. Her hand reached out, pale in the sunlight, to touch his skin as he came closer. "Did you sleep well?"
He hadn't considered how the view of her there in his bed, naked to the waist with her tousled hair cascading gently past her shoulders, would spoil his breakfast plans by stirring his body's desire once more. Ah, but there was no smell of cooked meat coming from the tray or the kitchen, though she might have caught the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Like Tony, Christian was no slouch when it came to knowing his way around a kitchen. "Oui, I made breakfast. I hope you don't mind," he said as he set the tray very carefully on the bed before taking a seat beside her. Her touch was like fire against his skin, but he only took her hand in his and drew it to toward him for a brief brush of lips. What they had both shared last night was wild and ravaging and needful. What he wanted to give her today was romance. "Better because you were beside me," he replied, his breath warm against her flesh.
Her fingers twisted in his grasp to gently trace his lips as his breath warmed her skin. "Then we should never spend another night apart," she murmured almost teasingly. Irina would be expecting them in a few hours' time, but for now, ballet was the furthest thing from Merethyl's mind. "I would have you sleeping peacefully every night, if I could." Her lips brushed the pulse that beat in his throat affectionately, breathing in the scent of his skin with thrilling delight. "I missed you when I woke."
"I would have you beside me forever, if I can," he whispered back, touched by the gentleness in her voice and her words and her touch. Hang Irina. She could wait for them a little longer. This was in part her doing, anyway, though he was looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she heard the news. He sighed softly at the touch of Merry's lips against his throat, knowing if he let this go on much longer, the breakfast he had labored over would be cold, and they'd be late to the theater. "You need never miss me again," he whispered back, touching a soft kiss to her cheek and pausing to breathe her in.
Merry's smile brushed his throat once again before she drew back. As much as she wanted him, as certain as she was that she would never stop desiring him, he had gone to the trouble of waking before her and cooking them a breakfast to share, and she did not want to disappoint him. "I am sure I will not," she promised him tenderly, tearing her gaze from his to look about for something to cover herself with.
As much as they might like to, they could not live on love alone, after all. His gaze drifted briefly to admire the soft curves of pale flesh, a familiar ache reminding him how he had not had enough of her yet and might not ever have enough of her, but the hunger of the flesh would have to wait a while longer. There was always the shower, if she was amenable, and what better way to save water than to shower together" He seemed to sense she was looking for something with which to cover herself and he shrugged off the robe to lay it across her shoulders.
She laughed softly as he laid the robe about her shoulders, wriggling to slide her arms into the sleeves and cover herself a little more modestly. "Uncovering yourself to cover me," she teased him affectionately, rising up onto her knees to be sure the robe covered everything before she settled down once again. "Now I am the one who will have to behave myself in sight of you."
"Ah, but I am not completely naked," he pointed out, a hint of amusement touching his lips. "And you are far too distracting without clothing." It was hard enough dancing with her at times, though so far he had been the consummate professional. He touched an affectionate kiss to her lips before reaching for the tray. "Voila!" he exclaimed as he uncovered his masterpiece. What awaited his beloved wasn't anything so ordinary as bacon and eggs. Instead, she'd find crepes filled with fresh strawberries, fresh fruit, and coffee brewed to perfection.
She giggled at his qualification of their states, leaning comfortably into his side as he turned his attention to unveiling the meal he had created for them. "Oh, Christian, this is beautiful," she exclaimed, surprised and delighted with the food laid out before her. "You will spoil me." Her hand crept up to caress his cheek as she looked over the crepes, not entirely sure what they were, but recognizing the fruit and coffee easily enough. "What are the sweet sheets?"
He reached for a fork to cut into the crepes and offer her a bite. "Try them," he said, without explanation. Once she decided whether she liked them or not, he would tell her what they were called. He wasn't too sure what she was accustomed to eating, but he had never met anyone who didn't like crepes.
To her credit, Merry was decidedly more adventurous than some of the elves she lived with. She didn't hesitate to take the mouthful from the fork he offered her, her eyes laughingly suspicious as she chewed for a long moment. It was sweet, yes; soft, and thin enough to almost melt on her tongue. Licking her lips, she smiled up at Christian. "I have never tasted anything like that," she admitted. "What is it' It's delicious."
The apartment Christian was currently occupying in the city wasn't fancy, but it was safe, warm, comfortable, and spacious enough for two, and it was home. Though he was by no means rich, money wasn't really an issue, and the apartment had all the creature comforts of home, including a soft bed big enough for two, which was where Merethyl was currently languishing, curled up under the blankets alone. From the trail of clothing strewn about the room, it looked like Christian had ignored Tony's advice, but if they were to be married, what did it matter" He would have liked to have taken his time with her, but both of them had been in too much of a hurry for that just yet, and they had collapsed from exhaustion in each other's arms soon after that first fire had burned itself out.
Thankfully, Merry had remembered to close her eyes when she entered her reverie for the night. Christian would likely not have reacted well to finding her eyes open as she did the equivalent of sleeping by his side, no matter how close they had become in the hours before sleep. Still, it was one of the more peaceful nights she had ever spent, reluctant to awaken for fear that everything that had gone before had been nothing but a dream. The sheets twisted as she stretched, allowing herself to yawn as her eyes opened to find herself alone in an unfamiliar bedroom. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed the sheet down, blushing to discover that she was still nude beneath their covering. So that part had not been a dream.
Almost as if on cue, the door to the bedroom swung open, and in entered Christian, tiptoeing across the room as much as he could while balancing a breakfast tray in his arms. He had a feeling she'd awake shortly after the sun rose, and so, he'd gotten out of bed ahead of her to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for them both, complete with a vase holding a single red rose. Where he might have gotten the thing from was anyone's guess, but if nothing else, he was resourceful. "Bonjour, mon amour," he greeted her with a smile as warm and bright as the morning sun. "I hope you're hungry." He was dressed in a blue robe, tied loosely at his waist, a pair of shorts peeking out from beneath, not because he was modest or shy, but because he had a feeling if he didn't make an attempt to cover himself, they might pick up where they left off the previous night and all his effort at making breakfast would go to waste.
Sleepily adoring eyes met him as he entered the room, unabashed by her own unclothed state as the sheets fell to her waist. "Good morning, melamin," she answered his greeting with soft affection, hoping her relief that none of what they had shared had been a dream wasn't too obvious in her smile. "Hungry?" Blinking, she forced her gaze to drop to the tray he held, and her smile deepened tenderly. "You made breakfast' I would have helped." Well, she would have tried to help. Meat wasn't really her area of expertise, but she had adapted to the more human-dominant diet of Rhy'Din well enough not to be averse to it entirely. Her hand reached out, pale in the sunlight, to touch his skin as he came closer. "Did you sleep well?"
He hadn't considered how the view of her there in his bed, naked to the waist with her tousled hair cascading gently past her shoulders, would spoil his breakfast plans by stirring his body's desire once more. Ah, but there was no smell of cooked meat coming from the tray or the kitchen, though she might have caught the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Like Tony, Christian was no slouch when it came to knowing his way around a kitchen. "Oui, I made breakfast. I hope you don't mind," he said as he set the tray very carefully on the bed before taking a seat beside her. Her touch was like fire against his skin, but he only took her hand in his and drew it to toward him for a brief brush of lips. What they had both shared last night was wild and ravaging and needful. What he wanted to give her today was romance. "Better because you were beside me," he replied, his breath warm against her flesh.
Her fingers twisted in his grasp to gently trace his lips as his breath warmed her skin. "Then we should never spend another night apart," she murmured almost teasingly. Irina would be expecting them in a few hours' time, but for now, ballet was the furthest thing from Merethyl's mind. "I would have you sleeping peacefully every night, if I could." Her lips brushed the pulse that beat in his throat affectionately, breathing in the scent of his skin with thrilling delight. "I missed you when I woke."
"I would have you beside me forever, if I can," he whispered back, touched by the gentleness in her voice and her words and her touch. Hang Irina. She could wait for them a little longer. This was in part her doing, anyway, though he was looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she heard the news. He sighed softly at the touch of Merry's lips against his throat, knowing if he let this go on much longer, the breakfast he had labored over would be cold, and they'd be late to the theater. "You need never miss me again," he whispered back, touching a soft kiss to her cheek and pausing to breathe her in.
Merry's smile brushed his throat once again before she drew back. As much as she wanted him, as certain as she was that she would never stop desiring him, he had gone to the trouble of waking before her and cooking them a breakfast to share, and she did not want to disappoint him. "I am sure I will not," she promised him tenderly, tearing her gaze from his to look about for something to cover herself with.
As much as they might like to, they could not live on love alone, after all. His gaze drifted briefly to admire the soft curves of pale flesh, a familiar ache reminding him how he had not had enough of her yet and might not ever have enough of her, but the hunger of the flesh would have to wait a while longer. There was always the shower, if she was amenable, and what better way to save water than to shower together" He seemed to sense she was looking for something with which to cover herself and he shrugged off the robe to lay it across her shoulders.
She laughed softly as he laid the robe about her shoulders, wriggling to slide her arms into the sleeves and cover herself a little more modestly. "Uncovering yourself to cover me," she teased him affectionately, rising up onto her knees to be sure the robe covered everything before she settled down once again. "Now I am the one who will have to behave myself in sight of you."
"Ah, but I am not completely naked," he pointed out, a hint of amusement touching his lips. "And you are far too distracting without clothing." It was hard enough dancing with her at times, though so far he had been the consummate professional. He touched an affectionate kiss to her lips before reaching for the tray. "Voila!" he exclaimed as he uncovered his masterpiece. What awaited his beloved wasn't anything so ordinary as bacon and eggs. Instead, she'd find crepes filled with fresh strawberries, fresh fruit, and coffee brewed to perfection.
She giggled at his qualification of their states, leaning comfortably into his side as he turned his attention to unveiling the meal he had created for them. "Oh, Christian, this is beautiful," she exclaimed, surprised and delighted with the food laid out before her. "You will spoil me." Her hand crept up to caress his cheek as she looked over the crepes, not entirely sure what they were, but recognizing the fruit and coffee easily enough. "What are the sweet sheets?"
He reached for a fork to cut into the crepes and offer her a bite. "Try them," he said, without explanation. Once she decided whether she liked them or not, he would tell her what they were called. He wasn't too sure what she was accustomed to eating, but he had never met anyone who didn't like crepes.
To her credit, Merry was decidedly more adventurous than some of the elves she lived with. She didn't hesitate to take the mouthful from the fork he offered her, her eyes laughingly suspicious as she chewed for a long moment. It was sweet, yes; soft, and thin enough to almost melt on her tongue. Licking her lips, she smiled up at Christian. "I have never tasted anything like that," she admitted. "What is it' It's delicious."