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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 13, 2008 11:58:23 GMT -5
Her words filled me with such a rush of warmth and love I nearly gasped with it. I had been so afraid I was going to lose her to the plague, the thought still ate at me.
I closed my eyes for a moment and brought her hand up, laying my cheek against it. “I love you so much Miri,” I said softly, opening my eyes and looking at her. “I don’t want to live the rest of my life if I can’t have you in it.”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 13, 2008 15:00:16 GMT -5
His touch was so tender and heartfelt that it stole my breath away; not a hard feat given the plague had left me winded easily and weaker than I had been, but given I'd not moved... I curled my fingers into his face and cupped his cheek as he held it, stroking my thumb along his cheekbone. "I don't either, August," I whispered. "I cannot wait to marry you, to be your wife. I love you with every last inch of me that possibly can."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 13, 2008 18:50:44 GMT -5
Leaning in, I kissed her cheek softly. “You make me so happy,” I whispered against her perfect skin.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 14, 2008 13:33:32 GMT -5
"I hope I only make you happier,"I murmured, smiling softly as I shifted, catching his lips with mine. I kissed him gently, but my breath shook against his cheek a little as I sought to keep control of my inner desires.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 14, 2008 13:46:01 GMT -5
Her kiss surprised me and I couldn’t stop the very soft moan from escaping me at the feel of her lips.
“Keep that up and we’ll miss lunch,” I whispered, smiling against her lips.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 14, 2008 14:39:35 GMT -5
I pulled back a bare inch, enough that I could grin at him before I kissed him again, my mouth working a little more, tongue tracing his lower lip.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 14, 2008 14:48:21 GMT -5
I moaned, louder this time and felt my phallus begin to harden inside the confines of my breeches.
“Oh gods,” I whispered. “Miri…I …we…” I was babbling softly but all I could think of was how much I wanted her.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 14, 2008 15:07:13 GMT -5
The way he spoke made the butterflies stir within my stomach, made my breath shorten considerably. "I'm sorry," I murmured as I sat back a little. "I shouldn't have; you want to wait," I murmured, my cheeks beginning to take on the color of shame, but with it came the color of desire. I couldn't help it. I ached for him, ached for him every day and every night, but I respected him as well and what he wished.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 14, 2008 15:08:30 GMT -5
“I don’t know if I can wait,” I admitted softly. “I want to be with you.”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 14, 2008 16:23:06 GMT -5
I looked at him, trying not to gape. I swallowed, trying to quell the swirl in my stomach before licking my lips. "I want to be with you too," I said, my hand still in his, squeezing it softly, "but I don't want to make you compromise your ideals, either," I admitted. I had to force myself to say it, and I wanted to groan after it came out.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 14, 2008 19:26:17 GMT -5
Her words made me smile, and chuckle softly. “I wanted to prove myself to you,” I said, bringing my other hand up to caress her cheek. “I wanted you to know how serious I am about wanting to marry you. Am I wrong in thinking you believie my sincerity?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 15, 2008 10:23:13 GMT -5
My smile bloomed a little more, and I leaned inot his hand. "I've never doubted your sincerity, August," I said softly. "Not from the moment you told me you loved me. That's what made it harder; because I knew you were telling me the truth, and I knew what I had to do. But in a way, it made it easier, too... I knew you would never make my life hard on me. That you would always be there, that I could always trust you." I turned my face, kissing his palm softly.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 15, 2008 11:07:44 GMT -5
Her words brought tears to my eyes. She didn’t know everything I’d done, but for those horrible months it had been so obvious that a person on the street could have seen it. The fact that she could love me like this was proof that part of me was dead.
Still, there was one more thing I had to tell her before I let her commit herself fully to me. I had to tell her about Mara, but not here.
I smiled tenderly. “How about after lunch we go back to my suite at the Palace?” I suggested
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 18, 2008 11:01:55 GMT -5
I saw the tears in his eyes, and it was all I could do not to croon softly and touch his face. He was so beautiful inside and out, and I was still amazed that life had turned out the way it had. "That sounds wonderful," I said softly as I slid my hand along his, feeling the way his palm moved against mine, the ripple of his fingers. "I suppose we should get back to ordering, then," I added with a smile that was both looking forward to leaving and reluctant to leave this moment.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 18, 2008 11:24:59 GMT -5
“That will probably move things along,” I said, chuckling. Smiling, I squeezed her hand softly and then sat back to look at my menu.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 18, 2008 14:07:23 GMT -5
I smiled softly and dropped my attention back to my menu, glancing over it and finding the dish I'd wanted in the first place. Setting it back down again, I clasped my hands in my lap, remaining quiet so he could read in peace.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 18, 2008 17:38:23 GMT -5
“What are you having?” I asked Miri, having trouble coming to a decision for myself.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 18, 2008 18:21:36 GMT -5
"Shrimp Crêpe Florentine," I said with a grin. "I haven't had it since I was last in Azzalle."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 18, 2008 18:58:46 GMT -5
I wrinkled my nose. I don’t care for spinach.
“Well that doesn’t help,” I said with a chuckle, smiling at her over my menu.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 18, 2008 19:35:20 GMT -5
"Let me guess," I said, grinning wider as I began teasing him. "You want some sort of meat, right?"
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 18, 2008 23:06:29 GMT -5
“And no spinach,” I said, making a face and then chuckling.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 18, 2008 23:38:08 GMT -5
I laughed. "You can order it without the spinach," I teased. "What about something simple, such as rosemary pork?"
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 18, 2008 23:52:14 GMT -5
“The pork sounds good,” I said, nodding and setting down my menu. “I always hate ordering food without things or with extra things. These chefs get the food how they want it, who am I to tell them it’s wrong?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 19, 2008 9:47:40 GMT -5
"The person who is paying the bill," I said with a grin. "I don't care for onion myself, but there's a lot of dishes out there that have it in it. It can be hard to get around sometimes."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 19, 2008 10:41:00 GMT -5
“I didn’t know you didn’t like onion,” I said, tilting my head slightly and smiling. “All these deep dark secret’s you’ve been keeping from me.”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 20, 2008 23:08:06 GMT -5
I shook my head as if I were embarrassed. "Oh, one slip of the tongue and instant suspicion," I teased back.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 21, 2008 10:21:43 GMT -5
“Not suspicion, curiosity,” I said, grinning.
The waiter returned and asked if we were ready. I looked at Miri, letting her order first.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 21, 2008 14:09:39 GMT -5
I grinned at August before turning to the waiter, giving him a smile of greet. "I'll have the shrimp crêpe florentine," I said before glancing to August, done with my half of order.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Aug 21, 2008 14:30:05 GMT -5
“Rosemary pork,” I ordered, smiling at the waiter. He took out menus and bowed before hurrying off.
“So, my love,” I said, smiling at Miri. “What other secret food hates are you hiding from me?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 22, 2008 23:44:34 GMT -5
"I'm not the biggest fan of candies," I said with a grin. "I like sweets, but only rarely. What of you, August?" My betrothed. I looked at him, my future husband, my love, and felt my heart warm all over again.
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