In Aeternum (Actively Updating and Editing)

XIV: Paramour

Finally, some romance! Yay! This is the part where the story starts becoming more mature themed! Just a warning <3

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Almost like she walked out of a dream, there she was: Bathed in the light of the fireplace. A purple dressing gown hugged the curves that her ballgown had hidden. Orson didn't expect anyone to be here at this hour, but now that both of them were, all they could do was stare at each other. It felt like hours before he finally got the nerve to say something.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen..." the words escaped him before he could even think about it.

He was soon completely surrounded by the scent of her. She was like the earth after it rained, mixed with honeysuckle and sweet lilacs. A scent he had grown used to in the past, but now was even more intoxicating. Orson had never felt more sure of the words, "absence makes the heart grow fonder" than he was right then.

The honeyed scent had first hit him the moment he walked into the coronation chamber at dusk, and it was all he had been thinking about since.

Even in the darkness of the Library, she looked away from him like she was trying to hide her face, but he still saw it. The rosy flush of her cheeks. He could feel her from across the room, the pulsating warmth of her blood and the beating of her heart.

Earlier that night, when he was allowed to pick his dance partner for his first dance as king, he immediately took her into his arms. During that first song, it was like time slowed down just for them.

They shared a moment, one simple moment during that dance, and it meant everything to him even though he could feel that she wanted to leave as quickly as possible. She couldn't escape then because everyone was watching them, but here, now, she had every chance to run.

And still she stayed.

"Orson..."

Her voice was quiet, but the very sound sent a shiver of delight through his body.

It was the first time she had actually said his name all night. Not "Your Majesty", not "Your Highness", not "King"... Just "Orson."

"Say it again..." the vampire whimpered.

"Orson..."

He took a step towards her, asking her to repeat his name over and over again as he was finally in front of her; His little paramour.

Steeling her resolve, she looked back up at him. The magnetism between their bodies was easily ignored before - there were hundreds of people watching. But now that they were alone, it was hard for her not to want to reach out and touch him. Like the man before her was made to be touched.

"I love the way you say my name..." he murmured sweetly, one hand wrapping around her back and the other winding its way through her silvery tresses.

"Orson, I..." she began again, gazing into his eyes as they smoldered into her skin.

She reached up to place one of her hands on his shirt, "I'm so sorry..."

Orson hissed under his breath, the touch of her warm hand on his cold chest almost made him lose it, "I don't even want to think about that right now, I just want to enjoy this."

Her bottom lip quivered as he traced his thumb over her jaw, tilting her head to look up at him, "I should have done this a long time ago..."

She didn't even need to ask what he was talking about, it was written all over his face. He pulled her to him, lifting her off of the ground with the force at which he smashed her lips into his.