The Greatest Mind I Ever Knew

Chapter 32: Unspeakable Things

The hour was very late by the time Lotan and I finally got to our hotel in Paris. I don't know how on earth we made it there in one piece! My husband had been good with the directions, and while he flew us through France in his roaring Bugatti (attracting far more attention than I liked), he kept pointing out places he remembered from his childhood: the church he'd attended every Sunday, the parks he'd played in as a child, and the little street alcoves where he'd learnt to French kiss as a teenager. He talked and talked and talked, but his fast driving meant I only saw blurs of the past scenes he was describing to me, and all the excitement of the day had drained his ability to speak English clearly, so half the time I was nodding along with no idea what he was really talking about! But I was tipsy, giggly and overexcited too, so I merely sat in my husband's passenger seat, staring at him, stroking his hair and face and shoulder and arm and thigh while he rambled on.

When we finally reached the hotel, Lotan swung his car into the middle of two parking spaces, killed the engine, and turned straight to me. His grin was almost wicked.
'No, no, wait!' I squealed excitedly when he suddenly pounced. 'Wait, baby! Let's get inside first!'
               But he couldn't stop himself, so I bit his lip, shoved him away, then opened my car door and took off running towards the hotel. Lotan chased after me, laughing like a hyena and howling like a wolf.
               'Did you lock the car?' I whispered through giggles as we entered the building and strode urgently up to the front desk. Lotan nodded, his hands holding my shoulders.
'You need something? Your bag?'
'No, it can wait -'
'Monsieur Dufont!' the hotel receptionist greeted my husband - or should I say, gushed over my husband. Shaking his hand fervently, she looked straight through me, his crazy-haired, wild-eyed zombie bride, and welcomed him in French. I rolled my eyes, expecting a polite, meek response from Lotan and probably a long conversation between the two I wouldn't understand, but he very bluntly said,
'Bonjour, Madame, merci. Please give us the key, we are very tired.'
               The lady looked at us like she knew what that was code for. I blushed, but accepted the key from her hand soon enough and Lotan and I flew up the stairs to our honeymoon suite.

By 4am we'd collapsed side by side on the Queen-sized bed, limp and utterly spent. Lotan fell asleep for a while. I couldn't. I was a wide awake kind of exhausted, still unable to believe I was married now! And to Lotan Pierre Dufont! It was every dream of mine come true all at once - of course I couldn't sleep! I didn't want to! I just wanted to lie there beside my beloved husband, staring at his beautiful face and singing to myself, 'He's mine now! He belongs to me! I put that ring on his finger! He's all mine now, forever...'
               Through the twilight hours I whispered little 'I love you's Lotan couldn't hear, just because I had to say it. I planted little kisses on his face he couldn't feel just because I had to do it. I was so unbelievably happy right then! I could have watched my husband sleep for eternity, his dark eyelashes perfectly still, his thick eyebrows relaxed, his lips parted ever so slightly.
               When my husband awoke in the morning I brought him breakfast in bed. I'd never done that before: I'd never had the opportunity! But Lotan refused the food anyway, pulled me onto his lap and kissed me.
'Hey, hey!' I giggled, tearing my lips away. 'Let me have my coffee first, Lotan!'
'No, no, no coffee.' he purred quietly, keeping his hands on my hips and eyes locked to mine. I melted a little. My body burst into a puddle when he added, 'I dreamed of you, Mrs Dufont.'
               Instantly I grabbed Lotan by the head and opened my mouth against his like a lioness devouring her prey. His groaned rumbled down my throat, but when he zealously rolled me onto my back, my shoulder nudged the breakfast tray beside our bed and knocked over one of the coffee mugs. Lotan had gasped and nudged my shoulder out of the way of the hot liquid before I'd even noticed it was spilling onto the bed!
               With wide eyes I stared up at his worried face.
'Wow.' I exhaled. 'You were really fast. My hero.'
               Lotan relaxed only a little.
'But,' he said quietly, 'I, I, I, er, stain this, on the bed. We are in trouble now, I think!'
'It's okay.' I told him through a giggle. 'Housekeeping will sort it out.'
'But, but they, er, they giving us big bill for this, I think -'
'Hey, baby, relax.' I reached up and stroked his shaggy hair. Lotan nibbled his lip. 'Just focus on me. You're gorgeous, I'm gorgeous, and we're both naked!'
               My groom finally smiled.
'You are very gorgeous, yes, my love.' he murmured softly. 'I want nothing else in the world right now, dear lady. Only you.'
               I looked up into Lotan's big brown eyes, feeling mine sparkle with delight. I felt so unbelievably happy right then, as if fireworks were being lit inside every limb, muscle and vein of my body. They exploded all at once when he lowered his body against mine and kissed me.