Belonging to the Iceman

Something Blue

Shantelle was busy in her workshop when Nicolas came in, with coffee for them and a delicious-looking cheesecake for morning tea.

"It's coming along beautifully Mon Amour!" Nico said, placing the bag and takeaway cups down on the table at the front of Shantelle's workshop.

She stopped chipping away at the smooth sandstone and smiled lovingly at her husband of almost a week.

"Why thank you, my darling Nicolas!" She said, removing her work glasses and placing her chisel and mallet down on the workbench.

As they sat and enjoyed their morning tea, sipping on their coffees, Nicolas smiled at the monument Shantelle was working on that was coming along nicely. A well-known French family, in Paris that had lost their grandson, and had a passion for ancient Egyptian history, had asked her to carve a metre-high obelisk.

She only had to complete the top and finish the description at the bottom, the epitaph.

He smiled at her and with a sexy wink, whispered in her ear "what say you and I, get into a little bit of hanky panky!"

She gazed at him with a shocked expression on her face and said "I am not getting all "hanky panky' with you in my workshop Mr Prost!"

He grinned again and began to kiss her bare neck "Come on Mrs Prost...no one will see us!"

"Nicolas anyone could come in and catch us red-handed! And I am not having that happen, here in Paris!" Shantelle told him.

Just when she thought he was going to give up on the idea, he got up and headed to the front doors, slowly he put up a sign that Shantelle couldn't see, and then he closed the big heavy doors and locked them.

"Nicolas Jean Prost? What are you up to?" Shantelle asked but really had a fair idea when he closed and locked the smaller door on the left-hand side of the front of the workshop.

"Shantelle Alissa Prost..." He said with lust and devotion in his voice, as he came over to her and held out his good hand "Come with me, sweetheart!"

She smiled as she let him lead her upstairs to a clean area with a lounge that folded out, there were fresh red rose petals sprinkled on the soft silk sheets, expensive and colourful pillows were arranged neatly on top of the sheets and a bottle of expensive champagne sitting on ice with two expensive bohemian crystal flutes completed everything, making it perfect.

"Oh, Mr Prost!!" Shantelle said, watching him pull his shirt over his head.

*

"Oh, Mon amour! That was AMAZING!" Nicolas said as they lay snuggled up together, sipping on the ice-cold champagne.

She had three or four love bites on her neck and, her naked body proudly displayed splashes of red and purple.

"Are you French always this...passionate?" She asked

He nibbled on her neck and said with the fire in his eyes "Oui, especially when we French have the most beautiful Australian wife in the whole world..."

She smiled and kissed him "Well we Australians..." then she saw a sight that made her squeal "Alain?!" Grabbing the silk sheet to pull over her chest, preventing her Father in law from having to look at her naked body.

"Père!?!" Nicolas yelped, feeling so embarrassed, going bright red.

Alain, as always remained cool and calm "I've just been talking to some of the men I used to race against and they want a wedding here in Paris, Nicolas and Shantelle. Bora Bora was truly beautiful, Oui! But you need to make it proper here in Paris, where you will settle down and... where you will bring your children up!"