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I’m alive.
Marion Cotillard for Gloss Magazine, 2006
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And she loves me; She's waiting for me
All smiles. A shame none of their guest knew how wicked their king spoke under the guise of a simple kiss. "I will be upset." Stepping into the crowded room as they were announced by title and name. "I worked very hard on this dress. The last thing I want is to see it in ruin because my husband can not be patient." Giving him a mischievous grin. Leaning in to whisper in his ear. "But what lies under it, that you can tear to shreds with your teeth for all I care."
Marion Cotillard sends Léa Seydoux a wink at the “Juste la fin du monde” premiere red carpet during the 69th Cannes Film Festival (x)
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
Talia nods, the thought of food made her stomach growl. They sat together and enjoyed a late breakfast, relaxed, and fell back to sleep. One may say they had wasted their day, but Talia would disagree. She would not have had it any other way. Laying entangled in her husband’s hold, it was perfect. At least until they were awoken.
They dressed in their finest; she even wore a dress more fitting to the other women’s style. A long crimson skirt, embroidered with gold; her hair pinned in curls. Thankfully the corset was nowhere near as tight as before. Stepping out into the halls, eyes falling to her handsome husband, she smiled brightly.
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
His voice finally roused her. Her hair disarrayed and muscles tight. “What hour is it?” Glancing towards the window to see the high sun. “It’s late. Very late. Why did you not wake me?” Wrapping the sheet around her upper body. Standing, her legs feeling weak. “You’re already dressed...” Giving up and sitting back down. “People will think their queen is lazy.”
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
Resting her hand on his chest, her nails stroking over his skin. “I’m sure they were fighting every urge to come in here and beat you.” Rubbing her legs against him. “King or not. They would kill you if they thought you were hurting me.”
“Never.” He promises, “You are too precious to me.” He yawns then, their relaxed state lulling him to sleep. Gabriel smiles, eyes starting to close. “I may have overestimated my stamina.”
“Mmmm.” She mumbled half asleep. “You told me five times.” Stretching her sore legs. “I honestly believe I would have fallen apart if we tried anything else.” She dozed off before she could get another word out.
The sun was high by the time she stirred and her body immediately disagreed. She groned, rolling to the other side of the bed.
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
Resting her hand on his chest, her nails stroking over his skin. “I’m sure they were fighting every urge to come in here and beat you.” Rubbing her legs against him. “King or not. They would kill you if they thought you were hurting me.”
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
She was silent for a moment, focusing on the pounding in his chest. It was almost at the same rate as her own. "It was cold." Still not accustomed to the climate. It could be the warmest day but she would still be cold. "But I coped as any good wife should." Resting her head against his chest. "But some nights, most nights, I had an ache and my hands wandered."
A croaked grin played on her lips. "Unfortunately, I couldn't be as loud as we just were."
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
Talia watched, mesmerized by the way he licked clean her slick fingers. Forgetting for a moment she had control over her hand she traced his lips with her thumb. Her entire body ached as she moved, turning to face him. "My poor king." Kissing his lips and tasting herself. Her thighs cold from the cooling slick of sex coating them.
"It sounds like it was painful to endure." Teasing him of torturous lonely nights, even though hers were just as lonely. With no more strength she collapsed back onto the soft mattress.
And she loves me; She's waiting for me
That did it. That one demand, growled into her ear, was enough to send her over the edge. Her entire body shook and she screamed. Nails clawing into his skin where she held onto him. Her other hand gripped the headboard, rolling through each wave with him. Her scream fading off into cries and whimpers.
Marion Cotillard attends the ‘It’s Only The End Of The World (Juste La Fin Du Monde)’ Premiere during the 69th annual Cannes Film Festival at the Palais des Festivals on May 19, 2016 in Cannes, France.