Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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Territorial and Proud
It wasn’t that Elain didn’t like Vassa. The enchanted queen was very friendly and pleasant.
But she had a very loud personality and made Lucien laugh.
She made Lucien laugh a lot and while Elain always wanted Lucien in a good mood and laughing, she didn’t like it when other females made him laugh. Constantly.
It also didn’t help that Vassa’s visit came around the time of their mating frenzy, which had barely passed.
So it wasn’t that Elain didn’t like her. She actually liked her quite a bit! They would absolutely become the closest of friends. It was just that...she found herself a tad territorial around her mate. In that irrational way the mating frenzy could make a person.
And in Elain’s humble opinion, Vassa had over-welcomed her stay.
So the logical thing was to remind the very nice, very friendly queen, that she needed to go home. This logical thing included no pants.
Elain’s bare feet padded softly down the stairs and into the hall, towards the dining area of the House of Wind where she knew they would all be. By they, she meant everyone and by everyone, she specifically meant Lucien and Vassa.
She ran her fingers through her loose hair, letting it fall over her shoulder and down her back as she fixed Lucien’s tunic on her frame. She swam in it, the sleeve falling off one shoulder, and only reaching her mid-thighs. It smelled like their scents mixed together and if that wasn’t encouragement enough for the others to scatter on sight, Elain already had another way in mind.
She didn’t even have to say a word when she came into the room. She knew she had Lucien’s attention instantly, knew she had everyone’s attention now but Elain chose to head to the dining table that had an array of finger food arranged on it instead. The silence that followed her entrance merely confirmed to her that indeed, she had left everyone speechless.
Human Elain would’ve fainted at the sight of this Elain. But this Elain had shed human etiquette a long time ago.
“Dove. You seem to be forgetting something.”
Lucien’s voice was breathless in her ear. His face was flushed as he stood in front of her, shielding her from everyone else’s sight. Her gaze dropped down to the crotch of his pants where his arousal was evident and Elain met his gaze again with a coy smile.
“No. I’m not forgetting anything.”
“You’re not wearing any pants.”
“I’m not wearing panties either.”
“Elain.”
“Does it bother you that I’m not wearing anything but your shirt?” she asked, innocently blinking at him, shifting a little so that she was once again in full view of their audience. She watched him run a hand over his lips.
“Not in the slightest.” he replied quietly, shifting in front of her once more. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re doing it in front of everyone else.”
“Because I like people to know that I’m yours. And that you’re mine.” Elain replied. Her eyes flickered to the table then back to him and she smiled, shifting again. “Do you think people would know that if we fucked on the table?”
She saw, felt, and heard his breath hitch and Elain knew he was seconds away from whining.
“Elain.” he begged, his body in front of hers, shielding her away from the others once more. “People already know about us, dove. We have nothing to prove.”
“Who said anything about proving to anyone?” she questioned with a quirked brow. “What if I just want you to fuck me on this table? Right here, right now.”
Lucien’s fists clenched, the scent of their arousal taking over the room and Elain was vaguely aware of their said audience trying to scatter away from them as quickly as possible.
“We have guests.” he said quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose and she giggled.
“They can watch.” she replied and tugged gently at the end of his tunic. Her cheeks heated at her own bold words. “I don’t mind.”
Lucien growled, his control finally snapping. The table had been cleared — Rhys seemed to know what would happen next — and Lucien had Elain sprawled on the table in the next second, a whimper slipping from her lips as he tore at the tunic, the shirt falling open – like Elain was a gift he was meant to unwrap.
“When I fuck you, dove,” he began, spreading her legs, his hands slowly trailing up and down her body. “I am the only one who gets the privilege of watching you unravel.”
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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Quickie for Luck (NSFW)
“Lucien, hurry — please —”
A slap to her ass had her whimpering as Lucien shoved her against the bathroom sink, skirts up, and yanked the little lacy excuse of panties down.
“Hush dove, we can’t let them hear you. The high lords won’t approve.”
“Please, please, please.” she begged but Lucien only smacked her ass again. She moaned quietly and Lucien smirked.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet, aren’t you, pet?” he whispered in her ear, one hand gently wrapped around her throat, pulling her against him as his fingers rubbed at her bundle of nerves.
“Lucien.” she whined as his hand went lower and he started slowly pumping two fingers in her and Elain arched against him. He yanked her closer and another breathless moan escaped her lips.
“You have to stop giving me those looks before we go to these meetings, dove. Otherwise, I’ll spend more time fucking you in corners and bathrooms than I’ll spend talking to people.” he said calmly, his thumb working her bundle of nerves as the pace of his fingers quickened and Elain mewled softly, her hands clenching at his forearms.
“I want you to fuck me.” she breathed. “Please fuck me.”
A feral grin replaced Lucien’s smirk and in an instant, he had replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust, filling her to the hilt and Elain let out a scandalous sound that Lucien was sure everyone else in the building had heard.
The hand on her throat tightened slightly and the lightheadedness heightened all her senses. His other arm snaked around her waist and Elain tighten her grip on him with one hand while the other held onto the counter of the sink as Lucien began a frantic rhythm of hard thrusts. Filthy words, moans, and heavy panting filled the small space and when Elain let out another needy whine, Lucien knew she was as close as he was. He met her gaze in the mirror and the sight of her biting her lip, eyes rolling back had him thrusting quicker, closer to the edge they both needed to reach.
“Come for me, dove.” he breathed in her ear and she moaned. “Now.”
Elain’s body stilled as her walls tightened around him, whimpering his name as Lucien cursed, spilling himself in her with a low groan. Elain crumbled against him and Lucien held her, his thumb lightly caressing her throat as they breathed heavily.
He placed a gentle kiss on her temple as he pulled out then quickly cleaned them both up while Elain leaned against the sink, a dazed look in her eyes. Lucien leaned in, brushing his lips on her neck, her jawline, and then her lips.
“Now behave for the rest of the meeting and I promise we’ll have more fun afterward, sound good?” he murmured, fixing his pants then her skirts.
“What kind of fun?” she asked with a breathless giggle.
“The kind that has you on all fours with a collar around your throat.”
“And if I don’t behave?”
“You’ll still be on all fours but you’ll be punished instead.”
“Will you spank me?” Elain asked with a coy smile and heated cheeks causing Lucien to chuckle.
“I most definitely will, even though you like it too much.” he replied, pulling her against him again, his hand snaking towards her ass and pinching, earning him a squeal. “Let’s go pretend to be presentable and see how you do.”
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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A Touch of Your Love
Lucien waited a few minutes, watching her from afar. He stood at the edge of the garden and watched as his beautiful mate moved about, surrounded by flowers of every kind. Her face was scrunched in concentration as she watered her plants, her floppy garden hat shielding her from the sun. He smiled and quietly approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist when he neared, sliding the watering can out of her hand and letting it land on the ground.
Elain smiled as he gently placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Hello, dove.” he whispered softly in her ear and she giggled.
“Hello, love.”
“How are the flowers?”
“I’m taking care of them so they’re doing well.” she said, turning her head to give him a cheeky smile that had him chuckling and he leaned in to kiss her lips this time.
“Anything those lovely hands touch will always do well. Why do you think I’m in such good condition?”
Elain rolled her eyes but turned to face him and Lucien tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her fully against him. “Because I keep touching you?” she asked innocently.
“Mmm. I do love it when you touch me.” he responded, a sly grin appearing on his face and she returned his grin with a sly smile of her own.
“I love it when you touch me too.”
“If your touch keeps me well, what does my touch do to you?” he asked with a quirked brow, a hand sliding down to lightly squeeze her rear and Elain flushed.
“It makes me bloom.” she whispered then yanked him down by his shirt, crashing her lips against his. Lucien let out a growl, hoisting her up and Elain wrapped her legs around his as he lowered them down among the field of flowers.
When the two finally straightened themselves — moments, or hours or was it days later, they weren’t too sure, — Elain found that she had space to plant quite a few new flower beds.
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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Bringing Sexy Back
Lucien’s head shot up as the front door of his home slammed shut.
“Elain?”
He could only blink rapidly as his mate came stomping into the room, face flushed in anger and she stood in front of him, arms crossed.
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.” he immediately blurted but Elain’s angry scowl only deepened.
“It’s not you.”
“Then what’s wrong, dove? Who do I have to fight?”
“Feyre!”
Lucien blinked. “Yeah, no. Not going there, love. Sorry.”
“Lucien!” she growled then stomped her foot, pointing at him. “Tell me the truth!”
“…Alright.”
“Do you think I’m sexy or not?”
Lucien blinked again and his lips twitched. “Uh, of course, I do, dove.”
“I’m serious!” she whined then angrily threw herself on the couch next to him, arms still crossed, scowl still present. “I can be sexy, can’t I?”
He gave her a bewildered look and then snorted. “Elain, where is this coming from?”
Her face fell. “You don’t think I’m sexy?”
“I — I think you’re beautiful, dove. Adorable, stunning, and you definitely can be sexy.” he immediately replied.
“But it’s not the first thing you think of when you think of me, is it?” She asked with a pout. “I’m not considered sexy at all, am I?”
Lucien choked back a laugh. “Elain. The first thing I think of when I see you is how you’re the love of my life. Physical appearance comes way down the list.”
“Ugh, this isn’t the moment to be romantic, Lucien!” Elain said with a huff and he laughed.
“You’re sooo sexy, Elain. Such a sexy pout, my pants get so incredibly tight at the sight of you.”
“Lucien.” she warned.
“Especially when you go around stomping childishly. Too sexy. I can barely handle myself.”
“Keep talking, Lucien Vanserra and I promise you —”
“Stop it, Elain. You’re too sexy when you start threatening me, I just can’t take it.”
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to —”
“That’s it, I’m coming in my pants, be prepared to help me clean.”
“Lucien!”
He finally burst out laughing and Elain huffed, swatting at him, which only caused Lucien to laugh harder. It took him a moment to settle down while she glared daggers at him and finally Lucien sighed.
“What’s this about?”
Elain scowled. “We were looking at dresses and Feyre said this beautiful dress I tried on was too sexy for me but then Nesta tried it on and she said it was perfect for her.” she said. “Meaning I’m not sexy enough to wear it! I told them I could be sexy too but they just started teasing me!”
Lucien bit back another laugh, his lips twitching.
“It’s because I’m not as curvy as they are. And I have small boobs. It’s always the boobs!”
“I love your small boobs, dove.”
She glared at him and he cleared his throat, blinking innocently at her.
“You think this is hilarious, don’t you?”
“No.”
“I see your face, Lucien! Go ahead, laugh!”
He let out a little chuckle and then pulled her against him. “They were just giving you some sisterly love.” he began and Elain made a noise of protest. “Besides, you will always be the sexiest to me. My favorite Archeron sister by far.”
She turned her head to face him and quirked a brow to find him grinning. “Oh, now you play the favorites card, huh.”
“But you are my favorite.”
“I better be.”
“I think you’re very sexy. So sexy.” he continued, nodding. “Too sexy that there aren’t enough words that could properly describe it.”
“Alright, that’s enough.”
“No, no. You must understand. You are the perfect amount of sexy in every way.”
“Enough now.”
“But you’re so incredibly sexy, Elain. I don’t think you understand that I’m about to explode at the sight of you.”
She rolled her eyes with a snort. “Which part of you is about to explode?”
“You know which part, my little dove. Don’t be coy.” he said with a grin. “I can take my pants right off to give you a view if you’d like. Easier for you to help me with it.”
“I think you can help yourself just fine.”
“So sexy.” he whispered, wiggling his eyebrows and Elain’s lips twitched.
“You’re the worst.”
“Even when you’re insulting me, it’s so sexy it hurts.”
“The worst.” she repeated.
“Remember when you fell off the chair while trying to seduce me on our last date night? The sexiest.”
“That happened one time! You said you’d never bring it up again!” Elain gaped with a flush and he burst out laughing all over again.
“I’m just giving you an example of how you could fall off chairs and still be sexy, dove.” Lucien said with a grin and she glared at him. “Sexiness intensified.”
“I’ve never going to try to seduce you again.” she replied with a huff, crossing her arms and Lucien chuckled.
“That’s alright, I’ll do all the work from now on.”
“You sure will be!” she said, shooting him a glare that was more playful than her previous ones and he grinned. “So you can make up for this unsupportive behavior.”
He exaggerated a gasp. “I am anything but unsupportive. Take off your clothes right now and I’ll show you how supportive I can be.”
She rolled her eyes again and fought back a smile. “You just want me naked.”
“Anything to support all that sexiness you have.”
She groaned. “I should’ve never said anything!”
“I’m going to have a shirt made that says ‘Elain is the sexiest Archeron sister’ on the front and then ‘She’s my mate, suck it’ on the back. Thoughts?”
“I’m going to choke you.”
“Elain, you know that only turns me on.”
“Lucien!”
“This is a losing battle, dove. Claim your losses and just get naked. We’ll both be happy.”
Elain squinted at him then sighed. “Fine. But I want cake after.”
Lucien gave her a wink and a smile. “Anything for the sexiest female in Prythian.”
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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Only the Beginning
Elain hummed quietly to herself, adjusting the flower crown on her head as she waited for Lucien to come home. He had noticed something had been off about her lately and while he hadn’t pushed her to share, Elain knew it was bothering him not to know.
Nothing was wrong, of course. Elain was just trying to surprise him and he was terrible at waiting to be surprised. She was also terrible at hiding surprises.
Elain was seated by their little patio table in the garden and she tapped it for Cinnamon to climb up and settle next to the gift beautifully wrapped on the table.
“Now sit still, Cinnamon. This has to be perfect.” Elain mumbled to their cat who only meowed in response as Elain settled a custom-made flower crown on the cat’s head. By now, Cinnamon knew better than to rip it off —Elain had trained her well.
The two waited, Elain closing her eyes, letting the afternoon sun wash over her. Moments later, Lucien’s voice called out.
“Elain?”
“In the garden, love.” she replied and turned to face him when he neared, smiling. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips then paused.
“What’s this?” he asked, his gaze shifting curiously between the wrapped box to Cinnamon and her flower crown.
Suddenly nervous, Elain fiddled with her own. “It’s a surprise. Cinnamon and I put it together for you.” she replied and Lucien chuckled.
“You and Cinnamon, hm?”
“We’re a team.” Elain said, petting the cat slowly. “Open it.”
Lucien met her gaze and she knew he could see how nervous she was. Though she had no reason to be. There was nothing to be nervous about, that much she knew. Still.
His hand came to rest over hers. “You alright? Things have been odd for a few days…is there anything you want to talk about it?” he asked her quietly and she shook her head with a chuckle.
“No. I want you to open your gift. I — you’ll understand when you open it.”
Lucien looked at her for another heartbeat then brought her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “Alright.”
She smiled at him and gently pushed the box towards him. Lucien opened the lid and then looked at her curiously.
“You’re this nervous to give me a flower crown?” he asked and she rolled her eyes.
“There’s more under it! Put it on then look again!” She urged him and he immediately obeyed, adjusting his own flower crown on his head and then he paused.
Lucien paused and Elain bit her lip, holding her breath.
It was like time had stopped and Elain’s heart was beating way too fast for it to be alright, her eyes never wavering off her mate, who was still staring inside the box.
“Well?” she finally whispered after a lifetime of silence and Lucien slowly looked up at her.
“This is real?” he asked her in a hoarse whisper and she nodded, beaming.
“Real.”
For inside the box, Elain had placed an additional flower crown. A smaller one. With a card settled in the middle of the crown that said: Roses are red, violets are blue. Inside me, beats two hearts for you.
“We’re having a baby.” Lucien stated and Elain nodded.
“Yes.”
“We’re having a baby.” he repeated, a finger pointing between the two of them, and Elain nodded again with a laugh.
“Yes!”
“We’re having a baby!” Lucien exclaimed, shooting out of his seat, causing Cinnamon to dart off the patio table with a screech.
“Yes!” Elain confirmed with a laugh, happy tears lining her eyes and Lucien let out a noise of disbelief before falling to his knees in front of his wife. He leaned in, cupping her face, and kissed her furiously then pulled back, still holding her face.
“You’re pregnant with our baby.” he whispered to her, his face lit with joy and she sniffled with a watery smile, her hands coming over his.
“I found out last week but swore Madja to secrecy.” Elain whispered in response. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I — I am so happy. I don’t think words could — Elain — a baby — “ he stuttered and she giggled, leaning in to kiss his lips softly.
“I know…I know.” she replied, words failing both of them at the moment.
The two could only gaze at each other, eyes full of love, hope, excitement, and joy all in one.
“I am so in love with you. And thrilled for our future.”
“Good, because there’s more.”
“More?”
“I had a vision a few days ago.” she said slowly and Lucien’s back straightened.
“And?”
“Our dream of a house full of bouncy, beautiful kids?”
“Yes?” he asked breathlessly.
“It’s going to come true.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Are they happy?”
“All I saw was laughter and love.” she answered softly. “But I didn’t need a vision to tell me that’s how it’ll be.”
And Lucien couldn’t hold back anymore. He rested his head in his wife’s lap and broke down in tears. Tears of joy, that he was going to be given such a beautiful gift. A chance to have a family. A family that will only know love.
Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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Inappropriate Interruptions
Inspired by this post.
Elain’s eyes fluttered and a small moan escaped her lips as Lucien’s tongue worked her in all the ways she loved. Her fingers weaved into his hair and she yanked softly, her back arching, wanting more, more, more —
She was on cloud nine. She was soaring. She was —
—being rudely interrupted by a loud persistent knock on the door.
Both her and Lucien’s heads shot up (much to Elain’s dismay) and she whined softly.
“If we ignore it, the person will go away.” she whispered and waved a hand, falling back onto the mattress. “Please, I’m almost there.”
Lucien chuckled then dipped his head between her legs again, attempting to resume his work but the knocking continued.
“Elain, I know you’re in there. Open up.” Cassian’s voice called out and Elain groaned when Lucien pulled away a second time.
“Go away, Cassian!” Lucien yelled out. “We’re a bit busy at the moment.”
“Butt out, Vanserra. I’m here for my appointment, you’re the one intruding.” Cassian replied, starting to knock a steady beat on the door as he waited.
Lucien quirked a brow at Elain who was grumbling. She whined softly and kicked her legs childishly as Lucien sat up, chuckling. He watched as Elain reluctantly left the bed and slipped a robe on.
“What appointment is he referring to?” he finally asked Elain who shrugged, her frustration clear as day on her face and Lucien almost laughed. Almost. Till he was reminded of his raging hard-on when he shifted then a scowl identical to Elain’s appeared.
Elain opened the door a fraction and squinted at Cassian. “Yes, Cassian?”
“Finally!” he responded and gently moved past her into the room, coming face to face with Lucien’s glare.
“What do you want, Cassian?”
“Not your business, Vanserra. It’s between me and Elain.” Cassian replied, gesturing to the door. “Take a walk.”
“You’re in our bedroom. You take a walk.” Lucien retorted, getting out of bed to stand next to his mate, both crossing their arms and glaring at the Commander who only smirked.
“Sorry that I interrupted you busting a nut, Lucien but I’m here for my reading. I made this appointment three days ago.” Cassian replied, rocking on the balls of his feet.
Elain sighed, rubbing at her temples as Lucien rolled his eyes and then wordlessly made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Cassian. I’m not a fortune teller.” she said through gritted teeth, shifting on her feet. She had been moments away from an orgasm. Moments.
“Clearly, your fortune-telling needs work because you knew I was coming but chose to get down and dirty with little ‘ole Lucien here.”
“Again, not a fortune teller.”
“Sure you’re not.” he replied with a wink then sighed deeply. “Now, where should we sit? We need to talk about Nesta.”
Elain rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking to you about Nesta. You go talk to Nesta about Nesta.”
“You interrupted us to come ask about Nesta?” Lucien growled, fixing his trousers as he stepped into the room and Cassian quirked a brow.
“Having a hard morning, Lucien?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. This has nothing to do with you.” Lucien replied, moving to the bed and sitting with his arms crossed as Elain closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Cassian. What do you want?”
“Nesta. Let’s talk about my future with Nesta.”
“Cassian, I care about you and my sister’s future very deeply but I don’t want to talk about my sister right now.” Elain all but hissed at him and Cassian had the nerve to look offended.
“I made this appointment in advance. You knew I was coming.”
“No. I didn’t.”
Cassian pursed his lips and rubbed his chin. “But now that I’m here, you can still tell me what I need to know, right?”
“I can tell you, Cassian, that you need to leave.” Lucien interjected.
“I also think you need to leave.” Elain agreed, her body aching to get back to the bliss it had been in moments ago.
“But I want to talk about Nesta.” Cassian said and almost pouted. Elain groaned softly.
“Cassian. I — I just — Cassian.” Elain took a deep breath. “I really need you to know that I love you and Nesta but whatever it is you want to ask, ask Nesta.”
“So she does like me?”
“She’s obsessed with you, she’s just too proud to say it.” Elain answered immediately.
“Will she punch me if I try to kiss her?”
“Probably.” Lucien grumbled.
“You’re not the seer, shut it.” Cassian replied, pointing at Lucien with a squint then turned back to Elain. “Will she?”
“Most likely.”
“And if I don’t kiss her?”
“She’ll definitely punch you then.”
“Can’t win either way.” Cassian mumbled to himself then grinned. “Always keeping me on my toes, that beautiful woman.”
“Can you please go tell her this and leave us alone?” Lucien asked with a glare.
“Hey, I had a set time.”
“Cassian!” Elain finally snapped. “I have been very patient with you but I need you to go.”
“But Nesta —”
“I want my husband to fuck me, Cassian! I want an orgasm! I want to come!”
Lucien sniggered as Cassian stared at her in horror. “Cauldron, Elain — alright!”
“Please leave.” she practically whined and Cassian grumbled making his way to the door, Elain following to shuffle him out. As she was about to close the door, he turned and pointed at her with a frown.
“You owe me another session!”
Elain paused and narrowed her eyes at him. “All Nesta wants is for you to toss her over your shoulder and make her feel like a woman.” she said. “Do what you will with that information.”
Cassian’s eyes gleamed as she slammed the door in his face and turned back to Lucien who had doubled over in laughter.
“She’s going to kill him if he does that.”
“Serves him right for interrupting us.” Elain replied and ripped off her robe, tossing it to the floor as she made her way into the awaiting arms of her husband. Elain straddled Lucien in an instant and he quickly flipped them over, his hand sliding between her legs.
“You want me to fuck you, dove?”
“I don’t want to be able to walk for the next two days.” she said breathlessly and whimpered as his fingers dipped where she wanted him. A feral grin bloomed on Lucien’s face.
Season II - A series of snippets to fill my Elucien heart.
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365 Days
“Open it.”
Elain looked at him, her eyes widened in the most child-like manner as she whispered excitedly, “What is it?”
Lucien chuckled and poked her forehead gently. “The cherry to top this day.”
This day marked the first anniversary of their mating ceremony and Lucien had waited patiently for this moment. A year had meant nothing to him — he’d been alive for so long that the years passed in a blur, but for Elain…he wanted to make this day as special as possible.
He’d coordinated a whole day and evening with his father in the Day Court that involved all of Elain’s favorite things and it had gone perfectly. They were now back home, sitting on their shared bed and his heart was so full, Lucien was surprised it hadn’t burst from all the joy he felt. He’d certainly felt Elain’s elation as the day went on, almost choking on his own happiness.
And finally…he had waited until they were back home to give his gift to her.
“Wait! Let me get my gift too!” Elain said with a grin and excitedly darted out of the room. He watched her come back, bouncing in excitement, and crawl back on the bed, sitting across from him, crossing her legs.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, dove.” he said, humbly accepting the square-shaped package. “You’re the greatest gift of my life.”
She gave him a playfully stern look and tapped his leg as a scolding, accepting her own square-shaped package from him. “You are my greatest gift. This is merely a drop in the ocean of gifts I want to give you. Besides, you’ve already made this day more than magical, I don’t need any more gifts.”
He smiled, shaking his head, and leaned over to kiss her lips. “You deserve the world and more, my love,” he said and gestured to his gift to her. “I’m excited for you to see it. Open yours first!”
Elain wiggled in anticipation and giggled then gently unwrapped it. When she finally opened it, she looked up at Lucien in surprise then flushed again in joy. “What’s this?”
Putting his gift to the side, Lucien gently took the scrapbook from her and held it so she could see the title clearly.
365 Days with my Flower
“Do you remember when we first started to get to know each other and how you would always shyly give me a flower each time?” Lucien began gently and Elain nodded, her eyes already starting to tear up. “Well…after that first time, I bought a flower press and started saving each one.”
“No, you didn’t.” she whispered, her lips trembling, reaching out to grip his free hand and Lucien chuckled, squeezing her hand.
“I did,” he said softly. “Each time you gave me a flower, I went home and wrote about what happened with you that day and how it made me feel.”
“Lucien…”
The tips of Lucien’s ears had turned red but his smile widened. “It’s very…sappy but…every moment with you and getting to know you has made me a better person. I cherish each moment I spend with you and wanted to document them all, dove.”
Elain finally took the book from him with a sniffle, wiping at a stray tear that had slipped out. “Oh, Lucien.” she breathed, running a hand on the cover. “This is so beautiful.”
“I’ve lived for a long time,” he said quietly, as he looked at her. “But I’ve never felt more alive than I do when I’m with you. I needed you to know how much every moment we’ve shared matters to me.”
Elain smiled at him and he smiled softly in return as she went back to examining the book then he blinked when she laughed.
Lucien tilted his head, amused. “What’s so funny?”
Elain laughed again, wiping at her eyes then reached next to him to hand him his gift again.
“I made you a book too.”
Lucien’s eyes widened then he started laughing as Elain giggled.
“Two peas in a pod, you and I, hm?”
“Great minds think alike.” she said with a grin and watched as Lucien’s hands gently touched the wrapping.
Lucien looked up at her then. He looked at her as his expression softened and he swallowed. “I love you…so much.”
“I love you more than life itself.” she replied quietly, leaning over to squeeze his hand and smiled. “Open it.”
He smiled at her, one so full of love that Elain had to look away from him, her smile just as wide.
Slowly, his hand trembling slightly as he opened the wrapping to find a similar book to his own.
365 Days of Falling in Love With You
Lucien looked up and found Elain smiling at him shyly. “Elain…”
“I know the beginning of us wasn’t very fair to you and we’ve worked through it all to be here today.” she began softly. “So, I wanted to document every moment of that first year…every moment of me falling in love with you and all the little things and flowers that reminded me of you.”
Elain leaned over and gripped his free hand again, squeezing. “I used to think I knew what love meant,” she started quietly. “But after everything we went through, everything that we did…love has a whole new meaning. Love is…too small of a word to describe what I feel for you.”
Gently, moving his gift off his lap, Lucien leaned forward and his hands reverently held her face. He whispered against her lips, “You are mine and I am yours.”
“You are mine and I will always be yours.” she whispered in return and the two sank into their kiss. A kiss like a breath of fresh air. A kiss that was always a benevolent claiming. A caress of comfort. A kiss that was home.
A kiss they had built all their dreams on.
Pulling away slightly, Elain squinted playfully. “How much am I going to cry reading this?”
“Probably a lot.” Lucien said with a chuckle. “How much am I going to cry reading my gift?”
“Probably a lot too.” she said with a laugh and Lucien gave a dramatic sigh.
“It barely took a year and now I’m too soft. You’ve made me too soft, little dove.”
Elain made a disapproving noise and kissed him. “You’ve always been a little softie, my love. It took me a lot less than you think.” she replied with a smile that sent Lucien’s pulse racing.
He chuckled and returned her kiss, peppering her lips, jaw, and neck with soft kisses until she melted into a giggling mess in his arms. “I have been at your mercy from the moment I met you.”
“You do look very handsome on your knees.” she said breathlessly and Lucien eyed her cheeky grin with a smile and shake of his head.
“If I may be so bold to say,” he whispered and Elain’s blush deepened with another one of her giggles. “So do you.”
“You’re so handsome, it makes me melt.” she whispered and leaned in to kiss each of his eyelids and his scar.
“And you’re so breathtaking, I fear I might cease to exist altogether.” he replied, cupping her face to kiss her nose softly.
She gasped playfully and curled into his lap further, snuggling into him. “No, you can’t! I won’t be able to exist without you.”
“Then you have my word.” Lucien said with a chuckle and kissed her lips once more. “Happy anniversary, mate.”
“Happy anniversary, mate.” Elain replied and kissed him again. “Next year, I’m going to rock you out of this world with my planning.”
“I have no doubt you will.”
And so the two sat in each other’s arms that night, rediscovering all the moments that had turned their mating bond from a single thread to a beacon of life, joy washing over them in every moment shared together.
