((Nocturnal: Our muses up late at night
Confession: My muse confesses something to yours
Intimate: Our muses doing some hot and steamy together))
((OTP OTP OTP OTP OTP))
((Alice and Francis are newly-weds and they're having an intimate first night together as man and wife. The confession being their undying love for each other hurhur I should be shot.))
The newly wed couple sat opposite each other by the fire place, watching each other carefully. The way they sat, the way they curled their hair on the edge of their finger, the way they nibbled their lip, the way they curled their fingers nervously. The hotel located in the frosty evening of Paris was lit by a simple fire ebbing in the metal grills decorated with French roses. The long shadows etched out their figures. Alice took a quick glance toward Francis.
He was magnificent. The orange flames lit his golden blond locks like tiny fairy lights, his cast blue eyes glowing softly with the flames, reflecting them. His chiseled chin outlined by the shadows, his soft skin looking absolutely supple and her fingers itched to touch it. His black jacket from the wedding was hanging on the arm of the chair, the white laced cloth that had been perched in the pocket was now in his fingertips, being twirled around absentmindedly, his lips curled up in a satisfied smile, inching into a smirk, as if he knew she was watching him. His white shirt outlined his masculine frame, his trousers well tailored and rimmed. As they say, a man in a well tailored suit was sexier than anything in the world. And they might be right.
Francis also glanced up just as she looked away, his breath hitched slightly at seeing the woman he had married. Her long ash blonde hair was tied back in a messy bun, a white rose pinned among it, waves of her locks cascaded in small strands down her back. Her face was lit by the gentle flames, her cheeks appearing rosy, her emerald eyes glinting softly for his beckoning, her soft milky skin so supple looking. Her white wedding dress had been replaced with a red silken dress that tightly clung to her figure, strapless and heart-necked. Just under the chest was a intricate lace of English embroidery with a slit near her leg also decorated with lace, before falling in crimson, opening into a fountain of white underskirt.
It was fancier than Alice liked, but Francis found her absolutely irresistible in it. He couldn't take the urge any longer, and neither could she. As if by a signal, both stood up, walking toward each other. Francis placed his hands around her waist and back, dipping her slowly, pressing his lips against hers. Alice melted willingly into his arms, working just fine for Francis. He wasn't waiting much longer. He dropped her gently onto the floor, pulling the near-by blanket and pillows to the floor with them. He gave a ravishing smile, placing a nipping kiss on her lips quickly before working his hands onto her back.
He slowly unzipped her dress, revealing her soft body underneath. He peppered her neck with kisses as he felt her own hands working on his clothing. Alice undid his buttons slowly, enjoying the feel of his skin against her fingertips. her hands then went down to his trousers, flinging his belt on the floor beside them, her toes pushing this trouser legs down, feeling across his bare legs. Francis had already begun to pull her dress off, not in such a discreet manner either as the edge of the white fabric tore.
"I thought you would be more experienced at taking clothing off easily." Alice muttered with a slight laugh. Francis gave another bitten kiss before replying. "Not if I'm in a rush...And obviously, I have high priority tonight..." He purred gently before letting her own lips travel down his neck.
"I...love you." Alice mushed before pulling her arms around his neck, kissing his lips quickly, peppering it in lavished lip-locking. Francis froze mid-kiss, his eyes shooting open. He looked down at her, blinking slightly, had she really said it? His frozen expression slowly melted into a smile. "Say it again." He whispered, his eyes glinting.
"I love you, Francis. I love you." She repeated, her lips turning up in a brilliant smile, the corners of her eyes wrinkling. His smile grew larger, growing into a laugh. "You said you loved me..." He threw himself down, tackling her into the blanket, hugging her tightly to himself.
"You never said that before."
"Enough or I'll never say it again--"
"Just one more time?"
"...I love you"