In honor of Lumiale’s birthday today, I thought I would FINALLY share this fic fragment I wrote a couple years ago.
Lumiale Calls the Rain.
Fandom: Angelique Retour, Angelique
Pairing: Lumiale x Angelique Limoges
Rated: M for overly romantic smut.
This takes place after Angelique helps save the cosmos, hence the reason why she was asleep for two days. I don’t think anything else is necessary to understand this. haha.
I slept for two full days, awakening before dawn. I was still a little weak, but a long bath and a delicious breakfast from a basket of fresh pastries left by everyone helped return my strength.
Feeling full of pastries, I went for a walk through the park, hoping the time for revelations had passed. It was a peaceful and balmy morning. The weather was, as always, perfect, if warmer than usual. I began to wish for a little shower. Just for the clean scent of rain-washed air and the sight of dewdrops glittering on the lush grasses. I looked up at the sky...
Was that a dark cloud on the horizon?
I followed it, entranced. I hadn't seen one in so long. I walked down by the lake, a silver mist lay heavily over it and a strong breeze carried the scent I was craving. Knowing it would certainly not last long, I quickly followed the still-dark path that lead in the direction of the ephemeral cloud, beyond into the field of flowers. The sunrise had just broken over the distant hills. The cloud refracted its light in misty golden rays over the the field and the bright flowers swayed in the breeze... I walked out into it, enchanted at the sight and breathing the scent of flowers and rain blowing in from the hills. I wanted to meet it, to stand beneath that cloud and let the rain fall... I ran through the wildflowers, my loose hair whipping around my face, all weariness forgotten.
Ahead I saw a shadow in the misty air. A man's shape. Tall and slender as a young tree, arms outspread toward the hills, long hair blowing wildly in the breeze.
Lumiale was calling the rain.
I felt my heart leap at the sight. He did not seem to know I was there yet. I stopped among the flowers, listening to them rustle in the gathering breeze. Lumiale was dressed in white and silver robes, their long hanging sleeves looked as if raindrops flowed down their length. His hands were raised to the sky and I could hear him singing softly. His voice was beautiful, and the sound fell upon my ears like crystalline drops, each one a treasure.
The silvery cloud grew and concealed the rising sun. I could taste the rain on the wind now, my heart beating faster in anticipation. The distant edge of the field turned gray with mist... Closer now...
Lumiale turned, his water blue eyes vibrant with power and his smile took my breath away.
He closed his eyes and continued his rain song. His power was palpable. I held my breath. His song reached its crescendo just as the rain began to fall on us.
I squealed in delight at the soft mist that fell on my face and lifted my arms to the sky.
Lumiale took my hands in his and we danced there in the gathering storm, both laughing in joy, my heart felt light and buoyant.
He pulled me close. Our clothes were wet, but his body felt warm against mine. I saw the desire in his eyes and put my arms around his neck. "With pleasure." I breathed.
He lifted me off my feet and kissed me tenderly. I breathed deeply of his scent like sweet herbs and sparkling waterfalls. He set me gently on my feet and I slid his robes off his shoulders I kissed his neck and chest, feeling his pulse race at my touch; it made mine race, too. I pulled his robes off the rest of the way so he could stand naked and beautiful in the rain before me.
He was blushing, but his eyes were alight, "Please, allow me." he said softly and undid my buttons with trembling fingers. The rain felt sensual on my bare skin, as if he were already touching me, caressing me with every drop that fell. His fingers brushed against my nipples through my soaked slip. I moaned a little...
"Angelique..." he breathed, pulling the wet silk off of me. I felt shy and a little nervous. He was so unearthly beautiful. If all his people were as beautiful as he, he may not have seen such an imperfect woman before.
He gazed at me, "I want to paint you as you are right now.” he said huskily, touching me with his eyes, "With the raindrops running down..." he followed the trail left by the raindrops, his fingers gentle on my skin, tracing patterns only he could see... and only hesitated for a moment before following them all the way down. I gasped when he touched me.
He pulled me down on the grass, the storm was building, becoming more powerful with his need and mine. He kissed me again, more urgently, letting me feel his power, that storm overtaking us both. Gentle as a spring shower, as powerful as a storm at sea. I felt a fierce longing to be swept away by it, to drown in it, forgetting everything. Only to reemerge greater and stronger than before. His hands were as urgent as the rain on my body, touching, exploring the secret places, intuitively finding where I most needed him to touch. Kissing the places I most wanted to be kissed... until my cries were lost in the storm's tumult and I finally pulled him on top of me. He felt wonderful, the joining of our power made the sensation of having him inside me even sweeter. I wanted it to last forever. To feel that good, to be that close to his beautiful heart. He looked into my eyes, the wildness of the storm reflected in them, and love... and caring. He watched my face as I was again lost to his storm, I watched deliriously as he was lost to me.
The storm passed and we laid in each other's arms amidst the bejeweled flowers glittering in the dawn. He gazed down at me, the storm in his eyes replaced by gentle care... and a little worry. "Are you okay?" he asked nervously, "I.... Well... I never.... I was always too shy to take the private body study lessons. My brothers told me what usually happened... Afterwards. I wanted to wait to find someone I loved.”
I beamed up at him, happiness and the lingering sweetness of his power filled me with delight. "I feel wonderful, Lumiale! You were wonderful!"
He smiled shyly, "You are incredible. I could feel your desire to see the rain as I watched over you while you slept. I wanted to give that to you. I wanted nothing more than to see you smile after all your worry. That you gave such pleasure to me..." he touched my face, “I will write you a song of storms and passion. Of the way your body moved when I touched you." he trailed his fingers down, “The way you cried out when I kissed you..."
Some time later we lay in sweet languor in the soft grass, my head was on his chest and his hands were on my back. I felt physically content, emotionally fulfilled, and completely, utterly peaceful. "Thank you, love. Thank you for your wise, kind heart, for your love. For how good I feel right now.”
He gazed down at me, tears in his beautiful eyes, "Angelique... You do not need to thank me... I will do all I can to bring you joy, because you bring so much joy to me. Since I came to know you, I feel confident and surer in my power. The way you look at me as if I am strong and capable. The way you watch me when I play. I have been lonely and lost for so long. I finally feel as if being a Guardian is where I belong. As long as I have your love to call home." He gathered me in his arms. "There is nowhere I would rather be."
"I am glad." I said sleepily.
He kissed me, “Shall I sing to you, now? A song of love among the flowers and gentle breezes? Of the succor offered by summer rains and first stars of the evening?"
"Please!"
He sang me such a song, and then another where I was transported to a place of turquoise oceans and silver sands, of the delicate shades of sunset and the transcendent beauty of the night sky over the sea.
"Sleep well, my love." he whispered.
I snuggled into his arms and fell fast asleep.
The sun had already sunk behind the hills when I awoke. Lumiale was leaning against a tree sketching in a small sketchbook. His expression was dreamy and abstracted. I enjoyed watching him. The quick, skilled motions of his fingers, the way he focused on the page. The fine angles of his face, even the color of his hair hooked behind his ear, all filled me with delight.
He looked down at me from his sketch and smiled, “Good evening. Did you sleep well?"
I sighed, “Very well, thanks to you."
"I am glad."
I raised my head, “What are you drawing?"
He laughed, “You, of course."
I sat up. He was wearing his robe and had somehow put my slip and dress on me without waking me up. I hadn't realized I was still so tired.
"I thought you would rest more comfortably dressed. The sun is strong and you are so fair. I did not want you in pain from a sunburn." he looked away, “I regretted covering you, but your wellbeing was more important."
"You had seen enough, I'm sure!"
"Never." he murmured, looking down at his sketch, “I am not as good at drawing people. Perhaps I needed those body study classes. I am afraid I did not do you justice."
I looked at his sketches.
"Aaah!"
It is one thing to be caught in the passion and desire of love and another to see those emotions conveyed in images on a page. Vividly, intimately and with an artist's vision. I looked too strong, too vibrant. Too lost in abandon. The arch of my back, the way I cried out to the sky, the raindrops on my breasts. They made my heart race to see. "Lumiale... I... I am not that beautiful...."
"Much more beautiful. Much more. I will need more practice.” he blushed furiously.
I giggled at that, “You'll have plenty of practice, not that you need it... For either!"
He blushed even more, “I...I would be glad of it." he pushed his hair back, “I think the power helped me overcome my nervousness. I don't know if you would be as happy with just me.”
I took his face in my hands and kissed him, “Somehow I think I will."
I was paging through the recent Angelique artbook and was struck by this detail of Lumiale from the corner of an illustration, so I thought I’d post it for his brithday.
Happy birthday to my most beautiful and kind husbando, Lumiale, Guardian of Water from Angelique!
I have a fanfic written for him… started because I had never seen a het sexy Lumiale story in English… and that was a real shame! Maybe I’ll post it later if I think it is edited enough.
