The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.
“What are you thinking about, my love?” Gabe asked stepping out of the shadows to join her. Madeline smiled contentedly, leaning back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Just thinking,” she smiled, tilting her head back and stealing a quick kiss. “Master Fu’s lessons are paying off. I almost didn’t hear you coming.”
Gabriel snorted, shaking his head. “Sure you did. I saw you jump Mads, I think I got you that time.”
Madeline made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat and she felt a rumble of laughter in Gabriel’s chest. Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes turning to face him.
“Fine,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You got me that time. Happy?”
“Extremely,” Gabe replied, kissing the tip of her nose. “I love you, Night Wing.”
Heat filled Madeline’s chest at his words. She pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling him closer by his lapels. Her life had turned out nothing like she had planned, thank goodness Duusu had been right. Everything had turned out so much better.
Tom’s blush deepened, and throwing caution to the wind, he gave a coy shake of his head. “That’s not what I meant. I thought… well, I dunno… I thought maybe this time I could… you know… suck you.”
“I’ve missed you.” He scratched behind her small, leathery ear flaps and her eye rolled up into her head with pleasure. She enjoyed it for a few moments before sliding down into his lap and looking at him expectantly, her suction-cup mouth making anxious pop-pop noises.
He could sense he was about to take the blame for his and Tom’s progressing relationship and sticking his legs straight out in front of him, he folded his arms defensively across his chest. “So?” he muttered, his lower lip pushing into a moody pout. “A few kisses never hurt
As he walked away, she couldn’t help but feel hope, hope that Gabriel was still in there. Blinking behind him, she wrapped her arms around him. “Please, stop,” she begged softly. “Please, if you must kill us for what happened, then kill us, but don’t hurt innocents, please…”
"You know I'll never get over how beauitful you and your wolf are" Bella said to me, making me smile.
“Yeah, Baby I’m fine where both fine. You were just having a nightmare.” he tells her, then moving his lips into her palm placing a kiss
"No, you promised me today. Admittedly, tell me. What knows you'll find your love here," she stumbled out the last words, with tease she always liked to do.
“Thank you,” he whispered, tilting his head up to look you in the eye. It was dark but his eyes still seemed to shine and unconsciously, you began to lean in. Your arm snaked around Leo’s neck and, smiling, you pressed your lips against his.
"The best thing for me, is you being my boyfriend, and unconditionally loving me." I whispered as we pulled away. Dylan swooped down for another kiss.
"Well it did" He said. He kissed me passionately and I kissed him back while pulling him on top of me "What if someone sees?" He asked.
Then he released his hold on her hair and returned her earlier favour by gripping the flesh of her throat between his neck, kissing and biting it, leaving his mark, before his mouth found hers again. "Or maybe it's just my ego. I want to better than those men, make you cum like they can't. Or it could be that you're different than the other girls, you don't soak your panties and simper to your clients simply for no other reason than the wealth and influence they possess. That makes you one of a kind."
She really had the full package put together. Face, body, brains and she came from money, a lot of it. Her hourglass curves complemented by her long, straight dirty blonde hair that fell just below her shoulder blades. Everything about starting the day right now felt so wrong. I could feel her heat beating slowly in rhythm with my own. Almost like it was my natural way of responding to her presence. This was the first time I have ever felt that butterfly feeling that everyone always talks about when falling in love, even though I don’t really believe any of that stuff. The sensation of her cuddled up next to me, pressing her body as close to mine as physically possible, caused all of my worries about the day to disappear just like that. There was no place that I would rather be.
Gently, I released my grip on her shoulder and tilted her head to face me. "I guess that makes two of us..." I murmured to her, and then leaned in, capturing my lips with hers, and felt her smile against the kiss.
He asked the question, but leaned in to kiss him before Derek could hope to answer, "Talk to me, tell me what you want, how it feels."
"You know you 're gorgeous," she whispered huskily, planting a small kiss to his shoulder and ignoring his silence. "Absolutely gorgeous."