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Authors: Nicola Claire
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Werewolves & Shifters, Fantasy & Futuristic
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shifted above me, moving his weight from directly on top, to just off to the side. Slipping down to lie along the length of my body, moulding himself to me and making sure I was snug against the back of the couch, bracketed by him. It was a move to make me feel secure, it was also a move to calm me from my reaction to the reminder of who he now was.
I took in a slightly shaky breath and held it for a second, then resolved to let it out along with any trepidation I felt about his new role. There was no point worrying about it. Michel was still Michel. And still mine.
He smiled at me, it lit up his entire handsome face. I blinked slowly to digest the vision before me, unsure why he seemed so picture perfect right at this second, how he was dazzling me when his Sanguis Vitam shouldn't have been able to breach my shields since we had re-joined.
"It is not my Sanguis Vitam ," he said in answer to my thoughts. "You love me and have missed me. I feel it too. You are so very beautiful." He leaned his face down, I tilted mine to his and then he rested his forehead softly against mine. "Welcome home, ma douce ."
Home. We'd been buffeted between supposed homes for a while. Where was home now?
"Here," he answered my thoughts again easily. It used to bug me that he read them, I can only read his when he chooses to project them, but he has almost unfettered access to mine. It doesn't bug me anymore, there's too much else in the world to be concerned with, besides it makes it easier for him to accept my quirks. "You do not have any quirks, ma belle ." He was smiling again, this time a little mischievously.
I ignored that last statement and concentrated on the first. "Where are we? I don't recognise this place." I looked around what I could see of the room and confirmed I didn't recognise the building at all, but I started to notice a few things. Some soft furnishings that were familiar. A sculpture in the corner Michel had in his chamber in Sensations before we left NZ. A photo of my parents out the front of their farm in Cambridge. One of Amisi and Gregor next to it from the night we left New Zealand for London and had partied hard. A few of my favourite books in the corner, Michel's tablet computer on the coffee table. A mohair throw blanket I had adored from our home in St. Helier's Bay. Some artwork from Michel's holiday home in Taupo.
The room may have been foreign, but our lives were definitely spread throughout.
"Saint-Geoire-en-Valldaine, Le Château, " Michel replied in his beautiful and seductive French accent. I did love it when he spoke in French. His lips twitched. "Hardly speaking, ma douce ," he pointed out. "Just the name of the village we will now call home and the rather perfunctory name of this house."
I sat upright on the couch, causing him to flounder slightly for balance. He prevented himself from falling off the side of the sofa onto the plush cream carpet of the floor by reaching out and wrapping an arm around me, then swiftly manoeuvring us into a snuggling-type position side by side. He reached over and grasped the mohair throw, placing it around us and settling in to talk. There was a large fireplace along one side of the high ceilinged room. It wasn't lit, so winter hadn't reached wherever we were. But the throw was welcome, I had started to feel a little chilled, despite Michel's hot body along the length of mine.
I entwined my fingers with the fingers of one of his hands, noticing exactly where my latest Sigillum had been placed. Directly over his ring finger on his left hand. I wore a plain white gold wedding band with inlaid blue diamonds around the internal circumference, hidden from sight, as a representation of what we shared. Marriage. A joining. A Bond. Michel had no such ring.
Until now. My new Sigillum , in another colourful iridescent tattoo-like design, wrapped around his finger like an intricate wedding band, making him mine. I smiled down at it, then flicked my gaze up to Michel's face.
I took in a slightly shaky breath and held it for a second, then resolved to let it out along with any trepidation I felt about his new role. There was no point worrying about it. Michel was still Michel. And still mine.
He smiled at me, it lit up his entire handsome face. I blinked slowly to digest the vision before me, unsure why he seemed so picture perfect right at this second, how he was dazzling me when his Sanguis Vitam shouldn't have been able to breach my shields since we had re-joined.
"It is not my Sanguis Vitam ," he said in answer to my thoughts. "You love me and have missed me. I feel it too. You are so very beautiful." He leaned his face down, I tilted mine to his and then he rested his forehead softly against mine. "Welcome home, ma douce ."
Home. We'd been buffeted between supposed homes for a while. Where was home now?
"Here," he answered my thoughts again easily. It used to bug me that he read them, I can only read his when he chooses to project them, but he has almost unfettered access to mine. It doesn't bug me anymore, there's too much else in the world to be concerned with, besides it makes it easier for him to accept my quirks. "You do not have any quirks, ma belle ." He was smiling again, this time a little mischievously.
I ignored that last statement and concentrated on the first. "Where are we? I don't recognise this place." I looked around what I could see of the room and confirmed I didn't recognise the building at all, but I started to notice a few things. Some soft furnishings that were familiar. A sculpture in the corner Michel had in his chamber in Sensations before we left NZ. A photo of my parents out the front of their farm in Cambridge. One of Amisi and Gregor next to it from the night we left New Zealand for London and had partied hard. A few of my favourite books in the corner, Michel's tablet computer on the coffee table. A mohair throw blanket I had adored from our home in St. Helier's Bay. Some artwork from Michel's holiday home in Taupo.
The room may have been foreign, but our lives were definitely spread throughout.
"Saint-Geoire-en-Valldaine, Le Château, " Michel replied in his beautiful and seductive French accent. I did love it when he spoke in French. His lips twitched. "Hardly speaking, ma douce ," he pointed out. "Just the name of the village we will now call home and the rather perfunctory name of this house."
I sat upright on the couch, causing him to flounder slightly for balance. He prevented himself from falling off the side of the sofa onto the plush cream carpet of the floor by reaching out and wrapping an arm around me, then swiftly manoeuvring us into a snuggling-type position side by side. He reached over and grasped the mohair throw, placing it around us and settling in to talk. There was a large fireplace along one side of the high ceilinged room. It wasn't lit, so winter hadn't reached wherever we were. But the throw was welcome, I had started to feel a little chilled, despite Michel's hot body along the length of mine.
I entwined my fingers with the fingers of one of his hands, noticing exactly where my latest Sigillum had been placed. Directly over his ring finger on his left hand. I wore a plain white gold wedding band with inlaid blue diamonds around the internal circumference, hidden from sight, as a representation of what we shared. Marriage. A joining. A Bond. Michel had no such ring.
Until now. My new Sigillum , in another colourful iridescent tattoo-like design, wrapped around his finger like an intricate wedding band, making him mine. I smiled down at it, then flicked my gaze up to Michel's face.
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