-A Little poppy-

I wish Sanctuary was mine, but it's not!

So this is a translation from "Le Coquelicot", This is a Helen and Nikola romance story. Little OS tag from Animus. Enjoy and R&R!

The sapphire of our glare just met, your gaze was burning my skin. Silenced, words staid prisoner of the wall you have been building and which never stopped increasing; its stones I had left behind were tearing me away from you. The melody of your laughter were still tinkling in my head; the ones that I was the reason of, the most sublime ones.

My attention diverted to your sealed lips as you brought the glass of Château Neuf du Pape closer to your face to smell the deep aroma. This bottle had been opened in order to celebrate our discover.

My mistakes were blinding you, the shadow of a love toward you do not even graze the train of your thoughts. I could scream myself hoarse, kneeling in front of you, you would not even listen.

You don't say anything but your reproaches were deafening me. You were screaming your silence and your eyes were vociferating your disagreement. The price of my redemption was still dark and secret. Your trust is the quest of a lifetime.

I had strove to reconquer the time that had been stolen from me, I just didn't wanted to leave you alone. Time would quickly deform my face. You would forgive me.

I lifted up from my crimson armchair to take a closer look to the giant blue sphere floating in the middle of the great library… or that's why I tried to make you think. My eyes never detached from your form gracefully leaning against the oak table.

You closed your eyes and deeply sighted. Quietly, I stepped closer to you. You didn't hear me. As rare as it was, I was not acting derisively. I needed you to look at me… truly look at me.

Look at me just like you used to do.

Instead, you were staying there, immobile and perhaps, daydreaming. I leaned carefully, enjoying the sweet perfume of your hair. I shyly kissed your cheek; my lips are barely brushing your skin.

The shield of your eyelashes finally opened. I quickly drew back when I felt you pushing me away. You stared at me and your face tinged with anger.

But suddenly your expression changed. I was not able to determine how much time you needed to understand my sincerity. My hand delicately seized yours rested on my chest. You drove me closer to yourself and when just millimeters were separating our faces, you intertwined our fingers together. My breath started jerking when it blended with yours. My lips spoke your name but not any sound crossed them.

Your light smile sweetly landed on my shaking one. Then, in a sensual dance, you mouth moved against mine. I was frozen; your free hand came to roll up around my neck, playing with the bottom of my hair. I kissed you back, offering you a deep kiss. I was fighting against the urge to allow my hands to discover your delicate curves. I slowly parted our faces. Your eyes were curiously sparkling, I could have believe you were looking at me lovingly… Your beauty was stunning me. I softly slid a finger along the curve of your cheek, just like if you were a porcelain dream. You strengthened into the contact, leaning your head on the side. I glared at your ebony curls falling from your shoulder and reveal your lovely neck.

I so pressed my lips against your creamy skin, and, instead of the kiss was a little flower.

A little poppy.