I look down as blonde hair covers my wrist, it shines ever so gently in the moonlight that pours in from the open window. I smile softly as I feel a hand sweep up and caress my cheek. "You're supposed to be sleeping, you know…" A playful scowl is thrown towards me, I only smirk before leaning down beneath my partner's ear.
"I couldn't help myself, usually it's Francis who has the most beautiful woman lying with him." I pull back, but not before lightly kissing her cool ivory cheek. It takes a second, but once she processes what I've said she turns beet red, as if the embers of a fire ignited and she caught flames. She slaps me on the arm, not being used to such romantic terms.
"Use your stupid pick-up lines on your other lovers who fall for that crap!" She spouts at me, as if she doesn't believe me.
"Damn, Ivan must've left quite the blow on ya, huh?" I take in a quick breath, knowing I shouldn't have spoken his name in front of her. Her bottom lip quivers and I can tell I've hit the wrong string.
"Nat...don't…" I grab her arm as I see her shuffling to grab her clothes. She slips from my bed, her backside glowing beneath the moonlight.
"It's late, I'll be going now." I sigh as I watch her leave the room, her hand resting on the walnut-stained door before exiting. I begin to think that maybe she's changed her mind. That for once, possibly, she'd stay the night, however, she only looks to the floor, taking in several small breaths. I can see her slender shoulders heave with them, she looks so…fragile. It breaks my heart to see her so…vulnerable. I get up, walk over to her and hug her tightly from behind.
"Nat, I love you. I love you so much it hurts to see you like this." I whisper, hoping to get through to her. "Alfred…" She tenderly calls my name and I loosen my grasp on her. "Hmm?" I acknowledge, showing her I'm listening for once.
"Perhaps…I should stay…" Her tone isn't much changed and I give her a curious look. "You mean it?" I can't believe she'd be willing to, after years of trying for this.
"I do…" She turns around, she has tears in her eyes and I lovingly smile down to her. "why're you crying?" I ask, rhetorically, sliding the edges of my fingers along the liner of her beautiful blue orbs.
"Shut up…" She pushes me back and I land on the bed. She stands over me, her body, so flawless in the moonlight and she has a soft hint of a smile.
"Natalia…" I call, grabbing her wrist and kissing it softly.
"Alfred…" She follows my lips as they contour around her delicate fingers.
"I love you." We both say in synchronization. My eyes go wide, in all the years of us being friends, lovers, she has never once looked me in the eyes and said she loved me. I feel my heart race, to know, once and for all that the one I have undying love for loves me back…it feels like my heart might explode as I yank her down on top of my bare chest and kiss her.
Our tongues ignite with a heated passion and my fingers crawl around on her soft skin. She moans and places her hand on the bedding, clawing at it as my hands roll up and down her sides and back. They try to cover all the skin on her body, ensuring I was the last one to touch her like this. She finally breaks the kiss and pulls back. Her cheeks are red as she looks towards the window, open curtains sway as the breeze rolls by.
"Natalia," I call her name, capturing her attention. "I'll never hurt you, you'll always be my one and only." Her eyes stutter in shock, I'm guessing because no one has ever said this to her, surely not her good-for-nothing brother, the man who played and used her for all the years I've known her.
"Alfred, can you be so sure?" She leans down, placing a finger on my chest. "You cannot promise such a thing." She manages to get off my lap and falls into the bedding next to me.
"Natalia, I've loved you ever since I first saw you. I've seen what you've been through." I grab her hands before straddling her hips and locking her eyes with my own.
"I swear on my life, I will never hurt you…and if I do, I will give you the blade to kill me." She laughs at my seriousness, which she believes to be a rarity.
"Oh Alfred," She brushes it off and leans up, pressing her soft, pale lips against mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down, snuggling me against her warm body. I nuzzle her body and before I know it, I've fallen asleep.
I wake up the next morning, the room is as if it's never been used. My window is closed, the bed is made, for the exception of where I am. My clothes are picked up off the floor and in the hamper. I feel puzzled, since I believed Natalia was here last night.
I yawn and roll over. "Damn, another dream about her." I mumble as I walk to the dresser and put on a pair of boxers. I don't feel like scaring Tony or Arthur again, I swear Tony was going to go home the last time her saw my ding-a-ling- bouncing in the air.
I crack open the door, still hoping that my imagination isn't that good, but after sneaking around my house for five minutes, there isn't anyone else home. "God, damn it," I mutter, disappointed in having another dream, although it was a mighty fantastic dream if I do say so myself, about the one woman in this wide world I could never have. I shake my head and I sniff myself.
"Bleh, I stink…Natalia would never stay if I smelled like this." I groan and jump into the shower, blasting the cold water to bring myself to my senses. Then, it happens, little images and memories pop into my mind and I go rock hard.
I grab myself and slowly stroke, it's so painfully slow that I'm already on edge. "Natalia," I call her name, bucking my hips into my hand. I imagine that I'm with her, that I'm inside of her.
She's moaning and gasping as I thrust into her. Her knees come up to my sides and tightly squeeze me. Her voice quivers with each thrust and I seal our lips to keep her quiet.
"Natalia, come…come with me…" I groan as I look down, my seed is all over my hand and I lick my lips before leaning my head against the tile backsplash.
Suddenly, I feel warm, almost hot hands around myself and I look down. The hands are ivory-white and I turn around, whipping myself from the hands before staring into the biggest, bluest orbs I've ever seen.
"Alfred, you know…you should lock a door. You never know who may barge in." She playfully winks, but I slam her against the wall, press my lips against her and press myself against her.
"Natalia, you spent the night, didn't you?" I pull back once I've gotten my fill of her kiss. She looks down, her blue dress is soaked and transparent as I stare at her. "Tell me, Nat." I demand, but already feel like I know the answer. She looks up, shyly and takes a breath.
"Is it wrong to want to spend the night with my…beloved?" My eyes go wide and I hug her tightly.
"Nat, this is the best morning ever!" I shout and she laughs at the arm pump I do.
"I'm glad you think so." She mutters softly. She kisses me before I wrap my arms around her, her heart is racing as I hold her close.
"Mmm, Alfred, back…I'm getting wet." She whispers and I can see everything about her is soaked. I bite my lower lip as I let her go.
"I might have a change of clothes for you down the hall. France gifted me a few sets…when he heard I was on the prowl. He seems to think that a lady should have a change of clothes when she…er…um…spends the night." I look away, ruffling my wet hair and trying to hide a blush. She hesitantly nods and opens the glass shower door.
"Tell me, has anyone ever…worn them?" I start bursting out laughing and she gives me a questioning glare.
"No, no. I've not let anyone spend the night in…maybe 50 years?" I know because I've known Natalia for that long, though I doubt she'll connect the two.
"Oh. Well, that's wonderful. Last thing I'd want is to be wearing some whore's clothing." Natalia bluntly says and I shake my head, laughing that she'd think of some other chick before a timeline. I finish up my shower and yawn once I get out. This is too exciting of a morning for me, but I'm thrilled. I have the woman of my dreams in my house…and I couldn't be happier.
(Note: This is pretty much just fluff between AMEBEL. I was reading/watching some stuff about them and I started crying. lol. I love them and I may try to take a story with this, but we shall see. I'll need to actually plot for that to happen though.)