Disclaimer: i own nothing, all rights belong to Matsuri Hino. I make no money from this, I write for my own amusement.
This is an esoteric fantasy set in another world, another time. Zero is my angelic muse once more. Reading my earlier stories may help you understand where he comes from, "The Gift" and "Sweet Refreshment" explain his origins. This story also is able to stand alone. I expect this to have 13 chapters, slowly building to a sweet and soft series of lemons. Neither character is a vampire in this story. Just two people utterly in love.
Dedicated to Yengirl, my gratitude as always for your excellent help.
Thanks also to Silent Scribe for some very helpful advice.
SWEET INTERLUDE
Sweet Interlude: Garden.
Soft evening light spilled across the walled garden bathing all in a gentle golden glow. Roses nodded their heavy heads in the faint breeze, sending a heady scent across the greenery. She was out there, his sweet Yuuki, unaware of his eyes glued to her every movement. He watched every minute detail as she reached for each bud and snipped it off and placed it in a flat-bottomed cane basket. Taking in the beauty of her hands as they moved and selected blossoms, yielding the secateurs with fine boned grace. Longing for those fingers to caress and hold him as gently as she held the roses.
His chest tightened as he watched her bend and savoured the way her beautiful dark hair swung away from her face, silken, soft and alluring. Bending further to reach a stubborn weed in the back of the rose bed her skirt hitched up and revealed the back of her perfect creamy thighs. He actively repressed a tiny whimper that threatened to leave his throat. She straightened and turned placing her basket on the garden bench, her gaze seeming fixedly on the window, and he shrank back to hug the dim shadowy recess behind the door.
A moment or two passed and he chanced a further glance out of the window, delighted to see her so near, totally engrossed in the rose bed alongside the window. Lifting her hands over her head she proceeded to clip stray fronds on the tall "Mr Lincoln" roses that grew there. They proudly bore massive intensely dark red blossoms, almost inky in their centres, soft as velvet to the touch.
She strained to reach the last few branches and teetered unsteadily on tip -toe exposing a portion of soft white midriff, her soft tee shirt rucked up and stretched sleekly across her luscious cleavage. He could have touched her if he reached his hand out of the window, could have held her warm breast cupped in his willing hand. Could have run a warm smooth palm across her skin exposed there as if for his delectation. His gaze rested on the tip of her pink tongue protruding prettily as she concentrated on reaching her goal and he swallowed unconsciously as he imagined the soft touch of that pretty tongue against his own. Amethyst eyes darkened and his heartbeat increased as he drank her in, her every movement adding to the rush of blood leaving his head, the rush of adrenalin constricting his chest along with urgent pinpricks and small surges of desire pooling low in his belly. Need rose up in him like a slowly rising implacable tide.
There would be no denying him a sweet interlude.
Sweet Yuuki would soon be his.
Next, Sweet Interlude: Velvet