Author's Notes: It isn't completely finished... Milliah Korsokov and Colette Monique is the only character that I own. All others are property of Tow Ubakata

Chapter Four: The Kiss

"The dinner was delicious, Durand. I had a really great time." Milliah looked up at him. There was something about her that was so…Captivating.

"That's really good. We should do this again." He looked deep into her eyes. Her deep, dark brown eyes. He felt like he had to have her.

Then she did something that he had never expected. He wouldn't have thought she would do this, because she had been so reluctant to go to dinner with him in the first place. She kissed him.

Her lips tasted like warm blueberry muffins. She smelled like red roses.

"Don't say a word to the other three, or I'll have your head on a platter." She smirked at him. Milliah opened the door.

Telliagory was preparing dinner. "It's about time you two showed up."

"We already ate, I'm sorry." Milliah gave him a sweet smile.

Durand was happy. For the first time in years, he was with a woman who was attracted to him for his looks, or his charisma, but simply because. And he liked her too; in fact, he liked her so much that he was blowing all his money on taking her out to dinner, at the over-expensive restraint owned by the uncle he doesn't particularly care for, and it was for her.

"Durand?"

"What?" He just realized he'd been completely zoned out. Milliah was sitting on the sofa, reading a book called "Cекрет Кароля". He had no clue what that was. He also realized that he'd been drooling.

"You okay over there?" She asked.

"Yeah."

Whoa. He thought. I really hope she doesn't know I was thinking about her. I just can't help myself. She seems too perfect.

Milliah made him feel like a warm summer day. It felt like he was taking a stroll in the woods in the warmth of the afternoon. She made him feel complete.

But he shouldn't get too attached yet. If something was to happen to her, and he kept feeling like this, then he would be broken once again in the long run.

Women were complicated creatures.

Even though they can make you feel amazing, they can break you down just as easily. There was no telling how much more Durand could handle. There was no way that he would just let her go either.

"Durand, I was wondering, what is your last name? I'm just curious…You haven't told me yet, so I think that it'd just be fair to tell me."

"Dashwood. My last name is Dashwood, and I didn't tell you because I really didn't see a purpose. I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize…I was just curious…" D'eon would be staying the night in Versailles with Anna, and Telliagory and Robin were fast asleep.

There was a warm fire lit. Durand and Milliah had both had a glass of wine.

Then something unexpected happened.

"Would you be so kind to come out on the balcony with me?" she asked.

He thought for a moment. Where was this going? It was past midnight, they were both drinking, and they would enjoy a romantic conversation on the balcony? What would happen after that? What if he did something he would regret?

He walked out to the balcony. The moon was high in the sky, and the stars were shining bright. The air was cool on his face, and there was a soft breeze. The lights of the city shined below, and there was a sweet smell on the air, coming from Milliah's perfume.

Milliah turned around. "Listen," she said. She put her finger on his lips. "I'm not going to do anything I'm going to regret, so are you going to? We can take a chance, and if we do go somewhere, then we go somewhere. And I know that it is a bit fast, but we really come from the same past. Durand, don't you see it? We are the same."

And with that she kissed him. It was deeper than before, not that Durand was objecting or anything, it's just that this was all so fast, especially with someone he actually cared about. He really hoped that this wasn't going to make him condemn himself, because he wanted to.

She led him to a different room, in the back of her apartment. He usually wasn't one to miss things, but he must've been busy looking at everything else. When he walked in, he saw all sorts of miscellaneous decors; things like small, hand-crafted end tables and vases. There was a king-sized bed with intricate blankets, and lots of pillows.

He held Milliah in his arms, kissing her softly. He untied her corset as she took off his waistcoat.

"Wait." He stopped. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He didn't want to alter her thoughts, to make her feel like she had to do this, but he didn't want her to feel like she didn't want to do it either.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life." She smiled and kissed him back.

Nothing was going to ruin this night.

Nothing.