He sat on her bed, watching as she perfected the hairstyle that had just been finished. Valmont smiled; she was never truly happy with things that had not been done by her own hands. They were not even going to any special place, really only a dinner with a small number of close friends who would not think very much less of them if one of her dark loose curls was hanging over her cheeks. Them, he loved saying that about himself and Merteuil. It made their relationship sound serious and three months into it that was exactly what they were.
he stood up from the soft piece of furniture and walked over until he was right behind her. Bending down he placed kissed along her neck and shoulder, minding not to let any of his hands or feature move her hair or smudge her carefully applied blush.
"Stop this now," she warned as she refrained from leaning into his lips.
"What is going to happen if I d not leave you?"
"I could be very angry and may not share a bed tonight.."
Valmont continued to assault her flesh and he smiled proudly when she let out a small moan. While he did this she still tried to finish getting ready but after she finally got one glove on she attempted to push his chest back. It did no good. It only caused her to turn around and start being kissed on the mouth, which she had recently been ever more powerless to pull away from. They slowly broke apart and they stared at the other, he was the person to cut the silence short with a simple statement.
"I love you." She did not break their eye contact yet almost cut her lip with the amount of pressure her teeth were putting upon it.
This was the first time either had admitted how strongly they did feel for each other and she was shocked that it was he who was doing it. Before saying anything or answering him with words she kissed him lightly on his lips. She proceeded to quietly say those same three words back to him, meaning every syllable for the first time in her romantic history.
They knew time was ticking onwards and that guests would be arriving imminently but they had reached a stage in a relationship that was further that they had ventured prior to this and both would rather spend the rest of the evening with the person opposite them. Her arms were around his neck, softly stroking the smooth skin there until she unclasped her hands and rested her forehead against his so she could wipe away the traces of lip-tint that were mostly on his mouth but a number were on his cheeks and neck also.
He smirked and rubbed their noses together in a playful caress. Holding out his hands so as to help her stand, knowing that the layers of fabric on her dress were restricting her movements. The Marquise accepted his gesture deftly and assisted in getting to her feet. One of their pairs of hands stayed linked as they left the room and smiled widely when they walked down the stairs.