Marc stirred and yawned sleepily, then slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
As is normal for someone who has just woken up, he was unsure for a moment where he was. Then he remembered - he was in the lair, in his bed...
Wait a moment - this wasn't his bed. This was Christine's swan bed. And there was something warm lying next to him, and something warm and rather hairy resting on his chest.
Then everything came back to him.
Passionate kisses... intimate touches... Christine's soft, untouched skin against his own... his body heat combined with hers... her cries of pain, echoing through the empty lair... and then, finally, a gradual relaxation and a catch of breath... silence except for the whispers of two people finally joined as one... a happiness he'd never known before...
He glanced down at the young woman asleep next to him, hardly daring to believe that she was real, and that she was now his.
After gazing at Christine for a moment, he kissed the top of her dark head. "I love you," he whispered as softly as possible, not wanting to wake her. Then he stared up at the ceiling of the lair, reflecting upon the recent past.
His thoughts were interrupted by feeling something move next to him and a soft moan.
And then, the most beautiful voice in all the world, calling his name. "Marc..."
He looked back down. There was Christine, gazing up at him with her grey - green eyes that he loved so much, looking somewhat tired and, at the same time, happy.
Smiling, he bent down and kissed her. "Good morning," he whispered.
"Good morning..." She seemed to look rather incredulous that he was there with her. "Last night..."
"Yes?"
She looked hesitant to ask. "Did we...?"
He nodded. "Yes, we did."
She looked even more doubtful. "I don't believe it... it doesn't seem possible... I don't know how to believe that it was all real..."
Smiling, he replied, "I know how to prove that to you." He rolled over in such a way that he was now on top of her. "Do you believe now?" he asked.
She winced, and then he saw her blush slightly. "Oh... yes... I believe now..."
He smiled and kissed her. "Good."
Looking nervous, she bit her lip. "Um... the pain..."
"It's natural, so I've heard. Don't worry, I feel it, too."
He felt her relax underneath him. "So it was your first time, too?"
"Yes," he replied, laughing a little in spite of the fact that he knew she was serious. "You have all of me, Christine. Don't worry."
She smiled softly. "Good. Now... could you please get off of me? You're hurting me now..."
"Oh, sorry," he said apologetically, rolling off of her and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
She sighed contentedly and rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes.
Hearing her sigh in the way that she did made him indescribably happy. To know that she was happy and that he was the cause of it made him overjoyed.
After they lay this way for a while, she let go of him, and he let go of her. She then sat up and sighed, rubbing her eyes. "I'm tired..."
He gazed at her for a moment, smiling at how beautiful she was. Then he sat up and kissed her, his lips brushing against her bare shoulder and back. "I love you."
She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling as though she was in some sort of wonderful dream. "I love you, too," she whispered. Then she started to get out of bed, looking around for something to cover herself with as she did.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "What are you doing?"
She turned to him, looking surprised. "I'm getting dressed and packing."
"Packing? To go where?"
"London. I told you when we first got here that when we'd been here two weeks, we'd leave and go back to London. It's been two weeks. We need to go."
After gazing at her for a moment, he smiled, placed his hands on her arms, and lay back in bed, pulling her down with him and having her be on top of him after a moment. Then he kissed her. "London can wait."
I'm not sure what to write.
How could I possibly describe in words, even with a vocabulary like mine, how I feel? 'Amazing' doesn't describe the events of last night.
I suppose I could describe what I feel, but I'm not sure that 'loved' and 'wanted' would quite do it justice.
It's just... to think that a mere month ago, and maybe a little bit more than that, I felt as though no one would ever love me on any level.. it seems so strange now with what's happened.
Now I've no doubts of Marc's feelings for me; he's proven his love for me with the emotional as well as the physical aspects of it. I feel like a fool for ever doubting him.
And you know what? Marc accomplished his goal last night. He made me feel beautiful.