Poor Hope...she still has no idea how to speak French and it's obviously driving her nuts with curiousity as to what Erik says to her in French. I can assure you it is nothing but compliments and words of love...I'm assuming because I don't speak French either so I use Bing and Google Translate...then I use iTranslate when I want to be sure the word was right. 9 times out of ten it's not.
Anyways...off to the story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own PotO
Now enjoy the story lovelies! :D
I groaned and rolled over onto my back, staring at the white drapes above me. Why can't I sleep? I sighed and rolled back onto my side. I could hear Erik and Nadir coming down the hall while havng an obvious quiet as possible conversation in Persian. They seem slip into Persian a lot, but I figured that's because Nadir is very use to speaking in Persian.
Soon the conversation died down and I heard someone heading down the direction to the guest bedrooms, probably Nadir. I climbed out of bed and walked over to the door. I opened my door a little and poked my head out to see Erik shaking his head. He was still wearing his white dress shirt, black trousers, dark crimson vest, and shoes. He looked over at me and his eyes widened.
"Did Nadir and I wake you, my dear?" He asked and I saw an apologetic look in his eyes. I shook my head and opened the door more. "I can't sleep." I admitted. He relaxed a little and walked over to me.
"Do want me to try and sneak into the kitchen and fix you something to help?" He asked. I shook my head. "Can you just stay with me until I fall asleep?" I asked childishly. He smiled and took my hand. "Alright." He told me. I smiled and he slipped into my room, closing the door behind him. I yelped when he ducked down and yanked me up into his arms, carrying me to my bed bridal style.
He smirked and laid me down on my bed gently. He pulled the blankest over my shoulder and I scooted over for him. I heard him kicking off his shoes then he sat down next to me on top of the blankers and leaned against the headboard.
I scooted closer to him and ducked my head under his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. He tucked my head under his chin and wrapped his arms around me protectively. I stared at my hand that I had resting on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
"Since you can't sleep do you wanna talk about a few things concerning the wedding?" He asked. I tilted my head up to look at him and smiled. "I don't see why not. We were going to have this conversation some time." I told him.
He kissed my forehead tenderly and I felt him smile against my forehead. "So when should we get married?" He mumbled against my forehead. "Depends. How long do we wanna wait?" I asked. He chuckled and held me closer to him. "I know I don't want to wait for two years." He admitted. "Well I'm not waiting for two years either." I told him.
"I'm surprised you didn't even say you weren't waiting for a year considerng you had to wait for two years and five months for me to stop chasing after another woman, and realize I love you." He teased but I could hear the sincerity in his voice. I smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying you also won't wait for a whole year?" I teased questiongly.
He rolled his eyes, but I could somewhat make out a small blush on his unmasked cheek. Speaking of unmasked...I reached over and gently took off his mask. He sighed and set his mask down on the bedside table, and I pressed a tender kiss on his marred cheek.
"I'm never going to understand why you like looking at my face without the mask...let alone kiss it." He grumbled. "It's simple, silly. It's because I love you, with or without your mask...or wig." I told him. He pressed a few kisses on my hairline and sighed in defeat. "Back to what we were saying...are you also saying you won't wait for a year?" I asked, deciding to change the subject for him.
He gave me a grateful look for doing that and he absentmindedly twirled a strand of my hair around his fnger. "I would like to get married in a few weeks, but I can wait a bit longer if you feel comfortable with that." He admitted. I smiled and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I wouldn't mind waiting for at least three or four months so we can get everything worked out like; where the wedding should be, getting a wedding dress, arranging a wedding bouquet, try to figure how small the wedding should be, the wedding rings, if we wanted a honeymoon and if so where should we go, and who should wed us." I explained.
He nodded in agreement. "You know I'm not going to step foot in a church, even for our own wedding, right?" He asked. I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know and I completly understand your reasons on why, Erik. There are other places we could get married. We could get married in the rose garden, or by that pond that's in the forest that we saw when we decided to go on a ride on the horses." I assured him.
He smiled at me and held me closer to him as showered my face with loving, tender kisses. "Have I told that I love you, yet?" He mumbled against my cheek. I grinned. "You have, but I never grow tired of hearing it." I giggled. "Je t'aime, tu étonnante femme intelligente!" He told me in French.
Well I have figured out what Je t'aime and obviously intelligent means intelligent or clever...and femme sounds like female so he probably said woman,so putting all of that together...I think he just said he loved me and called me a clever woman.
Hey I just translated what he said in French and it sounds right...but just to be safe I should ask him.
"Did you just call me a clever woman?" I asked. He chuckled. "Close I called you an amazing clever woman." He corrected.
Eh, I was close.
