The Ceremony Of The Roses
Chapter 3
A/N: Well, thankyou for the reviews. I'm actually surprised that I didn't get flamed out of here for what I wrote. (lol) Anywayz. . . I did get inspired today to write this chapter. I hope that ya'll like it. And, as always, reviews are accepted! ^_^
Warnings (for this chapter): Minor Blood. (Like, only a drop or two)
Rating (for this chapter): PG
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Covered in a light blanket of sweat, the two lovers hold one another, panting softly after joining their bodies, and souls. The light of the day, is no longer pale, and fragile, like it is during the morning. It is now strong, streaming in brightly from their window, the sultry, erotic smell of sex hanging in the air.
"Oh. . .Trowa. . . that was-"
"Shhh. . .keep still. . . let's savor this moment."
Quatre nods softly, gently nuzzling into his bastian, his protector and strength, his collar still fastened snuggly around his slim, delicately white neck. This had been the most intense lovemaking session that they had ever had, and had almost thoroughly worn the blonde out. He was tired, but also happy, and contented.
Raising up incremently, Trowa looks over towards the clock, and bites his lip softly. "Pet, we must shower, and get ready." He says softly, gently kissing the blonde on the cheek, and rising up. He had already untied the angel, and didn't need to do that anymore. He goes over to the bathroom that adjoins to their private chamber, and proceeds to take a shower, thinking about what they are going to do in only a few minutes. As the hot water slides down his body, he begins to think. 'Hmm. . .this is a bit like marriage. . .this. . . ritual. It means that we will be bound for all eternity to each other.' He smiled to himself, as he grasps the soap, and proceeds to clean the sweat, and sexual smell off of his features.
Quatre sighs softly, as he waits on his koi to get out of the shower, hearing the running water, and imagining the hot, steamy water going down the Heavyarm pilot's nicely formed, lithe muscles, and down to the bottom of the tub. Surprised, he felt some blood gathering down in certain places of his body. He looks down. 'Uh oh. . .these thoughts are making me hard again. . .' He then proceeded to relieve the situation, before Trowa got out of the shower.
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Then, the blonde finds himself, dressed in a simple shirt and slacks outfit, standing before Trowa, a candle between them to the side, while Duo stands near them, with a chain, ready. Trowa holds a red rose, almost totally open, with the thorns intact, and Quatre holds a white rose, a little more than a bud, with the thorns upon it also, sharp, and ready.
The Heavyarms pilot then reaches around Quatre's neck, and unfastens the collar from him, quickly passing it through the candle, then securing it back to his neck. "Quatre, I promise to protect, guide, and cherish you, for all of eternity from this day forward." He says, as he secures it back to the blonde's neck, snuggly, but still gently.
Quatre tears up a little, as he hears these words come from Trowa's lips, his voice being so soft, yet so sincere, his eyes also reflecting his love, and cherishment, of the smaller, blonde pilot.
Then, with the stem of his red rose, Trowa pricks Quatre's middle finger, and lets two drops of blood fall upon the white petals of the rose that the other boy holds. Quatre then offers the thorns of his rose to the Heavyarm's pilot, watching as the unibang pricks his own finger, and lets two drops of blood fall upon the white rose, one alone, and one on the top of one of Quatre's drops. Then, they both press their fingers together. "I am joined to you by blood, Trowa."
"I am joined to you by blood, Quatre." Trowa replies back, looking into the blue pools of the blonde's eyes, as Duo passes a length of the 8 foot chain through the flame, and wraps it around them.
"Trowa, I will serve, honor, trust, and let you lead me, for all eternity. My soul is bound to yours."
"Quatre, I will love, cherish, protect, and guide you, for all eternity. My soul is bound to yours forever."
The two then touch their roses together, letting the blood from Quatre's kiss Trowa's. Then they exchanged the roses.
They look into each other's eyes, as Duo removes the chain from around them, and wraps it carefully in a cloth, and gives it to them, handing it to Trowa.
A little later in the day.
Then, the ceremony being over, they retreat, with the roses, to their room, putting them in a vase, with the blood still on them. . . remembering their new bond, and waiting for the night, when they will contemplate the new togetherness that they share, and when they will join their bodies, and their souls, after this ceremony that they have been through, together, looking forward to spending the rest of their lives with one another.
` ` ` ` ` To Be Continued. . .
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A/N: Well. I hope that that was alright. Please review. I want to know what ya'll think! Thanks! Ja ne!
Chapter 3
A/N: Well, thankyou for the reviews. I'm actually surprised that I didn't get flamed out of here for what I wrote. (lol) Anywayz. . . I did get inspired today to write this chapter. I hope that ya'll like it. And, as always, reviews are accepted! ^_^
Warnings (for this chapter): Minor Blood. (Like, only a drop or two)
Rating (for this chapter): PG
` ` ` ` `
Covered in a light blanket of sweat, the two lovers hold one another, panting softly after joining their bodies, and souls. The light of the day, is no longer pale, and fragile, like it is during the morning. It is now strong, streaming in brightly from their window, the sultry, erotic smell of sex hanging in the air.
"Oh. . .Trowa. . . that was-"
"Shhh. . .keep still. . . let's savor this moment."
Quatre nods softly, gently nuzzling into his bastian, his protector and strength, his collar still fastened snuggly around his slim, delicately white neck. This had been the most intense lovemaking session that they had ever had, and had almost thoroughly worn the blonde out. He was tired, but also happy, and contented.
Raising up incremently, Trowa looks over towards the clock, and bites his lip softly. "Pet, we must shower, and get ready." He says softly, gently kissing the blonde on the cheek, and rising up. He had already untied the angel, and didn't need to do that anymore. He goes over to the bathroom that adjoins to their private chamber, and proceeds to take a shower, thinking about what they are going to do in only a few minutes. As the hot water slides down his body, he begins to think. 'Hmm. . .this is a bit like marriage. . .this. . . ritual. It means that we will be bound for all eternity to each other.' He smiled to himself, as he grasps the soap, and proceeds to clean the sweat, and sexual smell off of his features.
Quatre sighs softly, as he waits on his koi to get out of the shower, hearing the running water, and imagining the hot, steamy water going down the Heavyarm pilot's nicely formed, lithe muscles, and down to the bottom of the tub. Surprised, he felt some blood gathering down in certain places of his body. He looks down. 'Uh oh. . .these thoughts are making me hard again. . .' He then proceeded to relieve the situation, before Trowa got out of the shower.
` ` ` ` `
Then, the blonde finds himself, dressed in a simple shirt and slacks outfit, standing before Trowa, a candle between them to the side, while Duo stands near them, with a chain, ready. Trowa holds a red rose, almost totally open, with the thorns intact, and Quatre holds a white rose, a little more than a bud, with the thorns upon it also, sharp, and ready.
The Heavyarms pilot then reaches around Quatre's neck, and unfastens the collar from him, quickly passing it through the candle, then securing it back to his neck. "Quatre, I promise to protect, guide, and cherish you, for all of eternity from this day forward." He says, as he secures it back to the blonde's neck, snuggly, but still gently.
Quatre tears up a little, as he hears these words come from Trowa's lips, his voice being so soft, yet so sincere, his eyes also reflecting his love, and cherishment, of the smaller, blonde pilot.
Then, with the stem of his red rose, Trowa pricks Quatre's middle finger, and lets two drops of blood fall upon the white petals of the rose that the other boy holds. Quatre then offers the thorns of his rose to the Heavyarm's pilot, watching as the unibang pricks his own finger, and lets two drops of blood fall upon the white rose, one alone, and one on the top of one of Quatre's drops. Then, they both press their fingers together. "I am joined to you by blood, Trowa."
"I am joined to you by blood, Quatre." Trowa replies back, looking into the blue pools of the blonde's eyes, as Duo passes a length of the 8 foot chain through the flame, and wraps it around them.
"Trowa, I will serve, honor, trust, and let you lead me, for all eternity. My soul is bound to yours."
"Quatre, I will love, cherish, protect, and guide you, for all eternity. My soul is bound to yours forever."
The two then touch their roses together, letting the blood from Quatre's kiss Trowa's. Then they exchanged the roses.
They look into each other's eyes, as Duo removes the chain from around them, and wraps it carefully in a cloth, and gives it to them, handing it to Trowa.
A little later in the day.
Then, the ceremony being over, they retreat, with the roses, to their room, putting them in a vase, with the blood still on them. . . remembering their new bond, and waiting for the night, when they will contemplate the new togetherness that they share, and when they will join their bodies, and their souls, after this ceremony that they have been through, together, looking forward to spending the rest of their lives with one another.
` ` ` ` ` To Be Continued. . .
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A/N: Well. I hope that that was alright. Please review. I want to know what ya'll think! Thanks! Ja ne!