Still need a plot, guys! Come on! I know you all can do it! I love you guys! You can do it! Geez… we are on chapter 15 and still no main plot besides the romance… this could…………………………..oh…. I just got an idea! Anywhit, this chapter, me. Next chapter, Elsa.
Jack, I promise you I will let you plan the wedding.
The next morning Nicole woke up with a shiver that was caused by the draft coming from the open doors that led to the balcony off of the young Vicomte's room. Her body was pressed close to Raoul's, conformed to the shape that he took. He was still asleep, his slightly tanned chest rising and falling with every soft breath that he made, the deep blue eyes hidden behind lightly shut lids.
Nicole immediately looked under the covers once she woke, not being able to remember what happened after dinner. She still had clothes on, and at this, she gave a sigh of relief. She knew that she could get a tad… touchy when she's had too much to drink. Last night, Raoul had apparently been the gentleman that he was brought up to be and only let them sleep in each other's arms.
Though Raoul had apparently taken his shirt off before they went to bed, for it was neatly folded across the oak arm of a chair with the white ruffles fluttering softly with the moving air around them. As Nicole looked under the covers, one of the thoughts that crossed her mind was definitely, 'Damn you have a nice body,' but of course she kept it to herself.
She was enjoying herself though, being curled up in a handsome man's arms as a few rays of morning sun light splayed out onto the burgundy colored carpet and covers from the open French door and windows. The sheer white drapes were blowing inwardly with the light spring breeze coming in from the east. Her chocolate brown eyes flicked from the curtains, to the rays of sunlight on the bed, to him.
Her eyes seemed to take in every inch of him; his chiseled jaw-line, his soft but thin lips, the straight profile line of his nose; it all just seemed perfect to her. A gentle smile crossed her own lips as she brought a hand up to gently caress his left cheek, her fingers running over the smooth skin a few moments before he stirred a bit and slowly forced his eyes to open.
"Good morning," Nicole greeted him, smiling to him as she continued with her caring touch.
Raoul gave a small groan and a grunt in reply to her, also a grin as his hand lifted to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He reached his arms out in a stretch and yawned once before resting his hand on top of hers delicately.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked her, looking into her eyes. She nodded in reply.
He adored her right now. She was absolutely beautiful to him right now, no matter if she was stiff and puffy eyed from having just recently roused from sleep. He didn't care weather or not her brown hair was messy and misplaced due to sleeping on the soft pillows. He didn't care about anything right now except what was happening with them. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked upon his new love. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Mmm…" Nicole gave a quiet groan before snuggling into him, "We don't have to get out of the bed for breakfast, do we? Don't you have one of those little bells that you can ring for people to bring us breakfast?"
He laughed lightly at this and nodded, turning away from her for a moment and reaching his arm out to grab the little bronze bell that rested on the dark oak nightstand on his side of the bed, ringing it a few times before he returned it to its spot. "Why, yes I do happen to have one."
She grinned and hugged the comforters to her more as they waited for a maid or some one to come and get orders for their breakfast, and eventually, a servant did come. It seemed like moments later their food was brought to them, croissants and fluffy yellow eggs which only Raoul ate. Nicole had a horrible loathing for the taste of eggs and refused to eat them. The idea of eating something that came out of another animal's butt just did not appeal to her.
After they had eaten their morning meal, Raoul picked up the paper that had been brought up as well. Indeed there was a pleasant drawing of Raoul and Nicole at dinner the previous night, accompanied by the headline 'Vicomte and new lover?' He let out another sigh, this one more frustrated than the last.
She peaked over his shoulder as she stuffed the last of her croissant into her mouth, eyes scanning over the headlines. "Do you get that every time you go out with a new woman?"
"No… I rarely go to dinner with any women. I just don't see why they want to know every thing about my life."
"Simple. You're rich, you're young, you hold high political power in Paris. Easy target. We have the same problem with celebrities in my time. Except in my time, it would be 'Chagny caught having sex in a posh bar with random girl.' As you can see, highly exaggerated," she replied with a smirk as she took the paper from his hands and tossed it on the foot of the bed.
"Yes… I can see that they are extremely blown up. I would never… do that with you in a public place. Never. So, people in your time are so boring that they need lies to make them interesting?" He asked as his eyes watched the roll of paper fly to the end of his bed.
"Yeah, surprisingly. We must know who is dating who and what brand of thong Julia Roberts is wearing. It's a never ending line of bull shit that has taken over the world and wrapped every one of us in. It's quite sad."
"Half of the words you used in those sentences I didn't understand a bit, but maybe I will understand in time, no?" He smiled and took her in his arms again. "Those papers can never get to me now, as long as I know it's not true, it doesn't matter, right?"
"Exactly!"
He grinned once again and drew her to him, bringing her into a deep and loving kiss. After breakfast, anything can happen, right?
This chapter took me forever for some reason.. but I like it. YAY! Review please!