Bespoke Tailors – pt.2
Tanith pulled her boots back on and buttoned up her tunic, and walked swiftly into the back room of Bespoke Tailors, where everyone else was still chatting. Ghastly stood, staring at the spot where Tanith had just been, his shirt open, revealing his beautiful, scarred torso. He was smiling, which was not a common occurrence for Elder Ghastly Bespoke. He too buttoned up his shirt and tucked into his well tailored trousers, walking into the back room. Erskine beamed.
"Ghastly!" he said. "Just the man I need. We were just telling Val here the amazing stories of the adventures of the dead men!"
"Erskine, I think Val knows every story by now. I'm surprised she hasn't told you to shut up."
"Oh, she has!" Erskine laughed and took a seat.
"Quite a number of times at that too." Valkyrie added. Ghastly stood, leaning against one of the armchairs. Tanith walked by him and flashed him a smile and Ghastly grinned. His eyes glanced over at Valkyrie, who herself was grinning excessively, and he glowered.
It had gotten quite late and everyone was getting up to leave. Ghastly had surprisingly enjoyed everyone's company, even Erskine's. Everyone said their goodbyes, but Erskine was the worst for it. He hugged almost everyone, except Skulduggery and Ghastly, and left Tanith till last. She stood leaning against the back room doorway, grinning as Erskine walked up to her.
"Tanith, my darling Tanith." Erskine said, his smile spreading. "It was lovely seeing you again."
"And you too, Erskine." Tanith replied. Ghastly stood in the corner and Skulduggery watched his friend as he thought of ways to hurt Erskine.
"Would you care to join me for a late night drink?" He asked, and Ghastly shot him a glare. Tanith glanced at Ghastly, and then back at Erskine. "Actually, never mind," Erskine said quickly. "I have some Grand Mage business to attend to. The offer, however, is still always there." Erskine turned away from Tanith after kissing her hand gently. He smirked at Ghastly who was scowling at him. Tanith gave Ghastly a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled on her coat as she left the shop. Ghastly found himself smiling again. He walked into the back room and cleared the cups that were scattered on the coffee table, taking them into the kitchen to clean up. He heard the shop door open and close. Ghastly walked into the shop to see no one there, and he frowned. He thought nothing of it and locked up, turning the lights in the shop off. He walked back into the back room and looked up. Tanith was sat upside down on the ceiling. Ghastly grinned. In his eyes, she was the most remarkable woman he'd ever met. She smiled that beautiful smile of hers, and dropped down from the ceiling, standing so close to him.
"Now," she said. "Where were we?"
Ghastly smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him, squashing her face into his. His arms made their way around her waist as he pulled her in closer. Ghastly could feel how soft her delicate skin felt on his face, and wondered how rough his must've felt against her cheek. Tanith stood on Ghastly's toes to make herself taller, and she jumped, wrapping her muscular legs around his waist. She was already at his shirt, tearing it from his torso. Tanith smiled at how beautiful his scarred body was, at how much of a wonderful man he was. She climbed down from his waist, and stood close to him grinning. She ran her hand across his chest, walking toward the stairs that lead to the second floor, slowly unbuttoning her tunic and throwing it across the room as she walked. Ghastly smiled. Her flesh was perfectly pink and soft, and Tanith turned her head and grinned as she walked up the stairs. Ghastly, without hesitation, followed her.
Ghastly watched her sleep. She was beautiful to him in every way. Their bodies were pressed against each other, skin to skin. He ran his fingers across her bare back, feeling how soft and even her skin was. He smiled. With his free hand, he slowly pushed the blonde hair back from her face, revealing the delicate features that her face held. He wondered, how a man like him, who had forever been called ugly for all the scars his body had, ended up with a woman as beautiful as Tanith Low.
Tanith's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled beautifully as she glanced up at Ghastly. She moved her hand onto his chest, running her fingers through the deep scars. She looked up at him again.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered and Tanith grinned.
"You're not just saying that because we're both naked are you?" she asked, pressing herself into him even more. He paused.
"It's partly that, but it's mostly because you just are beautiful."
"And so are you." She whispered, "I won't let anyone call you ugly, again." She kissed his chest with her soft lips, and rested her head against him. He smiled and kissed her forehead, as the two of them drifted off, sleeping together so peacefully.