Story timeline: Oscar has gone to the ball in a dress a short time ago

Characters: mainly Oscar and André : I don't own these characters

Fandom: Rose of Versailles

Original author: Peach

Where to find the original version: excessfanfiction, romance

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Chapter eight

The next morning, Oscar woke up unusually early. She kept silent, watching André's face and enjoying his arms around her, until an hour later, she couldn't resist the temptation to wake him up with a kiss anymore. She realized she really shouldn't, but it was stronger than herself. She felt herself melt as her lips touched his.

A: "Nhhh… Good morning Oscar… Are you alright now?"

O: "….Yes, I… I'll go downstairs now."

But, Oscar seemed to have lost her usual quiet cheerfulness. She suddenly looked so wearied and tired to him. André worried a lot for her, but he was very well aware he couldn't force her to talk to him.

Their breakfast passed calmly, until suddenly Marianne brought up some news.

Ma: "I've heard the servants talk about a ball in one of the village's pubs this evening. Wouldn't it be a good idea to go there?"

Mo: "But there will only be commoners…"

Ma: "So what? With or without commoners, a ball is a ball. I'm sure we'll enjoy it quite a bit. Please, mother, let us go there."

MrsJ: "I don't know about it. It could be dangerous for you."

Ma: "Not at all! Oscar and André will be there to watch over us. We'll put on our least showy dresses, so we'll mix well in the crowd. Please, mother?"

An: "She's right, it's a good idea, mother! Oscar needs to amuse herself a little, she doesn't seem very joyful lately…"

MrsJ: "Alright! I'll allow you to go, but please be careful!"

Mo & H & Ma: "Yes!"

Am: "But what will our dear Oscar wear? A dress or pants as usual? Oh! Am I stupid or what? You've never had a single dress. My poor André! What could you possibly see in someone like her? She has already left all her femininity behind so many years ago." Amber couldn't help but comment with a sneaky grin.

An: "Amber! Shut your mouth! If Oscar accepts, I'll loan her one of my dresses."

H: "What would you prefer for her to wear, André? A dress or man's clothes?"

A: "Euh! A dress of course." André replied hesitantly.

Mo: "So, Oscar, what's it going to be?"

O: "A dress."

Ma: "Well, it seems to me it's make up time now, girls."

An: "Oscar, come with me please."

Morgane, Hortense, Amber and Marianne practically spend all the rest of their day dressing up, while André decided to take a midday nap on the couch. When Oscar returned after having chosen a dress, she saw him sleeping and couldn't resist the temptation. She went to sit on his lap, and snuggled herself against his chest, letting herself be soothed by this regular heartbeat, finding comfort in his warm body pressed against hers. She kept listening a long time to his steady breathing, before standing up again to go change her clothes.

Evening came soon, and the little group decided to depart for the ball. They soon discovered a party with a completely different atmosphere from the balls given at the Court, but Oscar's sisters quickly adapted to their new environment. After a few moments, Amber had already spotted a young servant, bound to become her prey for the rest of the evening. Angélique searched a quiet spot in the corner of the room, to watch over her sisters a little. André also decided to say at the side of the room, close to Oscar, while Morgane, Marianne and Hortense went to have the time of their lives on the dance floor with several handsome men. When the beginning notes for a Viennese waltz resounded, Marianne walked over to the two young persons.

Ma: "André, won't you invite me for a dance?"

A: "Ah… Actually, I…"

Ma: "Do you have any objections about him dancing with me, Oscar?"

O: "… No. You can go dancing." Oscar answered with a smile. She didn't have anything to fear from Marianne.

A: "Are you sure?"

O: "Yes! Go amuse yourself with her! I'll stay right here."

A: "Well, I'm off then!"

During their waltz, André noticed a man approaching Oscar. Marianne, becoming aware of her partner being distracted, soon saw it too.

Ma: "Go to her, André, quickly!"

A:"What?"

Ma: "It seems that idiot has more in mind than just a friendly chat… And Oscar is way more vulnerable now, without her male disguise. Hurry!"

A: "Yes, thank you Marianne!"

During that time, a completely drunken man, rather large in size, attempted to seduce Oscar.

Man: "Well well, what have we here? Won't you dance, pretty girl?"

O: "Leave me alone!"

Man: "Will you look at that! You have quite nice body shapes, you know. Come dancing with me, we're going to amuse ourselves well!"

O: "Go find yourself someone else!"

Man: "I love it when a woman resists me!...Hm… You really make my mouth water, sweetie!" he insisted, clearly already imagining her naked body underneath her dress.

O: "I told you to leave me alone!" Oscar said, feeling uncomfortable.

Man: "Don't be so annoying! Come, let's dance."

He took Oscar's arm and dragged her to the dance floor. Oscar tried to break loose, but it was a lost case. It was at that moment that André arrived.

O: "Let me go!"

A: "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Man: "Get lost! I saw her first!" the man snarled.

A: "That's my wife you're talking about, you know!"

Man: "Your wife? Well, if you leave her all alone, then you shouldn't be surprised someone else takes her. She'll dance with me now!"

A:"That dance is reserved for only me."

André took Oscar's hand and pulled her to his chest.

A: "Now get out of my sight before I punch you!"

Man: "Whatever! You can keep that whore of yours!"

André punched him so hard the man almost fell over. He quickly saved himself.

A: "Now make sure I never see you again!" André shouted after him, angrily.

O: "André?"

A: "Is everything alright, Oscar?"

O: "Yes, but you weren't obliged to help me, you know."

A: "I won't ever allow anyone to be so disrespectful to you. Come, let's go dancing."

O: "What? But I don't know…"

A: "What's the matter?"

O: "I'm not sure it's a good idea to do so."

A: "Of course it is, come."

The next dance was way slower and softer. A lot of couples were on the floor already, dancing with their partner. André took Oscar to the floor as well, and circled his arms around her waist, to pull her closer to him.

O: "But…" Oscar stammered, surprised by the nearness of their two bodies.

A: "We commoners don't leave so much space between the bodies of 2 partners, as they do at the Court."

André made her turn around. He himself proved to be an excellent dancer. Oscar let herself be led, and soon forgot everything that was not him. Only she and he existed for her at that moment.

A: "You're dancing very well."

O: "Thanks…" Oscar replied, blushing.

A: "Did you drink a little bit too much? Your face is all red."

O: "Yes, that's probably it."

A: "Me as well, I think. I'm feeling a bit more joyful than normal right now."

O: "André… do you think I'm…feminine?"

A: "Of course!"

O: "Really?"

A: "Yes. Your femininity is different from other women, but you're a woman without a doubt."

O: "So, what Amber said wasn't important in your eyes?"

A: "Of course not! Is that why you were crying yesterday?"

O: "…"

A: "You shouldn't pay attention to her. You are a wonderful person. An amazing woman. Amber could say whatever she wants, but I would never believe in the lies she tries to tell me. You are an exceptional person, Oscar, and nothing she'd say can ever change that."

André had wanted to lower his head to kiss her at that moment, but a drunkard bumped into him from the side and dragged him along in his fall. André pushed him away, irritated to be disturbed at such a moment.

A: "Let go, you idiot! Are you alright, Oscar? Oscar?"

But Oscar had already left. André began seeking her, fearing the drunkard from before had dragged her away again ,but after a few minutes he had found her. She was leaning to the wall of a corridor, all alone, isolated from the party. One would have thought she was waiting for him. He silently approached. When he arrived in front of her, they looked in each other's eyes for a long time, both not daring to take the first step. But in the end, André couldn't take it anymore and bend forward to touch her lips with his in a sweet kiss. She responded, and he finally dared to take her in his arms again. They kept kissing each other during long minutes, never satisfied. Oscar had winded her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss, and André answered her move passionately. She suddenly felt a new desire well up in her body. She wanted him. André began kissing her neck, while she held on to him as if she feared he would slip away from her. Meanwhile, André let his hands wander under the skirt of her dress, to caress her legs. Oscar let him touch her, enjoying the warmth it brought forth in her body. When he claimed her lips again, they both felt their desire growing bigger and bigger, to the limit of being supportable and André lifted Oscar up to press her against the wall. Once again his mouth traveled to her neck, and to the soft skin of her breasts too this time. Oscar wrapped her legs around the young man's waist and kept exploring his raven hair with both hands. Soon, the first moans began making their way out of her mouth. André kept kissing her, and succeeded to slip one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder. Oscar arched her head back, inviting him to explore her neck even more. André immediately took the invitation and began nipping it.

An: "Oscar!"

Angélique arrived at that very moment. The two lovers, surprised and embarrassed quickly separated. Oscar straightened her dress.

O: "What's the matter, Angélique?"

An: "Marianne and Morgane are totally wasted. And Hortense is tired. We're going home, are you coming too?"

O: "Well, alright. But what about Amber?"

An: "She's already left with one of the servants. No need to explain. Don't worry for her. She'll return when she's not interested in him anymore."

Angélique left, and Oscar followed without daring to look even a single time at André. She felt ashamed. If Angélique hadn't arrived, they surely would have finished what they were doing, passing the limits of friendship. Her face colored a deep red. Sure, she had drank a bit, but not enough to not be aware of her own actions anymore. But, André, had he really known what he had been doing? Hadn't she be taking advantage of him all along?

After having helped Angélique getting her sisters into their beds, Oscar slowly walked back to her own room. André had already fallen asleep. She smiled tenderly, walked over to his side of the bed, and dared caressing his cheek. André was sound asleep, and didn't even move when she touched him. She undressed and got closer to him.

O: "If one day I would really offer all of myself to you, would you refuse me?" she thought while watching him sadly.

She slid under the blankets and immediately sought the reassuring warmth of his body.

O: "I love you, André! I love you so much!" she softly whispered, hiding her face against his chest.

She fell asleep in his arms. This comedy had just known another twist. Because how is one supposed to declare her feelings to a man, when that man is already supposed to have a relationship with you?

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