The trip to Rhiems

Before them, the river was a black expanse of shimmering darkness, the meager light caste by the infrequent oil lamps seeming to stop at its banks. Paul glanced outside the caléche at the sky. Far above, a skim of clouds portending rain half obscured the stars and he shivered against the encroaching chill.

He shifted his gaze inside and to Marguerite, who was sleeping on the couch. He heaved a long sigh of content. After a few days of thought and getting over the shock she agreed to join him on his travels. He was so happy he could hardly keep it hidden for her when she told him.

Now they were arriving at the city. Paul could see the gates from the distance. Large torches enlightening the entrance to his sanctuary. He leaned back. All was well now and he leaned closer to Marguerite and wrapped the blanket better around her to keep her protected against the chill that darkness brings with it

Marguerite had slept for the better part of the journey from Paris to the small French town. She felt a bit of shifting and opened her eyes as Paul pulled her closer to him. She looked out the window to see the small village the coach was passing through. She raised her hand to hide a small yawn and rub her eyes. Silently, Marguerite sat there until the carriage slowed and pulled to a stop.

Paul felt Marguerite move and he shifted his gaze to her. A loving smile was set on his face and although he was tired and his eyes were weary a shining sparkle was present when he met her eyes. He gently rubbed her arm "Slept well Marguerite?"

Marguerite yawned and nodded her head before letting it rest on his shoulder. "I didn't realize we were going so far." She let her body rest against his until the driver came out and opened the door to the carriage.

A frow appeared on his brow as he thought about Marguerite's words "You didn't?" Cast his eyes down "Hmm, I thought I mentioned it to you. Must've slipped my mind" Bowed his head to her "I'm sorry for not mentioning it Marguerite" Then the driver opened the door and Paul got out first. He smiled at her as her gracefully offered his hand to help her step down "We're here milady and after you've eaten something you can sleep further m'dear"

Marguerite shook her head, "It doesn't matter Paul, don't worry about apologizing." She took his hand as she stepped down onto the ground and surveyed the small town. "Do you have to work tonight, or were you planning on waiting until the morning."

"It is too late to begin with my work now Marguerite. I'll eum probably pop in City Hall tomorrow or something" Lead her to the door of a small but cozy looking inn and he opened the door for her "You already go inside. I have to talk to the driver but I'll be there in a second" Bowed his head with a quick snap before turning to the driver

Marguerite nodded as she rubbed her sleepy eyes and entered the inn alone. She stepped in to find a cozy front room and a man standing near a desk. She simply nodded and took a seat, unsure if Paul had already made arrangements or not.

Paul talked to the driver for a few seconds while they unloaded the bags. He told the man that after he took care of the horses he had the rest of their stay off. The driver nodded and bowed his head. Then, with help of the stable boy, he took the black stallions with caléche to the stables.

Paul grabbed the bags and entered the inn. He first saw Marguerite and gave her a loving smile. Then he turned and faced the innkeeper. Bernard recognized the Deputy immediately and dried of his hands while walking up to him "Good evening Citoyen Deputy" He offered his hand which Paul gladly shook "It's Paul Bernard. Do I have to repeat that every time I come here" Paul said with a laugh. Bernard coughed "Sorry Paul. But I feel rather uncomfortable being so familiar" The Deputy sighed and placed the bags down. That was one Bernard noticed Marguerite "And who is this lovely lady Paul?" Walked up to her and gracefully took her hand and kissed her fingertips "That's Citoyenne Marguerite Saint-Just" Paul answered. Bernard smiled "A pleasure Citoyenne"

Marguerite smiled and nodded as the man took her hand. "Thank you, Citoyen." she said before turning her attention to Paul. Has everything been taken care of outside Paul, and do you need help with the bags?

Bernard bowed his head and let go of her hand "Dinner will be ready shortly" Said this to both as he went to the kitchen and continued with dinner.

Paul nodded "Everything has been taken care of Marguerite and I can manage with the bags but thank you for asking" Left the bags near the stairs and walked up to her "Now take a seat" He pulled back a chair as he said this "and dinner will be brought in a minute" Motioned for her to sit down "And do you need something to drink first?"

Marguerite smiled and moved across the room to take a seat at the table. "Oh no Paul, thank you I'm fine." she said. "It seems that you at least come here often enough that the people here know you. Do you always stay at this inn?"

Paul waved to a waitress, motioning he would want a cup of coffee. The waitress nodded and prepared a cup for the deputy.

Then he sat across from Marguerite "Yes I do dear. I love it here and no one seems to find me when I stay at this inn. I mean when I stay here no one bothers or disturbs me and that's exactly why I come here. For the peace"

Marguerite nodded and sat back as the young girl brought over a cup of coffee for Paul. She looked away as the girl gave her a quick look over. While Paul may come here often, Marguerite figured she was the first lady to accompany him here. That combined with the discoloration on her face due to the fading bruises welcomed curiosity and gossip.

Marguerite, however, was not one to back away. Instead she clasped her hands together resting them on the table in front of them, carefully protecting her spot at the table. "But this time you've come here for business. Do you usually combine business with pleasure?"

When she placed the cup of coffee in front of him Paul enjoyed the scent it brought with it. Then he took it in his hands and warmth them. He didn't notice the look the waitress gave to Marguerite because he was staring down his cup. Hesitantly, afraid to burn his mouth, he took a sip before turning his full attention to Marguerite "I always combine business with pleasure Marguerite. Else life is pretty boring and trips like these should be more than only work. You should enjoy it to the fullest and take time for yourself"

"I don't see how you can call it taking time for yourself if you must keep work in the back of your mind." Marguerite said. She lifted one hand to touch the warm cup he held to warm her fingers and smiled. "Though, since I have no business here, I plan to enjoy my little vacation."

"If I am not working and it's nothing pressing I can put my mind at blank and enjoy myself and you definitely should Marguerite. I asked you to join me so you could relax and have fun so I'll make sure you do" Handed her the cup to warm both her hands "and you sure you don't want a cup dear?"

Marguerite laughed. "No Paul, I just want to warm my hands on your." She said as she let her fingers move over the surface of his cup and even his fingers a bit. "And I have every intention of relaxing and enjoying myself."

Hearing her laughter made him smile and he looked at her "We can move closer to the fire if you're cold dear" Felt her fingers stroke his and he felt a warmth enter his body. A warmth not coming from the cup and he took one hand to his collar and loosened his cravat a bit "If you need anything do let me know. Even if I'm at work. Which won't be that often anyway"

Marguerite shook her head, "I'm very comfortable here, and for the most part rather warm." she said as she withdrew her hand from his and his cup. She thought she may have been making him uncomfortable, "and I'm sure I will be able to handle myself during your absences."

Felt her hand pull away and with sadness in his eyes he followed them as they moved away from his "Eum I don't know if I should feel good about that or rather sad Marguerite" Sighed and leaned back. Since she removed her hands there was no reason for him to keep the cup close to her...

Marguerite sighed as Paul sat back and pulled away from her. He told her a few days ago that he loved her, but why didn't he respond to her gently flirting. She was unsure of what to say and looked away for the moment and saw the girl coming back from the kitchen carrying two plates, "Well, it seems our dinner is ready."

Kept his eyes fixed on Marguerite and he nodded "That's wonderful dear" Smiled charmingly at her. He sighed "Marguerite after dinner what will you do?"

"I don't know Paul. I, unlike you, have no plans for the entire trip. If I sit down and put my feet up for the entire time I think I could be quite content." Marguerite said, looking over the dinner placed before her.

Took his fork and played with a piece of potato "Would you be equally content with a moonlit walk near the lake not far from here? Then afterwards sit down and enjoy a starry sky"

Marguerite smiled as he mentioned a walk by the lake. It sounded so sweet and romantic, something she honestly didn't expect from Paul, "That sounds wonderful, Paul. I'd be happy to join you for a walk."

He smiled broadly and looked up in her eyes. Then he reached over the table, took her hand and pressed his lips on it in a soft kiss "Then it's a date Marguerite" Slowly, reluctantly, he let go of her hand and started on his dinner....

Marguerite smiled as he kissed her hand and let the back of her fingers brush his cheek before taking it back to start on her own dinner. Carefully munching on some of the vegetables and bread brought to them by the girl. They made a bit of chatter as they ate, talking about his business and her concern for Armand before finishing the meal.

"Armand will be fine Marguerite" He said as he got up and offered his arm "Now. You ready for a lovely stroll in the moonlight dear?"

Marguerite gently wiped her mouth with the napkin and nodded. She smiled as she stood and took his arm. "Of course Paul." she said as she let him lead her out the door of the inn. It was already dark and few people were out, except in and around taverns and restaurants. The main street was short and Marguerite could see a darkened area, most likely where this lake was not far ahead.

Paul laid a hand on her arm as he lead her down the main street. He noticed it was getting darker. He's been here quite a few times and knew by experience there was a small river here. Suddenly it came into focus. It looked like a glistening, black snake, cutting through the woods they were now approaching. He stopped and made Marguerite stop as well "Just a second Marguerite. Don't want you to get soaked now, do we?" He grinned at her before looking away towards the river, dark and ominous in the distance. Paul's eyes wandered over the dark water, searching for the bridge so not to repeat something that happened the first time he came along these paths....

Marguerite giggled, "No I suppose not. Staying dry seems like a much better option." she said as she watched Paul look around. "What are you looking for?"

"And a healthier one as well dear. I know, trust me" Raised his eyebrows at the last statement. Then he saw what he was looking for. A small light was noticeable in the distance and he pointed to it "For that Marguerite. Over there. See the light?" Looked at her now "That is a lantern to tell us the bridge is there" Frowned "It's rather far so we must've strayed from the path a bit"

"Well, if that is our destination, we had best be on our way," she said, pulling gently on his arm and stepping in the direction on the light. "So Paul, how exactly do you know?"

Without resistance he followed her and let her lead the way "As you wish Marguerite" At her question he looked down slightly embarrassed and scratched the back of his head "Well dear lets just say I fell in it the first time I dared to scout these dark woods"

"Oh, my poor Paul, I hope you weren't hurt too badly." Marguerite said as they walked along the river bank. "So what were you doing that you fell in." Marguerite said as they neared the light.

Her concern made him smile but he kept his gaze at his feet. He was still slightly embarrassed and a blush appeared on his cheeks "Apart from a sprained wrist and some minor bruises on my hands I had a wet suit and felt horribly stupid. Later because of the cold water I got a cold and needless to say my vacation was ruined" Paul sighed. Then turned to her to answer "I was stargazing. Something I won't do again unless I'm standing still or have someone to guide me" Chuckled lightly with his story....

"Oh," Marguerite sighed and then giggled, "my poor Paul. Well, at least you seem to have recovered well. Perhaps you should stay away from rivers and bridges when stargazing then."

Paul looked down again "I know I should Marguerite but stars seem to have a power over me" Slowly as he spoke he lifted his eyes and gazed at them "When it's night I just have to take a moment and watch them. And when I do I feel connected with them. I just gaze at those shiny, sparkling stars. They are loyal friends. Their lonely existence is something that I understand fairly well. Something that I can relate to most of the time. The isolation and the big distance to the world is good for them and it has to be good for me"

Marguerite could feel small tears in her eyes as she listened to Paul speak of isolation and a lonely existence, but she couldn't find the words to respond to him with. Instead, she squeezed his arm a little more and leaned over to rest her head against his shoulder.

He was so caught up in gazing at the starry sky he momentarily forgot that this time he was not alone until he felt a squeeze. He looked down to see Marguerite's head laying on his shoulder and he took his hand to her cheek. With a tender touch he brushed against her soft skin and briefly let his head rest on hers. Then he continued walking towards the light and as they did he pulled back his arm from hers and gently wrapped it around her waist and held her close. Silently he said "but all that's changed now" He smiled. He wanted to say it out loud and add more but he was afraid to scare her with his words of affection and love.....

Marguerite silently walked along the river bank with Paul as he wrapped one arm gently around her. she in part let herself relax against him, but something still felt odd about this. If it as with Armand or little Victor, she doubt she would have the same qualms, but this was her dear friend Paul. Paul who cared for her when she was afraid, Paul who would openly speak with her and debate with her on current events, Paul who she confided some secrets in. But this was also Paul who several days earlier confessed his love for her. Marguerite gave a soft sigh as they had just about reached the light.

Paul glared at her sweetly from the corner of his eye. It felt nice to hold her so closely in his arms but there was something missing. He didn't know what it was but he felt Marguerite didn't feel entire comfortable with this. So he decided not to do anything else. He just walked and looked in front of him. But now and then he continued to steal a glance from his beloved. If she saw it he didn't know. It didn't keep his eyes on her long enough to see.

Finally they reached the bridge and the lantern slightly hurt his eyes since they had just about adjusted to the dark. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes before crossing the bridge. The lake was visible now and the trees which surrounded it made haunting shadows on the surface. Paul continued walking and lead Marguerite to a fallen tree-trunk he knew was there. He stopped next to it and with a feeling of reluctance he released his hold on her and took of his cloak. He laid it open on the trunk and motioned for her to sit. "I know it's slightly uncomfortable but unfortunately there no benches around here. I need to change that soon" Smiled at her....

Marguerite smiled and sat down on the fallen tree. "It's not so uncomfortable." she said settling down. She let her eyes readjust to the lack of light no further away from the lantern then they had been before. She patted the spot next to her and waited for him to sit down. "Is this were you usually come to get away while in Rhiems?"

"I am glad it's not Marguerite" He let his eyes scan over the water. Then he heard a noise and turned around. He saw she motioned for him to join her and gladly he went in on the invitation. With a nod of the head he sat down next to her and gazed in her eyes while answering "Yes. Here and another spot, near a small waterfall, which is deeper in the woods. I mostly come here at night since it's quite close to the town and you have a wonderful view of the stars and also because the woods aren't safe at night" Stretched his legs out and let his hands rest on his lap....

Rhiems, being a small quiet town, was thought by Marguerite to be a safe place. When Paul mentioned the woods being dangerous, she was slightly unnerved. "Why is that Paul, what's wrong with the woods?"

He noticed her mood changed and he knew it was because of what he had said. He remained silent as he carefully thought about the words he was going to say. It had to be reassuring so he didn't tell the entire truth "Eum well you know it's just not smart to travel through dark, abandoned places at night. You never know what might happen"

"Oh," was Marguerite's only response. She sat in silence for the next few moments. She closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths, letting herself relax. A cool breath blew across the river and marguerite, having gone out with only a shawl and not a cloak, rubbed her arms as it gave her a slight chill.

When he saw her shiver slightly he took of his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders "Want to go back dear?" Rubbed her back to warm her and took one her hands in his and held it tightly.

"Oh no Paul, it's lovely out here. Just the unexpected breeze gave me a bit of a chill." she said as he wrapped his coat around her. She wigged her fingers of the hand he tightly held, to put them in a bit more comfortable position, and then let her thumb rub against the back of his hand, to let him know she didn't mind him holding it. She took her other hand to his as well, gently rubbing it as she enjoyed the sounds off the nearby woods at night and looked at the stars.

Paul was glad she didn't want to go. He loved it here and it felt good to finally be able to share it with someone he cared deeply about. He smiled warmly at her and his expression softened when he stared in her sparkling, beautiful eyes "I'm glad you like it here Marguerite and I am also glad that you are the first I can share this with. It truly is a place which lays close to my heart, just like you" Moved his hand to her cheek and softly stroked it. Then he let his fingers rest on her skin for a moment before pulling his hand away and laying it on her back.

Marguerite lowered her eyes a bit and watched as his hand moved near her cheek. She wanted to look at him, but couldn't. She felt guilty because she knew she didn't love him the way he loved her. It wasn't that she didn't want to love him, or didn't want to love him, but she just didn't feel it, yet. She felt a little bit better once her put his arm around her again. She calmed a bit and rested against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

He sighed sadly and somewhat disappointed when she hardly returned the touches of affection he gave her. Paul knew she didn't feel for him what he did for her and it saddened him tremendously. Especially when the thought entered she might never see more in him than just a friend. And he didn't know if this was something he'd except. He didn't know if he could ignore the feelings which raged deep within when he was around her. Pretend nothing had happened. Pretend he never uttered those words. Thoughtfully he gazed at his friends high above in the dark sky. He was looking for something. Were it answers? Guidance? or comfort he did not know and after a while he stopped thinking about it and just looked at them with piercing, dark eyes "Marguerite what do you enjoy?"

Marguerite gave a harsh sigh when he asked her that question. "I'm not sure what I find enjoyable anymore Paul. I enjoyed acting, but I don't enjoy it when people assume I also participate in other activities most other actresses do. I enjoyed hosting a salon and joining in discussions about politics and current events and the like, but I don't like having spies in my apartment. I used to like long walks through the city, but I force myself from some poorer areas because it pains me to see the poverty and suffering, and other places like Place de Greve I avoid altogether." She said as she gave Paul's hand a tight squeeze.

He hung his head when sorrow replaced the happiness he previously felt. To see her like this ached his heart and for a moment he couldn't look at her because his eyes showed all the pain he felt in his soul. Something he didn't want her to see. When after a while he managed to hide the dark feelings which were threatening to ruin this moment he looked up at her and slowly took her hand to his face. He brushed her hand against his cheek and kissed it softly before letting it rest in his hand and stroking it with the back of his fingers "I understand Marguerite. The dream of the revolution I once had has slowly become a nightmare. But lets not talk about that. Lets talk about other things. Happy things. Beautiful as you."

"The revolution has little to do with it. Even without the revolution, there would still be people living in poverty and dying of starvation and the cold. And just as before the revolution men assumed I would perform favors for them in exchange for money." Marguerite said as she let him run his fingers softly over her hand and his compliments made her blush. She moved her face closer to his and snuggled against his neck.

Looked in her eyes in shock. "T..they do? Oh my god" Swallowed. How anyone could think that of her is beyond him and he laid his head on hers. Then released her hand and wrapped his arm strongly around her "I'm sorry Marguerite. I didn't know" Kissed her hair and holds her tight "and poverty will always be present in our society love. Nothing can change that but this revolution does make it worse"

Marguerite was surprised, "Seriously Paul, did you really not think that people thought I sold myself for money. It's no secret that actresses are looked down upon and that a fair number are prostitutes. Most people think I'm just like them." She sighed and continued to let her head rest, now under his own head. "as for the revolution, it won't last forever. Sometimes things have to get worse so that they can get better, but no more talk of such thing. This is my vacation and I refuse to be burdened by anything more then a sad novel."

He buried his face in her soft curls and gave it another kiss "No Marguerite. I seriously didn't think that people looked upon you as that. And forget them dear. Most people don't know you like I do. Most people don't see past the lies and suspicions one has. So they miss what's truly within your heart dear but as you said. Lets talk about something different" He sighed and rubbed her arm while thinking of an interesting topic for conversation. One that will lighten the mood...

Marguerite moved her head slightly, nodding in argument. "I'm sure that shouldn't be too hard, although one never knows. I have been told it can be a difficult guest to occupy and keep interested."

Paul chuckled "I'm sure we'll find something that'll keep the flame burning" He leaned back a bit and then he saw a flower. Carefully so he wouldn't fall he reached and plucked it for Marguerite. Then holds it in front of her "See. There is a lot we can talk about. For example this flower. Although it be compared to the most fairest, sweetest flower in France and it's beauty fades when being next to that other, enchanting flower" He stared at Marguerite. Then at the small, purple flower in his hand and gently he let his fingers stroke the petals "For you my love" Handed it to her.

Marguerite smiled as she gently took the flower from Paul's hand. She took the flower and tucked it under her hair and behind one ear. "I don't think it's beauty fades at all Paul. Nothing is more beautiful then nature at her best."

"Hmm" He stroked her hair a bit and away from the flower "I beg the differ Marguerite. I know at least one person who's beauty will never be matched. Not by any treasure that nature has. Even a goddess will never equal you Marguerite but I should stop now. I'm surely embarrassing you"

Marguerite moved her head to avoid his gaze. By now she was embarrassed and sure her face was flushed. "It's hard to remain modest and humble and accept compliments from someone who gives them so freely."

"I only speak the truth Marguerite. I speak out what my heart tells me and I am sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I will try not to do it again" smiled at her and bowed his head "I promise"

Marguerite silently nodded, sitting up, but still in his arms. She placed one hand on his arm and looked around a bit, breathing in the cool air and glancing up to see the stars still shinning brightly in the sky. They sat in silence for a few moments, before she finally spoke up. "I'm sorry Paul, I guess I just don't always take compliments well."

Paul had no interest in the scenery but only in the angel he held in his arms. He felt wonderful being this close to her and while staring at her he felt he got lost in her eyes. He felt enchanted and he could not take them of her, even if he wanted to. "Don't be sorry Marguerite. I know I intend to speak too much what my heart says without really thinking about it and about how other feels when I do" He sighed as he remembered Adelle but he erased her from his mind but no matter how hard he tried the memory kept lingering in the back of his mind "It's something I can't help. I need to work on that. So I am sorry"

"No more talk of it, and no more apologies. You don't have to be sorry for everything Paul. No one was harm, no wrong done." Marguerite said simply. She was a bit tired and let her body go limp, being that it was being supported by Paul's, she doubted her would mind.

He nodded "As you wish Marguerite" Paul felt her go limp and he tightened his embrace a bit so she wouldn't slip away. He softly stroked her arm and lifted his head. He sighed and gazed up at the bright, shiny stars. "You know what I miss Marguerite. I miss seeing you on stage. I miss going to the theatre and watching you shine as bright as those stars up there" Lowered his eyes and stared back at her "What do you think?"

"I think the management would have a problem with me performing while my face is still cut and bruised." marguerite said sadly as she turned her head away. She would have liked to have gone back to work, but doing so with her current appearance was out of the question. To have Paris' most famous actress on stage looking as if she had been beaten as if a gutter rat would just welcome gossip and damage her reputation both as an actress as well as a person.

Sadness darkened the sparkle in his eyes and he hung his head a bit. Then he laid a hand on her cheek and turned her head to his so she was looking in his eyes. With softness he stroked her bruises, tracing the lines "The bruises are fading Marguerite. I can hardly see them from so close so surely no one would see them once you're on stage with the lights and make up. And I think you need to be on stage. I know you long to sing again and act"

Marguerite looked into what she could see if his dark eyes. She trembled as he let his fingers gently roam over her cheek and near her eyes. When he spoke she merely gave a soft nod in agreement.

A smile crept on his face and slowly he leaned closer. He moved his hand to her hair and stroked the auburn curls with gentle fingers. "Soon everything will be as it once was Marguerite. Then you'll be back on that stage and do what you love" Paul moved his hand back to her cheek and let it rest there as he leaned even closer. Then he gave her a soft kiss on the lips but as soon as his lips touched hers he broke of the kiss and pulled his head back. He didn't say a word afterwards. He just stared in her eyes....

Marguerite maintained her stillness and her silence as Paul continued to let his fingers run over her face and cheek. Then he kissed her. The kiss happened so quickly she didn't even realize it until after it had ended. Paul too remained quiet now, just looking into her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she wavered, not just in her mind, but physically, her body as well. She leaned in a bit to him, but then paused, and waited a moment before closing the gap entirely. Marguerite gently let her lips press against Paul's. It wasn't like the other kisses they shared, it was soft and tender moment between the two.

He was surprised, but agreed to it immediately and the moment she kissed him back his passion took over his control. As they kissed each other a wave of warmth filled his body and he wrapped both his arms around her lovingly. Paul rubbed her back and as the kiss lasted he closed his eyes and his heart cried out of joy....

Marguerite felt Paul move to pull her body closer to his. As he did, she lifted both hands to rest on his chest, letting him draw her near while providing a small barrier that helped her remain more comfortable. After a few short but tender moments she pulled her lips from his, but allows her cheek to rest against his as she moved her arms up to wrap around his neck.

After the kiss he took a deep breath and held her while he looked up at the sky. Holding her, kissing her like this in the moonlight were things he did not even dare to dream of in fear that it would play tricks with his mind because he thought they would never become reality. But to be here now and see his dreams become truth appeared unreal to him. To hold her and not having her pull away like before was a wish he thought would never be granted and he could not describe the happiness which he felt inside. He held her like he would never let go and as he sighed he close his eyes but not for long. Only for the time it took to commit this image to his memory forever. Then he whispered to her the words which he longed to say "I love you Marguerite"....

Marguerite heard him, but she didn't respond. She knew he loved her, but she also knew she didn't share that love. Rather then deny him anything, she let one hand run through his hair while the other brushed his cheek. She let him rock back and forth with her in his arms a few moments more as she let out a soft, calm sigh.

Paul knew he wasn't going to hear her say those words. Still, even though he expected it; it made him sad and he heaved a small sigh while he held her in the moonlight. He was going to hold onto her for a moment longer because letting go would mean letting go of his dream and he didn't know if he was capable of that just now. Carefully he pulled back his head and laid his fingers on her chin. Then he lifted her head slightly and kissed her lips again but longer this time and with more passion....

Marguerite held her eyes closed, but didn't need to look to know what was going to happen. Once more she felt his lips brush her own, but this time, a little most feverently. She didn't protest or pull away though. She instead allowed her lips to part as his sought out her mouth, no doubt longing to taste her was able to taste him.

He kept kissing her, exploring her lips and mouth while his hands ran up and down her back. After a while he pulled away and smiled broadly at her while stroking some hairs from her face. His fingers brushed her cheek lightly "I eum" swallowed "think we should be getting back. You're probably tired, non?"

Marguerite sadly looked away, she wanted this as much as she didn't want it, but leaving and going back to the inn to rest was probably best. She nodded her head and looked back at him, "Yes, I'm sure you want to get some rest before going to work in the morning."

Paul smiled "I'm not tired Marguerite and I won't be resting tonight. But you are right. We should go back. I'm sure both of us have things to do" Gently he let go of her and stood up. Then he offered his hand "Ready dear?"

Marguerite nodded and stood, gently taking his arm. They began walking off towards the bridge over the water under the moonlit sky. "What will you be doing tonight Paul?" she asked.

Paul turned his head and gazed deeply into her eyes "I'll be thinking of you Marguerite and of the time we've shared together tonight. And especially of the kiss and of your soft touch" He lowered his head and gazed at his feet when crossed the bridge. He knew he once spoke without thinking and didn't look in her eyes to see her reaction to the embarrassed words....

Marguerite gave his arm a soft squeeze and teased him. "Well, I hate to think of thoughts of me keeping you awake at night. I'll have to watch myself from now on. I hate to think of you losing sleep over me."

Paul chuckled but he glared at her sideways "No matter what you do dear. I'll never stop thinking of you or dreaming. I'm afraid you're always in my mind Marguerite and you'll always will be" Briefly he smiled at her. Then he looks directly in front of him as he lead her back to the inn....

Marguerite let her gaze drop as Paul led her inside, once again slightly embassies by his affections. Once inside she changed the subject, "We never saw our rooms before. I suppose it would be a good idea for us to find them now wouldn't it."

Paul nodded "Yes it would but I already know what mine looks like" Smiled at her "I always ask for the same and have been staying in number 5 every time I come here but eum yours is down the hall* Looked around and noticed the bags her gone "Your bags are already in your room" He bowed gracefully and he took her hand and gave her fingers a soft kiss "So I bid you good night Marguerite. We'll probably see each other in the morning during breakfast unless you decide to sleep out. Then it'll be in the evening"

Marguerite merely nodded, "Well, I generally sleep late in the morning. Occupational hazard I suppose." she added with a laugh.

He laughed silently and smiled at her. A loving glare shown in his dark eyes "Then it'll be at dinner when we'll see each other again Marguerite. Unless you care to join me for lunch in the afternoon. There is a lovely bistro not far from where I work. It's peaceful and calm and the food is delicious"

"Well, it's not guaranteed that I'll be up and about by noon, so rather then disappoint you let's say dinner time." Marguerite said.

Raised his eyebrows "Not up by noon? Oh dear. By the time you get up the day is already half over. You're missing a lot Marguerite but alright. I'll see you at dinner. Meet here or at the office?"

"I may not get up until late but remember, I work later then most people do." Marguerite said, "Meet me here, I'm not that familiar with the town yet and don't want to get lost."

He nodded "I know that Marguerite. But I also know that you're not working and that you've slept the entire trip over here. So how you could still be so tired that you need to sleep until noon is beyond me but it's not up to me to tell you what to do with your time. So eum then I'll meet you here for dinner at about 6:30. Is that ok with you dear?"

"Shows how little you know of me Paul. I'm used to getting sleep whenever I can, and this week I've had lots of opportunity to do so. I've never felt more rested and will have a most difficult time when I am well enough to work again. And 6:30 sounds fine for tomorrow night Paul."

He laughed and took hold of her hand. Then smiled charmingly and kissed her fingertips with grace "You can always blame me Marguerite" Stepped back and bowed "Now I bid you farewell m'dear" With those words and a soft stroke against her cheek he turned around and walked down the hall to his room. At the door he stopped and turned back to her. Love sparkle were dancing in his eyes and a warm smile was set on his face. He had the best of times this evening and this enjoyment can be read of his face. Paul glanced at her. Then he entered his room "Good night love" He closed the door and walked to his bed. With a sigh of relief he let himself fall backwards and with a heart full of joy he laid there on his back. He had his arms spread wide and his eyes closed while he recalled the image he committed to memory earlier.....

Marguerite nodded and entered her room. She would have felt better if her room was closer to his, but they weren't that far away. She took time to undress and prepare herself for bed before she spent most of the night and the better part of the morning sleeping.

It was near noon when marguerite finally woke up. Knowing Paul was most likely off tending to his business, she settled down to read a book she had been meaning to read for sometime now, letting the afternoon quietly pass her buy.

As said before he had a very pleasant evening. But he was very tired and yawned loudly. The events of the day and of the previous days were taking it's toll and he got himself ready for bed fairly quick. He needed the feel of the soft pillow under his head and when he finally snuggled under the sheets he fell asleep as a log.

The night went without interruption. From the moment he closed his eyes he hadn't opened them until the sunlight woke him the next morning. Paul blinked and yawned softly while he let the sunrays warm his face. A few minutes longer he remained in his bed and gave himself time to wake up completely. He stretched out his arms and got up. Paul slowly walked to the window. He stared outside and let the morning greet him while his eyes wandered over the landscape.

Then he got dressed and went downstairs for his breakfast but when he passed Marguerite's door he stopped. Paul laid his hand on her door and softly whispered "Sleep well my sweet Marguerite" He took a deep breath and smiled to himself before continuing on his way.

Downstairs the innkeeper Bernard greeted him and pointed him to a set table. Paul bowed his head, thanked him and sat down. It was a while ago since he really had time to enjoy his breakfast so he decided to take advantage of it now. After an hour he got up and after greeting Bernard he left for work.

Paul had a goodnight's sleep and was full of energy when he reached the appointed office. Immediatly he began taking care of the business of the day. He thought that maybe he could get more work done on a day than planned and perhaps have a complete day off later to spend with Marguerite. The day went by fairly quick and after hours of hard work it finally was time to go back to the inn. At six o'clock on the dot he entered the building.....

Marguerite read until her yes began to sting. If it wasn't for the fact that the light in her room had been growing dimmer and dimmer do to the setting sun, marguerite wouldn't have known that almost the entire day had passed her by.

She finally put her book down and moved about to dress for dinner. She didn’t not know what time it was but guessed that Paul would soon be returning from his day at work to meet her for dinner.

Once washed and changed Marguerite made her way to the foyer of the inn, taking a seat in a cozy chair by an opened window. She sat back and closed her eyes, letting to cool breeze brush across her face until Paul returned to the inn.

As soon as the door was wide open and he crossed the treshhold of the inn he saw her sitting. The light from outside gave her an enchanting glow and he smiled broadly at her "Well finally up I see. I hope you had a good night's sleep Marguerite and that you are ready to discover more of Rhiems" As he spoke walked towards her. Then leaned close and gave her a soft peck on the cheek "Also it's nice to see you again. Although you haven't left my mind since last evening"

Marguerite blushed and turned away just slightly at his last comment. As much as she thought of him as a friend, she was still slightly uncomfortable when he spoke to her that way. "Well, I'm glad you're back. How was your day at work?"

He noticed some the discomfort in her eyes when he lifted himself in full height and he sighed somewhat sadly. He also told himself to change his ways back to how it was before. Back to when he kept hidden what his heart wanted to utter. Paul smiled slightly at her. Then he ran a hand through his hairs, whipping of the few sweat drips in the process " To my surprise it was rather enjoyable. Something made it pleasant. Maybe the change of environment lightened my spirit" He pulled a chair closer and sat down next to her "I also got more work done than I had planned. So I'll probably have time over at the end of the week. Time all to myself" He leaned back in his chair and stretched his long legs. With a relaxed expression on his face and a lazy shine in his dark eyes he gazed outside. A soft sigh was heaved and Paul enjoyed the warmth that the sun provided. He couldn't remember when he last had time to enjoy the simplest things which life offered and he let the peace that this place brought take him away from the painful reality which he saw daily in Paris and lingers still in his mind....

"Well, that will be nice if you can have some off time to relax, but don't you get to comfortable in that chair," Marguerite warned, "You still have to take me to dinner."

Kept his gaze outside and he chuckled silently "I think of changing our plans and staying here Marguerite. I'm sitting so comfortable here that I don't want to get up"

Well fine then," Marguerite teased as se stood up, "I guess I have no other alternative then to go the bistro for dinner by myself."

Paul lifted his head a bit and momentarily he looked at her. Then while chuckling he shifted his head back in front of him "As you wish Marguerite but I doubt you'd be alone for long"

"And why do you think that Paul? Do you plan on following me about the town, tracing my every step all the while I believe you to be comfortably plopped in this chair?" she asked.

Laughed silently while dropping his gaze to the floor "Of course not Marguerite. But if you walk around this town alone you might discover many men will have eyes for you. Unless it's that kind of attention you seek"

"Well Paul, in case you haven't noticed, many men in Paris have eyes for me as well." Marguerite said, as she watched him advert his gaze, "are you worried Paul? Or you jealous that someone else might look at me the way you do, that may have the same thoughts about me that you do?"

He kept his gaze fixed on a spot on the floor but he couldn't prevent a small blush creeping on his cheeks. Her answer had embarrassed him and he coughed a bit to clear his throat "And eum..what thoughts would that be Marguerite?"

A sly smile crept across Marguerite’s face as she stepped beside the chair Paul was seated in and knelt down to look into his eyes, "well, why don't you tell me that yourself, Paul?"

Paul heard light footsteps and his eyes moved about but he did not shift his head to look at her. Then he saw her and the question she asked made him blush even more. Immediatly he hung his head and averted his dark eyes from hers and looked down even more. He did not want to look at her for his embarrasement is too grand right now. He swallowed before answering "I eum..well I'd love to dear but" coughed "I prefer to keep those to myself" added quickly "Although there is nothing wrong with my thoughts. Just eum I call upon my right to privacy" His hands were in his lap and nervously he began rub his fingers, his palm, the back of his hand. Paul hoped this would be over soon and that she'd drop the subject...

Marguerite began to push Paul a little bit more. She placed one of her small hands on top of his which were currently folded in his lap. "Oh come now Paul, you would deny me knowledge of such thought? Teasing me so, making me wonder what you really think."

Coughed again and took one of his hands from under hers and laid it on top. He patted her soft, small hand before letting his rest there "I would Marguerite. After all I don't know what you think. So why can't I keep my thoughts to myself? I doubt you'd tell me what dark thoughts linger in your mind" Slowly he lifted his eyes and gazed piercingly at her. An amused, crooked smile on his lips....

"Oh, so when you think of me you think, 'dark thoughts' Paul? Well, if I was the type to have as you put it, dark thoughts, about a person and they were to ask me about them, I suppose I would tell them, at least something. Honestly Paul, I'm quiet upset with you, having dark thoughts about me and not wanting to share. I am already on my knees before you, would you require me to beg to hear what thoughts go through your mind?"

Her tone worried him, even upsetted him and he took his hand from hers and rubbed his forehead while heaving a heavy sigh "I don't require you to do anything Marguerite but what do you expect? You expect me to share my most private thoughts with you." He swallowed and shook his head "I can't Marguerite. Not after I found out that words like I love you already make you feel uncomfortable. Words which are so pure and true. Let alone that I then share my 'dark thoughts' with you"

Marguerite looked away and sighed. She stood up and brushed off her skirts. "Well, I see how it is. Paul, I hope you have a pleasant evening and will forgive me for leaving you so abruptly, however, I am not really hungry this evening and think I shall retire early."

He grabbed her by the wrist gently and looked up in her eyes "Please Marguerite don't leave. I've been looking forward to this from the moment I got up. So please I beg you. Don't deny me your pleasant company" He sighed "I'll do anything. I'll eum even tell you anything you want to know"

Marguerite sighed and kept looking the other way as he spoke to her. Quietly she nodded, "You've already denied me what I wanted tonight Paul, however, I won't deny you. Was it cool out, do you think I should fetch my shawl?"

His eyebrows rose and wide eyed he looked at her "Denied you? Tell me sweet Marguerite what did I deny you?" He stood up and shifted his head so he was looking in her eyes....

"The truth Paul," Marguerite said, looking into his eyes, "I asked you a question, and you refused to answer. Paul, I'm not ignorant, nor am I so innocent or naive. Don't think that I couldn't guess what you're thinking, and don't think that I haven't heard it before."