The Art Known as
Love
Marguerite could not sleep a wink if her life depended on it.
Nightmares of Chauvelin and the track through the woods outside
Paris continued to haunt her mind and there was only one thing that
could cure her fears, Percy. Slowly she reached for and lit the
candle on her bedside table, grabbed a dressing robe to cover the
little cloth that encased her figure, and quietly made her way to the
hall.
Percy's chambers were never locked at night, she knew, unless
he did not want to be disturbed early the next morning. The missions
that he and his league carried out under the title of the Scarlet
Pimpernel usually ended late into the night, and many times
previously, Marguerite had always heard him bolt the doors shut and
Jessup would leave him be until his lordship saw it fit to rise from
his slumbers. Thus as she entered the room, Lady Blakeney walked to
where her husband slept soundly with caution.
Is there ever a time when he does not look so wonderfully
enticing? the lady wondered as the candlelight reflected off the man
resting his back against the down mattress. The flame's rays
highlighted the golden color of his beribboned blond hair, and,
having seen him in such deep slumbers, Marguerite began to miss the
blazing blue fire that made up his presently closed eyes. Walking
around to the vacant side of the bed, she climbed in beside him,
gently allowed herself to place her figure atop his own, and closed
her eyes, her head resting in the curve of his neck as she explored
the skin of his strong bared chest. This would have been the end,
she concluded, had it not been for his arms moving around her slim
waist, bringing her into his view.
Realizing the somewhat surprised expression on her face,
Percy laughed clearly amused. "Sink me, madam, but are you always so
flabbergasted when I do something unexpected?"
"Who would not be?" Marguerite answered, her eyes returning
to their normal width. "The unordinary has a tendency to find a
person dumbfounded."
His smile softened to a more gentle appearance. "I believe
you are right, sweetheart, but then you usually are."
"I am your wife; 'tis my job to be right."
Once again, she was rewarded with his laughter ringing in her
ears before he spoke. "Well now that that tiny matter is settled, I
must ask for an explanation as to why her ladyship has graced me with
her presence."
"I could not sleep," Marguerite began. "And you milord have
been cursed with the miracle to make me feel better in any manner you
think would help."
"Some bad dreams dared to tackle and play with your clever
mind, eh little woman?"
"Yes, and I want them to go away."
His next look that appeared on his handsome features had been
one that Marguerite had recognized, but not yet had it lingered on
her husband's face. Of course Percy never let her go without a
loving glance, but this was not just the small glitter in his eyes.
It was the look of intense passion and fervor that would have made
her nervous had the same feelings not have been filling her.
Sitting upright with her, Percy turned his wife's back to
him, clasping her shoulders and whispering in her ear, "Nothing that
displeases my Margot shall stay inside her; only that which she
loves."
Closing the small distance between them, Marguerite literally
fell against him, shutting her eyes. "Even you?" she breathed
enticingly.
"Only if you wish…"
"Yes…"
That simple word was all it took to throw Percy's senses into
oblivion. Tenderly, he moved his hands away from her shoulders to
make way for his lips to touch her there instead. She lifted her own
hand then to fondle his lowered head and stroke his hair in the
process, causing a long strand to come loose from its ribbon.
Both the man and the woman gradually felt themselves become
lost in a void of desire as the minutes passed by on end. Slowly,
almost teasingly, Percy moved his fingers into the ringlets of red
hair before him, untwining the gathered mass at her neck and letting
it come down loose over her shoulders. His hands continued to
journey down to trace every curve of her body and as he felt the
corset strings that separated her from him, he regained a slight bit
of realization on what was about to occur between them.
"Marguerite, are you certain that this is what you want?"
Hearing the hesitation in his lustful tone and not wanting to
lose him then, Marguerite turned to face him. Sensually taking his
hands in her own, she moved them around to her back, almost forcing
him to feel her there. "Do not ask anymore," she murmured softly
helping him loosen the strings and touching her lips to his full and
hard.
The door had been bolted shut.
* * * * *
The sun beamed its rays through the simple opening in the bed
curtains, waking Marguerite from her blissful sleep. Undoubtedly it
was well past the late hours, she realized, and she looked to her
husband to see if he would awaken any time soon.
"Percy, it's morning," she said at an audible
volume…only to find herself once again on her back and locked in
another of his shockingly passionate kisses that he learned in the
course of one night. Pushing him away rather forcefully, she tried
to speak again. "Percy, really now; it is late and we must get up.
Everyone must be wondering…"
"Let them!" was his reply as he resorted to the base of her
throat. "This shall teach them not to be nosy."
"Well, I want to get up, so release me, you lewd fiend!"
Percy laughed as he released her playfully and she sat up
covering herself with the covers. "There is no need to hide yourself
from me, Marguerite. As I somehow managed in my wild behavior to
tell you last night, this is the first time I have ever seen a woman,
and I shall not stop looking so easily. It was too beautiful a sight
to forget."
As Marguerite grinned slightly, she leaned over and kissed
him at quite a length. "A few more minutes," she whispered
coquettishly, "But then we must get up."
"Fair call that!"
And keeping that word, passion once again proved to conquer
over all.