Angels Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction / Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction ❯ The Randomness of Love ❯ Lovely(The Bonding) ( Chapter 2 )

Evangeline lay against the silk sheets of her four poster bed. She smiled at Luciel as he stood at the end between the two billowing curtains.

“Join me.” She called to him.

He was hesitant. He knew the powers she had over him. The way a single touch of her skin could set a thriving fire in the pit of his stomach. A fire he felt would devour him if he didn't have her.

It was then that he knew lust.

Luciel looked away. He couldn't stand to look at her. It drove him insane. He knew he loved her, how could he not? She gave her whole self to him.

“Join me?”

He could tell that she was uncertain now. He wanted to soothe her. He didn't know why. He had always opted to dislike her. He hated her.

And still he crawled onto the bed and lay beside her. He didn't feel like making love. But he wanted to comfort her. And for some reason his presence always comforted her; Even though hers always put him on edge.

He lay to the side, staring at her profile. She was beautiful. He believed her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He leaned over, kissing her gently on the corner of her mouth. He was glad she hadn't tried to change it into something deeper.

Evangeline savored these moments, the moments when it seemed like he still loved her as he did before. She wanted to pull him against her, but it was these times that he wanted to be sweet, not passionate. Times when he only wished to comfort her like a true lover.

“Thank you, Luciel.”

He stiffened at her words. It hurt something deep inside of him; made his heart ache with remorse. `I love you so much' it echoed inside of his head. Evangeline had never said she loved him, but it was her voice; her sweet melodic voice whispering those beautiful and fulfilling words to him.

He didn't know they were memories from and past like, and it was most likely that he would never find out.

 

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Pierre angrily pushed Muriel to the alley wall. She growled at him, baring he fangs at him. His eyes flashed to a golden ochre as he held her there.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“Fuck you, Muriel.”

“Oh my God! You know my name.”

He growled sinking his curved nails into her shoulders. She bit back a gasp of pain as she stared into his eyes. He literally freaked her out. There was little doubt in her brain that he would not killer her if provoked. But she was just too damn stubborn.

“I said you wife was a fucking prissy bitch,”

Pierre felt rage boil thorugh his blood. No one ever talked of his wife like that. Not even a woman. It didn't matter to him.

“How could you?”

“How could I not?” She smiled at him.

She was mocking him. He knew it. He felt the proud animals within him take control. Wings burst from his back filling the capacity of the alley way. He saw a flicker of fear in her eyes as she was engulfed in the shadow of his large black wings.

Then she shifted and slid out of his grip. When he turned around she was stark naked in front of him.

There was something by the look in her face that set his blood on fire, with something other than rage. He felt pain as he realized he wanted her; that devilish she-panther. His head spun. How could he?

“Pierre…”

All he could hear was Rosaline's voice calling out to him then the faint feeling of being rushed. Before he knew it he was on the ground with his wings slowly receding into his back.

“Huh?”

“You dirty old man. I should've known you'd let a naked female distract you.”

He looked up to see Muriel above him with a big smile on her face. He grew panicked before he saw that she had clothes on. “Get off me.”

“Nuh-uh.”

He growled, she was like an insatiable child, only wanting to irritate him in any way possible. “Get off me.”

She cocked her head. “Why? Would you rather be on top?”

He blushed at her unexpected deduction.

She smiled. He was so sweet. It was a shame that when he opened his mouth he was such an asshole. She thought it best he keep it closed.

“Keep your tongue in check and I promise I won't kiss you again.”

“That doesn't bother me; it's your endless insults that do it.”

“Oh, so you actually like me kissing you?” She quarried.

He blushed,

Oh, hew was absolutely adorable!

“Well, we will both keep our tongues in check. Deal?”

“Deal, now get off of me.”

“No problem.” She chirped getting off him.

To his surprise she helped him up. To her surprise he accepted her help. She had a feeling this was going to be a strange affair.