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For a short while Sybil had wondered if she'd even be able to leave her apartment on the Christmas Eve, the snow coming in droves the day before. But it had tapered off through the night, and on the 24th the roads and footpaths were all clear of it. She'd bundled up to meet Henri at the Soup Kitchen, their time there passing quickly. A few hours of ladeling soup, serving up rolls, and handing over baskets of canned goods and gifts for the children, and she honestly felt as if she'd done something to help those who needed it. It wasn't enough, the simple giving of food only a bandage on the wound. But it was what they could manage today, though she finds herself more determined to contribute more to Darrow in the coming year.

It's perhaps an appropriate mood for going to mass. She's never been to a Catholic Church before, and it seems rather disappointing in the end. In English just as any service she was used to, but with a dreadful number of candles it seems to her. Overall she finds lttle different, refusing communion as the entire idea of transubstantiation seems suspect, but enjoyable nontheless. It's nicer to have Henri to share it with, even if he seems somber at some points of the night.

When they leave it's nearly one in the morning, truly Christmas day. It's snowing again and as she slips her arm through his offered one, Sybil looks up to him contentedly. "Happy Christmas."

Date: 2014-01-04 10:42 pm (UTC)
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And just like that, Sybil sat nearly naked in his arms. Gone were corsets, and shifts, and underpinnings - Henri had gathered that much from seeing enough women walking down the street in much less than Sybil ever wore - and all it took to bring them skin to skin was pushing off her dress. He had expected as much, after a fashion, but the experience of it still left him blushing. He swallowed as he gazed at her (and he couldn’t do anything but gaze at her for a moment or two, much to his embarrassment), sensing all at once the speed with which the evening was moving, knocked off-course by the suddenness of it all.

But he took a breath, and ran his fingers over the dip of her collarbone, and smiled at her. “Ma belle,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to the base of her neck where it met her shoulder.

Date: 2014-01-05 02:42 am (UTC)
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Henri exhaled against her skin, pressing another kiss to her shoulder, and one to her collarbone, murmuring softly in French. When he lifted his gaze to meet hers, his smile was warm and breathless, and he kissed her with real passion as his hands ran carefully up her body.

Date: 2014-01-05 03:03 am (UTC)
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Le bon Dieu, Sybil…” Henri murmured breathlessly against her lips. He wanted her, wanted everything she would give - and more, frankly, though he was far too careful to even ask. The feeling of her fingers in his hair made him shudder, but when he ran his hand over her breast, he still met he gaze with a questioning look.

Date: 2014-01-05 03:54 am (UTC)
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Lying next to her, nose to nose, and with his hands still on her body, Henri only gazed at her for moment, a smile playing at his lips. “You are a wonder,” he murmured, not caring that he had already said as much that night. There was a good chance he would say it again before the night was through.

Date: 2014-01-05 04:14 am (UTC)
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Henri chuckled softly as she pulled his spectacles off, his smile still playful when she returned to his arms. Brushing her hair back from her face, he kissed her - first gently, but soon with renewed passion, pulling her close once again.

Date: 2014-01-05 04:28 am (UTC)
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Henri exhaled softly through his teeth, eyes slipping shut. “Sybil…” He breathed her name as a shiver passed through him. As much as he wanted her, he hesitated now, less certain as they crept close to a point of no return. He swallowed. “Sybil, I don’t want you to regret…"

Date: 2014-01-05 04:55 am (UTC)
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Henri laughed softly, ducking his head. “I have difficulty believing that, though I suppose I have no choice.” He had made the right decision, then, stopping matters where they were. Her reaction solidified that. Still, he could not help but wish that were not the case.

Honor could be a terribly frustrating thing, from time to time.

He kissed her forehead. “I would like nothing better than to stay, if you will have me."

Date: 2014-01-05 04:19 pm (UTC)
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Henri’s smile was still breathless. “Dieu, ma chere.” He exhaled and blinked a few times. For a moment, he considered taking back his earlier hesitation. He could tell her just how much he wanted her, and ask if he might take her at her word - and she would say yes, he was almost sure of it.

But it was that very certainty that convinced him to keep his thoughts to himself. Just being here with him, Sybil had tossed away the conventions of her world, and though she had done so freely and happily, he knew that regret could creep up easily on a person. What was easy to ignore in a moment of passion could haunt someone come morning.

Instead, he cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. The pendant he had given her rested between her breasts, and seemed to give out a warm glow of its own. Henri was sure he had never seen anything so beautiful. “Happy Christmas,” he whispered.

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