Christmas Eve (for Henri)
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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."
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."
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Date: 2014-01-04 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-04 10:42 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-01-05 02:09 am (UTC)She does wonder if it will be an evening filled with her gasping breath, unable to stop herself at his kiss. Sybil pulls to him, his skin warm and electric where it touches, her hands moving slowly up his back.
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Date: 2014-01-05 02:52 am (UTC)Her fingers curl in his hair when he kisses her again. Sybil matches his passion, feeling electric, alive. There's no shame in this, she thinks, in loving someone so very much as to wish to know all of them. How can there be?
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Date: 2014-01-05 03:44 am (UTC)Her nod is slow, but it comes after a moment of consideration and steadying her breathing. Her kiss needs no consideration, and she pulls them both til they're laying on the bed instead of sitting perched on its edge. Still half dressed, it's another decision made, another realisation that she wants this, him, and more.
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Date: 2014-01-05 04:36 am (UTC)"You are the most handsome and noble man I have known," she says with no prevarication and great affection. "Still, you will stay? I should like to fall asleep with you."
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Date: 2014-01-05 04:55 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-01-05 05:11 am (UTC)"I would have you always, if you were willing," she says, her heart racing at what's both a serious and a provocative admission. Sybil would she realises, she would have him by her side and with her whenever she might, for as long as thing place would allow them.
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Date: 2014-01-05 04:19 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2014-01-07 03:31 am (UTC)"Happy Christmas, my darling," she whispers back, her smile warm and filled with love. She knows that she will have to move, to slip on a chemise and likely offer him her scrubs so he has something to sleep in that isn't his trousers. But for now she's content to lay in his arms a while longer, marveling in what they have, and how happy she is.