La Chateau d'Ausus

rolls my eyes, makes a note to replace all the female waitstaff with males whenever the angel is staying

I expect to see you tonight. Dinner is at six. I will hurt you if you are a minute late. And not in a fun way.

smiles
Enjoy yourself darling.

I'll be there.. just don't expect bells :kiss:
 
Walking up the path through the carefully manicured gardens, I approach the beautiful chateau. Pausing at the door, I smooth my dress over my curves before knocking and, after a pause, entering. My heels clicking slowly, rhythmically, on the polished floor as I walk hesitantly inside. The net underskirts swish around my thighs.

Hello…?” I call out, wandering through the hallway, flicking long dark hair back behind my shoulders. My blue eyes taking in the sumptuous décor, wondering just where the owner might be, taking a deep breath and trying to calm the fluttering excitement in my stomach.
 
I hear the siren call of heels, sitting in my office, working through some paperwork, I smile.

I had wondered when she'd show. Teasing me for days, weeks, and now...

I step around my desk and walk to the hallway, waiting till she's just in front of me to step from the shadows.

"Ma chere." My voice is soft, giving away none of my excitement, "Welcome. Can I get you anything?" A wink, and a devilish little grin. My pencil skirt and white oxford shirt is nothing compared to that dress. My hands are already itching to touch.
 
A soft gasp as she appears in front of me, a shy smile in response.
I've been waiting to visit for sometime and now, I can't quite believe I'm really here...with her.

"I'd be lying if I didn't say I was dying to look around this place...but perhaps a drink first would be nice...?"
My voice is quiet, but it still echoes in the cavernous hallway.
 
It's really amazing, I've been waiting for her, in awe of her skills, and she's the one trembling in my hallway.

I wave to my staff, whom I know is watching. They will meet us in the study with libations.


"Well, ma chere, pick a direction, and we shall find new and interesting places to partake of each other, I mean, drinks." At this I laugh softly "Sorry it couldn't be helped, you look so adorable, I had to throw at least one corny pick-up line."

I hold out my hand for her, ready to show her my little piece of lit.
 
I find myself laughing and blushing in equal measure at her line and the compliment that follows.

Taking her hand and looking around, I try to follow her suggestion and pick a direction but the soft, smoothness now resting in mine keeps distracting me.

I want to suggest upstairs, meaning we could work our way back down, but I'm unsure how that will sound. But life is for the living, I have been waiting to visit for so long...

"How about we start at the top and work our way down...?"
My smile is flirtatious, still a little bashful, but unquestionably mischievous.
 
"Deal." I stop, turn and look her over from head to toe, smiling the entire time.

"You are right. That was the way to go."

Giggling to myself, I turn and tug her up the stairs, pointing out the different rooms. We stop and tour my opulent bedroom, I watch her walk slowly around the room, and I lean against the chair.

"Thoughts?"
 
More giggles as she looks me over, swinging ever so slightly from side to side as she does so.

We head upstairs and it is even more stunning than I could have imagined. Her bedroom especially so. Muted colours, gorgeously soft fabrics that cry out to be touched, to have fingers trailed across them. A haven.

"It...well, it's beautiful. Really it is..." A small laugh before adding softly, "You'll have to come to my cottage one day..." Thinking that while very different, they both have their similarities. Wonder what she'd make of the simplicity...? But that's a question to muse on when, and if, she visits me out in the woods. For now, I'm here and it's beautiful.

I wander to the window, unable to resist running my fingers over the heavy fabric that hangs down the side of it.
"Gorgeous..." I sigh before looking back at her over my shoulder. "The room's not bad either!"
 
I have to laugh softly at her comment. She continues to finger the fabric and I step up close behind her, this close I can smell her hair, and I inhale softly. Intoxicating. My hand moves next to hers on the curtains and I move the fabric aside

"The pool is over there, and my garden just beyond it. There is something amazing about the lush..I pause...vegetation in this area. It's stunning."

I keep my voice low and measured in her ear. I want to pull her closer, but for noww content myself with being this close to her. I wonder if she can hear my heart pounding.
 
I try not to let my breathing get too out of control as she moves to stand closer, almost too close and yet...not close enough.

My eyes follow her words and sparkle slightly at the mention of a pool.
Her voice is low and I find myself almost straining to hear her speak, wanting to tilt my head towards her mouth. I can feel her breath brush past as she talks and it sends tingles dancing across my skin.

"The gardens must be lovely in summer..." I say before wanting to smack myself in the forehead. Couldn't I have come up with something better than that...?! Why am I so nervous?

"I would say I'd love to see your pool but I lack the necessary clothes for that little trip and I'm sure there is plenty still to see inside..." I turn slightly, still looking at her over my shoulder. My hand hovering just below her's on the curtain. "Where to next...?"
 
She turns and I am lost in her eyes for a minute. My hand absently reaches up to curl a piece of her hair behind her ear. It's soft beneath my finger, my breath catches, and I tilt my head.

Unknown to me, I bite my lip gently. It stops me from leaning forward to press my lips to hers. I imagine them to be soft and full, pressed against my own. I catch her eye and grin sheepishly, then take her hand and lead her out of my room.


"The library, the lab, and as we head downstairs the kitchens, salon and the study."

I am brusque. Dammit. I should have kissed her.
 
For a moment it felt like...her fingers moving my hair, her eyes looking into mine, a nibble of her lip...I could have sworn...

I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding as I let her lead me out of the bedroom and continue the tour.

"All sounds very exciting..." I reply, genuinely excited but inwardly berating myself for not being more...something...!

"So, can I ask...why the chateau...? I mean, for your personal space...probably an odd question but I'd still like to know...help me find out a little more about you...about what you like..." I squeeze her hand slightly as we walk.
 
Ahead of us on the table is some lemonade and strawberries, I pour her a glass, handing it to her while I ponder her question.

"Well, I used to have a suite at Cloud Nine. When my relationship with Rayne soured, I decided that I needed a place of my own, but was unsure what I wanted. After some thought, I felt that a chateau would fit my particular proclivities very well. In that I am very expensive." A smile "I love the opulence of it, and that I have a well-trained staff, okay not all of them are trained. But still!" I giggle and take a sip of the tart liquid

"The chateau fits me, je pense, I feel at home here..." I shrug lightly "Why'd you chose the cottage? Which I have every intention of visiting, so you know." Another wink, and I pat the seat next to me.
 
I listen to her explanation whilst sipping the lemonade, it's refreshing and tingles more than pleasantly on my tongue.
"Oh I think the chateau fits you perfectly, without question."
I take another sip before replying.

"I chose the cottage because it's my ideal getaway. Far from the madding crowd, close to nature," I can't help but glance down at the less than outdoorsy clothing I've worn to visit her in with a wry grin. "Like all women I like the fancier things in life, the sparkles, the dressing up...but I'm at my most comfortable when I'm in the cottage, out in the peace and quiet, with no one, no need, to impress...just me..."

I realise I'm rambling and stop, but add quickly before taking a long sip from the glass in my hand. "And I can't wait for you to visit and tell me if it fits me as this place does you..." I add a wink of my own, just for good measure.
 
"Bien sur ma chere. I will come visit." Another sip and I set my glass down. "You look gorgeous by the way, I adore what that dress does with those curves. I'm a fan."

My hands twist in my lap a little and for once in my life I feel at a loss for words. I want to engage her, I want to touch her. It's interesting to be on this side, though most of the time, I can bark out orders and watch my boy and staff trip over themselves to carry it out. But here, here I just want to whisper in her ear. And then I decide that's exactly what I will do. Leaning down, my lips at her ear level, I whisper...

Thank you for coming, I am so glad that you're here. I've had a crush for a while, now.
 
"Thank you..." I manage to control my voice enough to respond to her compliment on my dress, and what it is wrapped around. I look up at her through dark lashes, wondering if I should say that I am as much a fan of hers.

Then she leans closer and another breath catches in my throat. Her words are softly whispered in my ear and make me shift a little.
As she pulls back I meet her eyes and smile, my voice as soft as hers when I reply,
"I'm glad too...if I'm honest, I'd been wondering how to get an invite for quite some time..."
 
Her eyes staring up at me, brimming with honesty, and I just. can't. stop. I slide forward on the leather, my hands cupping her chin, quickly bringing her lips to mine, my lips press to hers softly, then a little deeper. My breath catches and I pull back slightly and look into her eyes again.

"I couldn't help myself."
 
The kiss comes and goes so swiftly were it not for the tingling of my lips I would doubt it had even happened. My breathing is quicker than before and I am sure my cheeks slightly flushed, especially as I give my response.

"Then let me help you..."

Leaning forward I press a kiss of my own to her cheek, hand tentatively moving forwards to rest lightly on her knee as my lips move to hers. The kiss is slow, soft, lingering.
 
She tastes of lemons and strawberries, and I immediately deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue over those full lips. Those errant fingers of mine are already teasing into her hair, tugging her forward, closer.

Our lips meld and move over each other, I am surprised when I let loose a soft whimper. My eyes close and my other senses are heightened, I can hear the soft rustle of the tulle on her underskirt, feel the soft slither of her hand over my thigh, taste the citrusy tang of her lips and that delightful tongue that dances with my own.

What an enchantress.
 
I sigh against her lips, my tongue tasting eagerly, stroking hers whenever it comes within reach.

My hand glides up her thigh until it finds her hip, then upwards to her waist. Resting there, for the time being, resisting the urge to pull her closer. To show her how happy I am to be here, with her.

She's strong, you can see it when she walks and talks, and yet now she's so soft, so gentle. Her soft sounds make me squirm slightly, knowing she's enjoying this as much as I. They also make me want to hear her make more of the same...they make me want to kiss her all over, just to hear the variety of sighs I know would come tumbling from those tantalising, pouting lips.
 
I break the kiss and force my eyes open to look at her, to admire the blush moving over her cheeks.

Another small kiss. She's just that sweet.


"I could keep kissing you, darling. I could do more. But the real world is calling, and I want to know more about how to elicit some more kisses from you. I'll be calling on the cottage soon, sugar. Until then, stop by the chateau anytime you want some attention."

One more kiss and I slip from the room, dreamily.
 
I hold back a whine as the kiss ends, smiling shyly as I am bestowed with one more before she explains she must leave.

"I understand and sadly, I was about to admit the same, the real world is demanding I head to my bed...but I will come back, soon, I promise..."

I savour the last kiss, hoping this was merely an introduction to more kisses...and much more besides.
I brush down my dress, sneak one more strawberry and head back downstairs to show myself out.
Already planning what I will wear the next time I come calling.
 
Head back to my place after a very awesome weekend. I was sick, but still managed to ring my 28th in, in style. Angel so rocked her feathers and curls, and that girl on stage with the fire... yummy.

Today was interesting. Got a text from someone who I thought was gone from my life. Funny, how when I think he's gone.. he comes back. It's not a bad thing, but his power over me. It's not the same. I'm not the same. And that feels good. Because when I wanted him, I felt like I needed him. And I don't anymore. He can be in my life, and I don't have to feel like it's a toxic thing. Which is awesome, I never hated him. Just what it did to us. It's better some how.

I dump my gifts on the table and let my staff take care of them. They will be appropriately placed in my chateau. Looking over the lounge, I know that I could be out there raising hell, but I'm not. I am not feeling it tonight. But I do turn on the fire and nurse a glass of wine. Maybe I'll get a guest, maybe I won't. But I'm good either way.
 
Noon decides to stop by and pay a visit-perhaps a quick one, perhaps not-to a friend of his while it's still her birthday. He spies her in the chateau and quickly is allowed in to visit her, sitting in front of a roaring fireplace.

"Hey there, sweets, how was your big day?" He gives her a big smile and wraps her up in a tight hug with a kiss on the cheek.
 
Happy to see him, I return the kiss and the hug, settling back down into my couch, letting him settle next to me.

I am great. Tried writing on our thread.. didn't work out so hot. I know what I want to happen, just wasn't able to get it out on the screen yet. I promise you'll have something tomorrow.

How are you? How was work?
 
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