Immortal Love (Closed for Veroe)

IC: Alain De'Montreau

He bent down trailing kisses from her lips down her neck to her chest. In between kisses he said, "In fact...I would say...it's been so long...I feel just as nervous...about making love to you...again now."

Her back arched presenting the luscious bounty of her breast for his lips. "It is so... Terribly dreamlike that we could ever be together like this again."

"If this is a dream," He murmured lowering his lips to tease a nipple, "Then let's never wake up again."
 
To stay together like this forever....

She whispered her hands moving to let fingertips dance through his hair. She had missed this. Missed him more than she ever realized. It had always been Alain and always would be no matter what.

I love you my templar.

She purred as she had that first night
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

"If this is a dream," He murmured lowering his lips to tease a nipple, "Then let's never wake up again."

"To stay together like this forever...." She whispered wistfully as her fingers sifted through his hair. She looked into his eyes adding, "I love you my templar."

Alain normally did not like it when people reminded him of his long ago past as a violent angry and bigoted religious extremist zealot. Remembering his life as a knight templar and all the things he had done to innocent civilians in the holy land just for the sin of not worshipping the same god he did made him physically sick now. Yet from Selena's lips the sting of the word was left wanting. His love for this woman washed away all sins better than blood of any messiah ever could.

He leaned in and inhaled the scent of her. She purred in pleasure like a cat being played with like she had that very first time in Cairo. "I love you my priestess."

He kissed down from her breasts down her stomach to the paradise between her legs. "Even when you tore my heart out of my chest in Venice...I never stopped loving you."
 
Venice... This train car would forever be Venice. Gitana told her time and again that keeping this car looking this way would not kill her not in the way she wanted. Just like that butcher would never kill her. She merely killed herself every night falling asleep and again waking up in... Venice. Her hands moving to hold his her fingers training with his she gasped feeling him move down her body. Arching she gasped feeling each and every kiss and touch as if the very first between them.

Yes...

Words tried to form and to find sound but were barely more than a gasped reply.
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

He kissed down from her breasts down her stomach to the paradise between her legs. "Even when you tore my heart out of my chest in Venice...I never stopped loving you."

"Venice...Yes..." She gasped as his mouth prostated itself before the altar of her womanhood to pay homage to the goddess speaking.

His hands curled under her thighs lifting her up to the worship of tongue and lips. His exotic goddess, his desert priestess, his love, his wife, his redemption. Selena was all these things and so much more to him. Before her he traveled through life never really

"Not just Venice..." He said tongue rolling over her clitoris, "Our new home...wherever you, me, the kiddo are...together...always..."
 
She arched as he lifted her hips more. Her body trembling as she moved her hands to caress him and hold him closer still to her. His tongue and lips the entire world in this moment. His words sinking into her mind but words were not capable or willing to escape her lips due to all of the pleasure building within her. Her head tossed back lips parted in gasps her eyes closed as pleasure and passion overwhelmed her body. His affection and his words searing her mind and soul with all that they should have all they could have all they could be as... A family.
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

His hands curled under her thighs lifting her up to the worship of tongue and lips. His exotic goddess, his desert priestess, his love, his wife, his redemption. Selena was all these things and so much more to him. Before her he traveled through life never really

"Not just Venice..." He said tongue rolling over her clitoris, "Our new home...wherever you, me, the kiddo are...together...always..."

Her back arched as his tongue paid homage to the goddess that was Selena at the altar that was her clitoris, and Alain cherished the pleasure-soaked sounds that came out of her mouth. He was intent on hearing his erstwhile wife make more of those sounds.

Her hands reach and caress his shoulders and back and thread through his hair pressing more firmly to his most cherished task. His hands cradled her trembling hips as continued on his holy quest to bring forth more of the pleasured moans, sighs, and whimpers.
 
The growing pleasure. His affections and intensity of pleasure. She was gasping hips bucking against his affections as orgasm began to rumble deep within her. Pleasure she had seldom if ever before or after Alain.

My love...

She whimpered as her body began to fall deep into that chasm of orgasmic bliss.
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

"Not just Venice..." He said tongue rolling over her clitoris, "Our new home...wherever you, me, the kiddo are...together...always..."

She rolled her hips grinding her sex into his mouth working over time, "My love..." Her words trailed off as her body quivered and convulsed in cataclysms of nirvana.

He curled her up in his arms as the orgasms rampaged throughout her body. He waited whispering sweet sweet phrases proclaiming his love to her as she took time to regain herself from the foray into the realms of bliss.

When she was finished he held her and leaned in to kiss her again. "That was only the beginning tonight, my love."
 
Selena curled into his embrace as her body calmed. Her eyes seeking to sink into his as she hugged him close. She had not felt such passion and pleasure in a very long time.

I love you

She softly gasped as the electrical sensation began to subside within her body
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

When she was finished he held her and leaned in to kiss her again. "That was only the beginning tonight, my love."

She curled up into his arms like a cat content in its protection and Alain's heart was truly touched by that small unintended act from her. He caught her breathy words between breaths, "I love you."

"I love you too, Selena, my priestess, my wife..." His heart spoke back to her, "That was what was in my heart all these years. Even when I denied it to myself, even when I was fool enough to believe the lie, my heart never stopped loving you and you alone."

He bent down his head so his face was over hers and began to kiss feather soft raindrops of kisses on whatever was in range: forehead, cheek, the tip of her nose, her chin, her lips...all was his heart to hers.
 
A smile as she kissed him softly as well. Happy and safe as she had not felt in a long time. Perhaps not truly since Venice. He was the whole of her heart. The final piece back in place and above all else she finally felt completely whole. Her family though somehow dead Alain was back and that made it all safer and stronger. Hugging him close her legs twining with his as they took all the time in the world delving into a tender passion only they knew.

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Sonam had continued to search through the office that was now hers and slowly realized that there was some creepy accurate plans all along that Frank had arranged or helped arrange. Not get involved my ass she muttered reading over some paperwork about past destinations and people. Including his letters to unnamed people explaining in that ever cryptic Frank lingo about why he had changed routes and towns and then one about her. Explaining his reasons and rhymes for choosing her and his absolute refusal to take no for an answer.

Damn you old man you were alot more same and perceptive than you let on.

She mumbled till she found a letter to her from Frank.

Kiddo she is all yours. Your job with Selena and the carnival. To tell you the truth everything about it has been in your name for a couple months now. They have faith in you and know you will run this place like the family we all are and as for the other task I have given you. You have got this. Know when to separate yourself from one title to the other and dont change any of my plans for this yr. I made them for a very specific purpose. Trust your gut and my last act for your mother. I'm not getting any younger and the next time he finds us will be my last. This fight is now for you younger people and their world not ours. Take care and I know you have this.

Love Frank
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

He bent down his head so his face was over hers and began to kiss feather soft raindrops of kisses on whatever was in range: forehead, cheek, the tip of her nose, her chin, her lips...all was his heart to hers.

She smiled kissing him back.

In turn his kisses began to center on her lips, dropping soft feathery raindrops of kisses on her. He looked into her eyes, lost within them and never wanting to be found again.

She wrapped her legs around his as they lay together there in her rocking railroad car winding its way through the smokey mountains.

They held each other like that for some time before slowly, "Ready for more, my love?"
 
Yes my love

She purred snuggling close her hands moving to caress and and remember him even more. Her body pressed against his as she loved how slow sensual and tender their physical romantic reunion was. There was no need to rush no hurry simply the two of them and all the time in the world safe with each other. The gentle rumble of the train cradling them there within the bed that was just like their married bed in Venice.

Alain...

She softly whispered between kisses slow and passionate tender and true.
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

They held each other like that for some time before slowly, "Ready for more, my love?"

"Yes my love," Was Selena's purring answer. Her body pressed up against him hands roaming over his body.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Alain smiled to her. He kissed her the long years disappearing in this space-a rocking train winding its way through wooded mountains-no this was a place where time stood still, a place where they existed as they were back in Venice.

"Alain..." She whispered between peppering him with kisses.

He kissed as his hands gravitated up to her breasts, fingers circling the nipples there as their tongues twined and hearts met.
 
Immortality had never meant anything to her when she was not with him. Now once more together there was true pleasure in that word. Time was nothing to them love was so much more. Passion and pleasure and intimacy that only centuries could teach. Bodies twined together lips sealed and hands slithering their way over forms burned into the very fibers of their hearts and souls.

Her hands danced and tugged at him seeking to keep them as close as possible. Lost in feelings she feared were never hers to have till now.

Alain...
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

He kissed as his hands gravitated up to her breasts, fingers circling the nipples there as their tongues twined and hearts met.

"Alain..." He heard her repeat his name as her hands were everywhere trying to pull him in tighter and closer to her body.

It had been so long since he and Selena could be together like this. A part of him had dreamed of being with his beloved wife off and on ever since Venice. Alain was so beside himself. It was surreal with how perfect this moment was.

He continued kissing her but he moved in between her thighs and sighed as certain body parts brushed her certain body parts.

"Selena," He said placing himself at the gates of heaven between her legs, "I love you. I will always love you." Then gently, tenderly he began to push past those gates and enter the paradise within the priestess.
 
A gasp as her arms and legs curled around the one she had loved and missed the most. Pressing against him letting her belly dance trained form writhe and undulate there with him in the perfect bliss they always were.This is how it was always supposed to be. The two of them together in such perfect unity love and security.

No other thought touched her mind in this moment just their love and passion. Strength from him and a will to finally see this as her immortal future grew deep in her mind a new sense of will and power.
 
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IC: Alain De'Montreau

"Selena," He said placing himself at the gates of heaven between her legs, "I love you. I will always love you." Then gently, tenderly he began to push past those gates and enter the paradise within the priestess.

He gloried in the sound of her gasped breath, the flex of her arms and legs curling over his pulling him in tighter, the wonderful sensuality of the little motions and shift of her pelvis to welcome every thrust of his manhood with a new angle, a new sensation for him to delight in. He loved this woman. He loved making love to this woman.

They kissed as they made love, no not making it-for it was already there underneath debris of time and the flotsam of regret but now in this moment it rekindled back to roaring inferno. No they did not make love-the gods' honest truth was that love made them.
 
I love you...

She gasped as her body arched hugging him tight. Time was nothing here all that existed in this moment were two bodies as one two hearts as one two souls whole once more in each others embrace. Her head tossed back her body clung tight to his as aloof the pleasure and passion electrified her every fiber of being.

Always my love...
 
IC: Brother Mogoro and Sifu

"When are you going to tell me where we are going," Mogoro called after the two women as they went inside of the all night diner on the side of the lonely highway they had been driving down for the last twenty-four hours straight. Now they had stopped for a quick bite to eat. "It's to where De'montreau and the Preistess are hiding, isn't it?"

"When you want to start being honest with why you want to know," The woman that De'Montreau had always respected said over her shoulder before sliding into a booth. The diner beside one waitress and a cook in back was utterly empty. They were the only customers there.

He plopped down across from her and glared into her eyes. "I have a message from him to De'montreau."

"Which is," She said scooting over to make room for Valeria on the seat beside her.

Conversation stopped as the waitress brought over their menus and received orders for three coffees. Once she left to prepare their coffee Mogoro returned to glaring at De'Montreau's teacher. "It is meant for him alone."

"I think there is no message. He's using you as a bloodhound to sniff out his prey," She picked up the menu and began looking over the offerings of this fine dining establishment. She looked over to Valeria, "It seems I can't have my usual Shaolin fare here. I'll have to settle for the greasy fried foods they sell here in America. Valeria, be a dear and tell me how good a cheeseburger and fries actually are? In all the time I've lived here in this country I've never actually had one."

"Don't you think I know that," He snarled, "But if he's following me...I can lead him into a place where he's at a disadvantage and we outnumber him."

The stopped talking again when the waitress brought over three steaming mugs of coffee to the table. They then gave their orders and the waitress left to give it to the cook.

"And that's why I don't think you are being honest with anyone," Sifu said blowing on the surface of her hot mug of coffee, "Especially with yourself."

"I want him dead for what he's done," He retorted to her, "Perfectly honest, see."

The waitress came back with their meals in hand and then left them, and Sifu stared down at her plate of an American cheeseburger and french fries like the waitress had set a plate of live worms and bugs in front of her. Leaning over to Valeria she asked, "How does one go about eating these things?"

"You know the thing that can help us," Mogoro put in looking pointedly at Valeria, "Full access to the information the watchers have on him."

Sifu lifted a French fry up and took an experimental nibble from it, and then looked at it with a curled nose, "So salty." Then to Mogoro, "I doubt her fellow watchers would approve of letting you look into their secret information."

"I was married to a watcher I know how the organization works," Mogoro stated looking to Valeria again, "All I would need is the access code of an active member."

"As I have come to understand them...the other watchers would see that as giving one immortal an unfair advantage over the other in the great contest for the big prize when there's only one of us left," She glanced over to her favorite pupil, "So the question you must answer, Valeria, is will you sacrifice the trust your peers have granted you to just observe what we do or decide to play favorites?"

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IC: Alain De'Montreau

They kissed as they made love, no not making it-for it was already there underneath debris of time and the flotsam of regret but now in this moment it rekindled back to roaring inferno. No they did not make love-the gods' honest truth was that love made them.

She arched her back underneath him arms tightening her embrace as the muscles of her sex did the same around his thrusting manhood. "I love you...always my love..."

Together they climbed up the waves of passion until they crested the peak, and then the descent down from the wave's peak.

"Selena..."
 
She tried to help her Sifu. Smirking and trying to stifle a chuckle and walks over to the waitress to get a selection of dips for Sifu to try to cut the salt taste. Walking back over she knew the question she was going to get.

I will not go against my training and dishonor Sully like that but I will say this Sonam is right this not getting involved rule is bullshit... especially with people like him running around. I will say that I now know the movements of certain family of the fallen Hyoka.

She needed something stronger than coffee. She would miss her weekly beer with Sully.

As for other people's whereabouts...The kid that was killed was not his only watcher. However their reporting pattern is not normal. Never has been and I don't know who gets it.

She shrugged and began to eat her food.

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Selena curled against him hearing him say her name as they came down from the impassioned bliss

Alain...

She kissed him softly and nuzzling and caressing him.

Beloved forever... my heart
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

Together they climbed up the waves of passion until they crested the peak, and then the descent down from the wave's peak.

"Selena..."

"Alain..." She whispered curling up against him like she used to in the days they were man and wife, like back in Venice.

"Selena," He whispered caressing her back as they both came down, "Let's never be apart again...I can't go through another Venice...where you go I go..."

He kissed her forehead gently, "...If you run from him...let me run with you...just don't leave me without you again."

"I love you," He declared, "I will always deeply love you."

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IC: Brother Mogoro and Sifu

"I was married to a watcher I know how the organization works," Mogoro stated looking to Valeria again, "All I would need is the access code of an active member."

"As I have come to understand them...the other watchers would see that as giving one immortal an unfair advantage over the other in the great contest for the big prize when there's only one of us left," She glanced over to her favorite pupil, "So the question you must answer, Valeria, is will you sacrifice the trust your peers have granted you to just observe what we do or decide to play favorites?"

Valeria got up and ask the waitress behind the counter for a collection of dipping sauces and returned with them for her Sifu to try.

"I will not go against my training and dishonor Sully like that but I will say this Sonam is right this not getting involved rule is bullshit..." She said sitting back into the diner's booth, "Especially with people like him running around. I will say that I now know the movements of certain family of the fallen Hyoka."

"You mean them," Mogoro glowered, "Then where the hell are they? Why haven't they ended him before he..." He cut himself off before he could say, "Before he murdered my wife."

"I fear objectivity is a discipline the young never learn the value of before its too late," Sifu sighed dipping one of the french fries into one yellow sauce. She bit into it and eye widened and turned to Valeria, "This makes it better."

"As for other people's whereabouts...The kid that was killed was not his only watcher." Valeria went on, "Never has been and I don't know who gets it."

"What does that matter," Mogoro said bitterly, "Even if Acheron still had a watcher they wouldn't have lifted a finger to stop him. No one does. Not De'Montreau. Not the priestess. Not any of us. No one."

"You feel depressed and bitter right now, because you think the night will never end and the dawn will never come again, but your wrong," Sifu told him, "I choose to believe in the goodness of others. In all my centuries of life they've rarely proven me wrong."

"Then you are a fool." Mogoro blared rising from the booth and storming out of diner back to their car.

Sifu tried another dipping sauce, this one white with greenish bits in it. It did not taste as good as the yellow one. To Valeria she said, "Beware. He is full of bitterness and guilt and rage. He will try to force you to give him your access codes and help him lash out with his self-destructive grief."
 
You forget the streets I came from Sifu. He won't win. He knows she would hate him for trying to use such tactics. Ihave known ones like her from my training. Its landmine line to get in as close as family with watcher and immortal. Even more so when the watcher is the spouse.

She looked to the door.

He is strong and has survived things most immortals cant even fathom. He doesn't need the code... just the right memory at the right time one he can't run from.

You all have them... moments that seem so insignificant that you barely remember anything about them but when the time is right they come back and hit even the most powerful of you like a bullet train of the hardest and sharpest diamond.

She shook her head.

As for The hyoka's family...

She looked to her phone with a chuckle.

Your student and his priestess are safer than than they will ever know. Would still love to know what power this priestess has over the boy. Completely batshit psycho at the drop of a hat.Gets in her presence and is... reverent... sane almost...

She shrugged and finished her food.

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Selena nodded curled there in his embrace.

Always... we will always run together safe... all 3 of us.

She smiled to him closing her eyes letting herself get lost in his touch.

Forever...
 
IC: Alain De'Montreau

"I love you," He declared, "I will always deeply love you."

"Always..." Selena agreed curling up in his arms, "We will always run together safe... all 3 of us."

"Yeah," He smiled at the thought to her, "We can be the family you know I've always yearned for but was forever denied. We could do it, Selena. Me as father, you as mother, and Sonam as our daughter...though she might not like me putting myself in that role, but won't it be good...just for once to be part of a family again. To feel that forever."

She smiled to him closing her eyes letting herself get lost in his touch. "Forever..."

The lay there naked just basking in their reconnection again. He idly, comfortingly, sifted his fingers through her hair down her back and again. Time passed and the train continued on its journey through the mountains of Tennessee towards its next stop. The door to the train car opened and through it walked in Sonam.

He pulled a blanket over them to preserve any sense of modesty he or Selena might have in front of the young woman. To her he asked, "Hey, kiddo, what's up?"

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IC: Sifu

Sifu tried another dipping sauce, this one white with greenish bits in it. It did not taste as good as the yellow one. To Valeria she said, "Beware. He is full of bitterness and guilt and rage. He will try to force you to give him your access codes and help him lash out with his self-destructive grief."

"You forget the streets I came from Sifu." She replied, "He won't win. He knows she would hate him for trying to use such tactics. I have known ones like her from my training. Its landmine line to get in as close as family with watcher and immortal. Even more so when the watcher is the spouse."

"I remember well the kind of pain and anger he is feeling," Sifu said doubtfully, "Losing my lover still hurts me even now a millennia later. There are wounds that should never be forgotten. In that state...there's no telling what he'll do."

"He is strong and has survived things most immortals cant even fathom." She went on watching the diner's door Mogoro had walked out through. "He doesn't need the code... just the right memory at the right time one he can't run from."

Sifu looked over to her pupil. "Very astute, but he is not me. I or Alain would be stopped with that strategy, but Mogoro is erratic at times, how can you be certain he'll react to that in the same way to a memory you raise to him?"

"You all have them... moments that seem so insignificant that you barely remember anything about them," She shook her in disagreement, "But when the time is right they come back and hit even the most powerful of you like a bullet train of the hardest and sharpest diamond."

Sifu nodded not fully trusting her student's confidence in the brighter side of Mogoro's human nature. She had lived longer and seen too many examples where human nature failed all too disastrously.

"As for The hyoka's family..." Valeria stated pulling out and glancing down at her phone with a harsh chortle, "Your student and his priestess are safer than than they will ever know. Would still love to know what power this priestess has over the boy. Completely batshit psycho at the drop of a hat. Gets in her presence and is... reverent... sane almost..."

Sifu nodded wishing she could experience the blind faith of the young again with her. "We will see."
 
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