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My Rightful Place: A Letter to Lestat de Lioncourt

My Dearest Lestat: 

As you read the heading to this correspondence you will no doubt pinch the bridge of your nose and wonder what I am up to. *soft smile* This is, as you will glean, not a letter from a Sœur to a Frére but from a member of Le Théâtre des Vampires Coven. 

In centuries past I have allowed this Coven to view me as weak and in need of protection. Though it was never my intent it seemed to suit my purpose after all that has past in Paris. By this you know I refer to Armand. It has come to light after serious consideration that after hearing of the possible threat to our Coven, our way of life and our Ancients by way of Rogues, that I take my rightful place within the Coven and seek out Armand and demand answers from him on this matter.

Oui Frére, do now pinch the bridge of your nose as you will no doubt mumble in our beloved French at the above declaration. It will do no good as my mind is made up. I am, after all, one of the oldest members of The Coven. Non. There are non older than our Ancients and as I write this I pause to think of my beloved Maharet. 

But… As one of the oldest I believe it now my duty to not only take my rightful place within but also to return and present my husband as a member of our Coven. Our bond and the marriage between us affords him the right and I will seek to obtain the acceptance from our Elders to record our union and place Basitaan in the Annals of Record as the husband and mate to Celeste dé Morte. 

With this being said Lestat, I will close for now. I miss you my frére and implore you to take care of matters in the States. Take care of my dearest and most trusted friend, May. She can be a handful at times but then you will remember, so can I. You have always done a beautiful job at taking care of me so I have no reason to believe that May’s care is not of the utmost importance to you and of the highest priority. *mon imp’s mischievous grin inserted here*

Take care mon frére bien-aimé ~ All my love ~

Celeste dé Morte-di Castello

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A Moment of Watching . . .

I enter our bedroom and lean against the door frame, watching you sleep. I can see the barely visible rise and fall of your chest. I hear the sounds of your soft sighs and wonder if you are dreaming of me, of us. It has been a long time since I stood like this… watching. Slowly, my hand moves to unbutton the blouse I had put on hours before. I chuckle as the memory of Tammy’s thought comes to my mind of how she hated to hug me for fear she would “muss” me. How wonderful it is to have her here and yet, this moment is not about that. This moment is about me, about you and about us. Quietly, I slip the blouse from my shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Soft silk, almost soundless on the carpet as it pools at my feet. You move, ever so slightly and I wait to see if you will open your eyes to me or continue to sleep. Moment’s pass in which you settle once more, I continue undressing, soundlessly, effortlessly and un-noticed, the zipper, one tooth at a time as it comes down slowly. The skirt joins the blouse and I step away from them both and into the room, just a few more feet, nothing more. Watching…

Effortlessly I step from my heels and stand beside the bed. I can see your face in the shadows cast from the room. Pale but beautiful in rest, your cheek bones carved as if by a sculptor. Your full lips I have felt thousands of times on my own and my fingers, without thought, reach to touch mine. I can almost feel your kiss on them and cannot help the smile that forms. My eyes follow the line from your mouth to your chest and the same fingers that touched my lips now reach out to touch where my eyes have traveled. But… not yet.

Pulling back I raise my leg on the chair that holds your clothes. The very ones you wore hours before and laid maliciously there before retiring. Without thought, my hands make quick work of the snaps on my garter and roll the silk stocking down to my feet. Pulling one then the other free and lay them to rest upon your shirt. The combination alone is arousing to me. The rest of my clothes are nothing but a memory as I inch closer to you, lying on the bed. Lower still my eyes travel to the silk sheet that rests low over your hips. Even in sleep I can see a desire, a hunger in you and I long to wake you. To fulfill the desire that is now calling to me.

So with a whispered word.. For your ears only.. “Amour”… I slide into the bed next to you. Your arms automatically open to me and I am in them without even a hair between us. Your eyes come open to mine and I am lost… It is a lost that love has found… an eternity to play out. For that, I am blessed and close the door on the world outside….

 

Posted via email from His Mio Bella Celeste