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The
next two days passed in a blur of last minute adjustments to gowns and plans.
It was all Marianne could do to keep herself sane during the hectic pace
everyone else was going through. She hid in her rooms again, being pulled from
them by Alayna only for meals.
Marianne
also decided that she would stop wearing the de Pottier colors (red, black and
silver), or at least stop wearing red, as she discovered in a fit of anxiety
that she looked sickly pale in her gown for the occasion. Black and silver
could be accents, but couldn�t be the dominating color or she washed out.
The
stress of the two days was added to when Catherine disappeared with everything
she�d brought with her save the dress she had planned to wear and with a horse
that had come from the carriage they had arrived in and saddle from the
stables. Marianne nearly passed out when she heard the news but Alayna, who was
with her at the time, simply shook her head sadly.
Catherine�s
note only confirmed what Alayna had suspected, which was that she would�ve
either gone insane from the weight of her fragile denial or done as she had and
run away from it. Marianne felt sad at the abrupt departure of her friend for
the entirety of the thirtieth, the day of Catherine taking her leave, but was
still capable of reasonably holding off a search party.
�The
horse and saddle are replaceable and the other items that she took were her own
to take. If you drag her back, despite any �secrecy� risks, she will flee
again. How many times will you drag her back to a place that she obviously does
not want to stay? You may think she is a risk to your secret but the most that
will come of it is a drunkard�s joke. No one will believe the word of a girl,
noble or not,� Marianne had stated quite plainly, but under the reasonability
was resentment that she spoke the truth.
It
had surprised her that she was listened to and even acknowledged as correct in
that instance. Then she shook her head. Of course they would listen to her.
Things were wholly different here compared to her family�s home outside of
Lyon, France.

The
day of All Hallows Eve was spent in a tormenting whirlwind of last minute
details, anywhere from where she�d wait for the ceremony to begin to the
smallest bit of stitching. The clock tower chimed the hours too slowly for
Marianne�s liking. She started writing the letter to her parents about
Catherine�s desertion. The ceremony was
supposed to be at moonrise, which meant about five that evening. It was lucky
that the moon was waxing perhaps, or they�d be having the wedding in the small
hours of the morning.
As
the clock sounded the fourth hour of the afternoon, Marianne stole down to the
room where she was to wait. There was a full-length mirror in the room that she
spent most of her time there fussing with her hair and dress alternately. The
nurse, Diane Labelle, joined Marianne in the room shortly after the clock
struck the half hour, bringing with her the garland of dark red and white flora
with a silver-white veil cascading from it. Marianne stood stark still as Diane
affixed the wreath to her head, making sure that it did not get caught on any
of the brown locks of hair. Diane then pulled Marianne�s hair back, and braided
it before curling it into a neat bun and fixing it so it wouldn�t unravel. This
particular hairstyle was usually hidden by Marianne�s pillbox hat but would not
be this evening, since it wouldn�t look as nice with the garland and veil in
place.
Marianne�s
nerves threatened to overwhelm her when the clock struck the fifth hour. Her
noble upbringing took over when she proved she could not act properly on it,
and left Marianne watching the proceedings as though she were one of those
watching. She hardly noticed anything said, though she�d been to a few weddings
in her time with the French Court so she knew how long it would be and where
approximately in the ceremony they were when she managed to snap back long
enough to hear what the officiator was saying.
She
stood next to Nicholas, her hand in his since the beginning of the ceremony
when she�d been given away by her cousin, Louis de Pottier, who was five years
her senior. She then figured out where Louis had vanished to when Marianne had
been but a girl of ten. She�d remembered missing him sorely, as they had gotten
along better than with most of their family.
Everything
beyond the veil was a shimmering white haze. The only thing keeping her from
completely losing herself in the tedium was his hand and the fact that, in that
white haze, she could still make out his face in profile.
Nicholas,
though Marianne wouldn�t know it, was much in the same stupor as she was. The
silver-white veil obscured the colors of her face but the lines of her face
were still visible. Her gown, he decided, was not her color. The cold whites,
blacks and silvers and the deep blood red made her already pale skin wash to an
almost sickly white. The only thing that saved her from looking nigh on dead
was a pale gold necklace with rubies of a pinkish-blood color giving back her
skin just a little bit of life. However, she couldn�t have looked more
beautiful to Nicholas.
His
mind still far from the tedious ceremony, he wryly admitted that he might be
falling for her. It wasn�t that outrageous of an idea, and she had progressed
gradually from the timid French noble simply carrying out her familial duty to
a young woman coming out of her protective shell. However, it was also easily
dismissible as a physical attraction that was blurring everything to be more
appealing. Her face was a pleasant blend of definition and soft lines. Her lips
were nicely defined, though the lower lip tended to stick just a bit further
out as though in a perpetual pout. There was just a fine dusting of freckles
across her nose and cheeks to remind any who cared to look that she was not
purebred French.
In
his far off corner of the universe, far from the ceremony and the girl he
contemplated, it had been interesting when he first contacted the Silver Fangs
of House Gleaming Eye with the intent of marrying one of their Kinfolk, having
discovered that their families were the safest to do so. They were rather loath
to let any girl from their Kinfolk families go, since their families were
dwindling, but were surprisingly quelled when he proposed to take Marianne
specifically. Apparently, they had a small (and by small they meant that they
didn�t care one way or the other about the girl) problem with the Fianna
�taint� in her.
Nicholas
remembered finding that her line of Goddards (one of House Austere Howl�s
favored kin alongside the Tudors and Windsors) had been cut from the
inheritance of the mortal family when Marianne�s grandfather unwittingly
married into the Fianna Kinfolk family Luna. Then it had been pure luck on the
side of the odd couple that their daughter attracted the eye of the heir to the
de Pottier estate (the de Pottiers being a House Gleaming Eye Kinfolk line). It
had been interesting petitioning House Austere Howl and the Fianna that claimed
the Luna clan for permission to take a wife from their Kinfolk. The Fianna had
been fine, though surprised to learn where Sinead Luna had disappeared to, and
the Goddards of House Austere Howl had quickly assented to his request �
notably with rather harsh words for their now French descendents.
That
brought him back at least to pay attention to his immediate surroundings.
Sometimes, even a taint of blood could be a blessing. Alayna had told him about
the strength she sensed in the French girl, but it needed careful coaxing to
bring out and it needed to be brought out soon. Marianne almost
immediately, visibly imperceptible to anyone watching, squeezed his hand after
the completion of his thought, presumably to alert him to the approaching
spoken formalities. True enough, as the recitation of lineage had finally come
about. However, Marianne didn�t know exactly how long this would be.
Marianne
quickly discovered that she had probably jumped to alert too soon. She saw the
slight smirk flash on the periphery of her vision on Nicholas� face. She sulked
in her mind, not allowing her posture to slip any from her disappointment. She
had so dearly been hoping that it would be over soon.
Nicholas,
when the time came, was the first to be taken through the various vows. The
wording was different from the ceremonies Marianne remembered but that was
easily chalked up to this being a definitely different situation. Almost too
quickly for her to adjust, it was suddenly Marianne�s turn to go through the
vows. She opened her mouth to say what she was supposed to but no sound came
out. Her noble upbringing took over again and saved her from the embarrassment
that would�ve resulted.
Her
words echoed in her head, and seemed to spell some sort of finality. Marianne
knew it was the final step. She couldn�t go back, even if she wanted to.
But
did she?
The
weight of the small gold band now on her left hand felt awkward and like it was
dragging her whole left side down� But she knew she wouldn�t take it off for
any reason whatsoever. She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the priest
say, �the bride.� She could rightly guess that it had been the ending statement
of �you may kiss the bride� because Nicholas turned towards her then and
flipped the veil back to cover her hair over again.
Nicholas
saw the resolve in her eyes and wondered briefly if that resolve would ever
break. Before he could ponder it too long, he leaned in and claimed her lips
with his.
As
soon as their lips met, Marianne was lost again, drowning in a torrent of
emotion and music. She felt the pulsing urge to sing but what words could
describe how she was feeling at that moment� Like nothing in the world mattered
as long as Nicholas was with her, like everything in that moment was perfect
and some sort of end of a journey and start of another.
Too
soon it seemed, Nicholas was backing away, but the music still throbbed through
her bones. She smiled broadly at no one in particular as she and Nicholas left
the hall for the celebration to get underway.

Marianne
stared out at the crisply shining stars. Their uniformity to what she
remembered from her few Astrology sessions with Master Cartier was reassuring
to the French girl. The moon was now about halfway down the western half of its
arc, blinding her to the constellations near it. It didn�t matter. The moon had
always fascinated her more than the pinpoints of light anyway.
She�d
left the dancing festivities to get a breath of air and rest her ears from the
melodic cacophony, finding a balcony through the glass doors that she had
originally assumed were very large windows. It was rather cold outside but the
flush of near constant dancing and the leftover adrenaline worked well as a
buffer against the October � or was it November now? � night.
She
suspected she�d be missed soon and Nicholas or Alayna would come in search of
her when her excuse of getting fresh air had expired. She heard the glass door
open and close behind her and the sure crunching of footsteps in the snow told
her it had been Nicholas to seek her out.
�I
was wondering where you�d gone off to. You said you just needed a breather, not
a recess.� The gentle tease brought a small smile to her face as she continued
stargazing.
�I
was just looking at the stars and seeing how well I remembered my lessons with
Master Cartier. He taught me the constellations for about a year when I was
thirteen. He had a strange looking glass that made the moon look like it was
bigger and he only let me use it when there weren�t any lessons. My brothers
were eight and ten at the time and didn�t like him though, because he didn�t
let them get away with their usual antics� They went to our parents with some
made up complaint and he was dismissed. My parents never bothered to find
another teacher for us,� Marianne explained, the intoxicating mix of alcohol
and her visitor making her tongue looser than it normally would be.
�You
certainly do seem to gain the favor of your teachers, don�t you?� Marianne
looked sharply at him to find him grinning at his jest. She allowed herself to
smile slightly and returned to her star watching. �That�s a shame though�
There�s much that the stars can show us, as the Stargazers would say,� Nicholas
offered, though it was obvious that his heart wasn�t behind his words.
�It
was something I enjoyed. It hurt to lose it, but it was something I could live
without. I still remember the stories though,� she responded and then pointed
to a set of stars in the East, turning so her back was to the balcony. �There�s
Orion and his faithful hound. Orion angered the goddess Artemis and she set a
scorpion on him, which killed him. The scorpion, Scorpio, was placed in the
summer sky, and Orion was placed in the winter sky so they would never again
confront each other.� She then pointed to another set of stars that were almost
due north, turning back to face the railing of the balcony. �There�s Ursa
Major, the big bear, or the Plough. One of Artemis�s nymphs lost her virginity
to Zeus who came to her disguised as Artemis herself. Artemis was outraged and
turned her into a bear and then hunted her.�
�Sounds
like Artemis wasn�t hard to displease,� Nicholas stated, partially to himself,
as he took the spot next to Marianne against the balcony rail.
�I
think Orion tried to rape her though. At least I think it was Orion that tried
to. For Artemis, her virginity was the defining feature of herself and her
followers. She even asked for and received eternal virginity from her father,
Zeus. She demanded that all her followers be virgins themselves. There was a
temple once to her where all the women there were virgins. Artemis had nothing
against marriage, but she would have those that would leave the temple to get
married leave the symbols of their virginity behind; dolls, locks of hair, and
the like. It was even said that she watched over women giving birth, though she
could shoot them with her arrows, bringing them death during childbirth. One
myth even says she helped her mother Leto give birth to her younger twin,
Apollo. But yes� I suppose she is fickle� But then most women are.�
The
last was said with a small smile and a half chuckle. Her gaze hadn�t wavered
from the waxing gibbous moon that was halfway to the western horizon, staring
intently at the mottled gray surface. In the blue tinged light cast by the
moon, her eyes were almost silver, as though the precious metal had somehow
become tarnished.
Nicholas
couldn�t help but wonder at the young woman beside him. What creature, let
alone what human, in the Tellurian could be as fragile as glass and like the
hardest steel in the same instant?
He
watched as, eyes closed, she started to move. It wasn�t just moving though. It
was as if she were dancing to some music only she heard. Her eyes still closed
and a faint smile on her face, she continued to step lightly and spin, twist,
reverse and spin again. As he watched, he started to hear her very movements
turning into a melody that captivated as much as the movements themselves.
However,
the spell was broken when a small misstep and slip on the ice caused her crash
to the ground. Almost immediately, Nicholas was there to help her to her feet
but she was laughing so hard, she barely noted that he had moved.
Nicholas
found himself chuckling as well, despite his initial concern for her
well-being. Her laughter was incredibly infectious as she sat in the small
drift of snow against the balcony�s railing.
Still
chuckling, she reached up for the railing to pull herself up. Nicholas quickly
took her other hand and assisted Marianne to her feet. As she regained her
balance, she staggered slightly and leaned against him. Her laughter abruptly
stopped.
Their
stance was much the same as it had been in the Music room two nights before.
His right arm was supporting her from behind and around her back. The
difference came when one saw her right and his left hand. Somehow, in pulling
Marianne to her feet, their arms had twisted around the other (think when just-married
couples take a drink from their own glass while twisting their arms around each
other�s), leaving them actually quite entangled.
Nicholas
felt like he was falling into the silver-blue depths that were not so much like
a storm but like an ocean more than willing to swallow him up. Again, the girl
showed him contradictions; that of pliability and steel resolve, and that of
confidence and uncertainty.
Marianne
also was drawn into the golden-green eyes of her husband. She felt like she
would never get tired of staring at the nature�s first green that his eyes
mirrored perfectly, nor would she get tired of looking at his face and
memorizing it�s features, like the inch-long scar above his right eye and the
one on his left cheek that slanted towards his mouth for about the length of
her thumb from near his ear.
Her
somewhat free left hand came up and idly ran her finger along the length of the
scar on his cheek, tilting her head to the side thoughtfully as though
imagining how he could�ve gotten such a physical memory.
Neither
of them would recall who moved towards the other first but they just remembered
the kiss that resulted.
It
started simply, as just their lips meeting, but progressed when Marianne became
a little bolder than Nicholas had anticipated and tentatively nudged at his
lips with her tongue, seeking her own turn at exploration. Her obstacle was
willingly removed from her path and she, if rather timidly, surveyed her
husband�s mouth. She slowly ran along his lower teeth, then proceeding upward to
his upper teeth, idly noting the canine teeth�s slight protrusion from the
otherwise neat line. She then explored further in, feeling the ridges along the
roof of his mouth.
It
felt like a slow eternity to both involved but a tortuous one in particular to
Nicholas. Does she even realize how she�s making me feel? he thought
though a haze of lust, being driven slowly mad by her timid but incredibly
sensual efforts. Finally, he gave up restraint and dueled with her to gain
entrance to her own mouth.
She
wasn�t prepared for his sudden aggressiveness and quickly retreated, allowing
him to ravish her mouth with his own affections. She moaned softly into him,
feeling a warm and almost shocking sensation run through her, raising the hairs
on her arms and the back of her neck. She battled him back to the draw line and
was about to take advantage again when he broke away from the kiss.
She
staggered slightly, a small sound of protest escaping her. Nicholas�s eyes
bored into hers, quelling the protests.
�I
think we can make our excuses and retire for the evening, don�t you agree?�
Nicholas stated more than asked, something Marianne guessed was desire clearly
glinting in his eyes. She nodded, her contradictory confidence and uncertainty
reappearing her eyes. The uncertainty was wavering as her desire to discover
what else could send her spiraling grew beyond her unknowledgeability.
�Let�s,�
Marianne said quietly but sure-voiced.

They
had quickly departed from the main gathering and made their way to his- their
rooms. There were small candles already lit around the bedroom, which they
entered and quickly closed the door to, locking it behind them. The light was
dim, only just enough to see their way around the room.
No
sooner had he pulled her further into the room than he claimed her lips again,
much more aggressively than previously. His arms wrapped around her, serving
the dual purpose of trapping her arms to her sides and giving him access to the
lacing up the back of her dress that kept it snug to and on her body. He
quickly undid the knot keeping the lacing taut and then reached up to slip the
dress from her shoulders, never once breaking their kiss.
He
broke away and watched the rich fabric pool to the floor, leaving her
gloriously nude in the dim light. He had but a few moments to admire her
well-placed curves before she pulled him back to her. Her nimble hands quickly
had his vest on the floor with her dress. As she started on the shank buttons
of his tunic, Nicholas grabbed her hands and broke away from her again. He
growled low in his throat, and not just from his voice. His eyes were
predatorial and glinted dangerously. She stared back defiantly, even if she was
technically unable to do anything.
�Yield
to me,� he snarled, his eyes locked on hers and his hands keeping a tight grip
on her hands. She stared back, a part of her wondering just how far she could
push.
�Give
me reason to,� she returned in a low voice, lowering her face only a little so
she still maintained eye contact but through her eyelashes. He growled again.
Quickly,
he trapped her arms and hands behind her with his own and leaned down slightly
to bury his face in her neck, biting with increasing pressure. His efforts
gained a gasp of surprise and a whimper of pleasure but no submission. On the
edge of her hazy thoughts, one voice coherently asked, �What will he do if
you submit if this is what he�ll do to get you to submit?� It was
vaguely acknowledged as a point but promptly forgotten as he freed one of his
hands by taking both of hers in the other and it wandered its way around to her
side.
His hand idly fingered the length from just below
her armpit to her hip, lightly raking his nails down that stretch of skin while
moving the attentions of his mouth to her ear. This brought a groan and she felt
her knees go weak. He then blew gently on the places of his attentions and she
nearly crumpled there. She tried to squirm out of his grasp but he tightened
his one-handed grip on her hands.
�I
said submit,� he growled again, returning his fiery gaze to hers. He watched as
her resilience flickered in her eyes. It was still there but it wouldn�t take
much more to cure her of it. His hand at her side moved upwards slowly, nails
dragging lightly and raising her skin into gooseflesh. He watched her shiver in
his arms as he continued with his devious plan to coerce her submission to him,
his eyes never leaving hers.
All
it took was a small pinch on her nipple to cause her to gasp and arch her body
against him. Now that was slightly disappointing, he thought bemusedly, I
was hoping she�d resist a little more� Oh well. Just for good measure. With
that thought, he started nibbling on the other side of her neck. He barely
restrained the wince that threatened when she cried out. After, though, he
heard her gasp out, �I yield.�
His
predatory grin returned as he spun her away from him. She collapsed onto the
bed, stumbling from his release and breathing heavily. She turned slightly and
leaned on her elbows to watch him as he finished her start at unbuttoning his
shirt and removed the rest of his clothing. Marianne crawled backwards up the
bed, still keeping her eyes on Nicholas as he followed her.
They
each pulled back a portion of the bedclothes and crawled under. Once they were
both covered, Nicholas was immediately on her, his hands exploring his wife�s
body without restraint. She gave herself over to his ministrations, drowning as
wave upon wave of pleasure swept over her.
He
gently suckled on one breast while the other was lightly pinched and tugged
upon before switching. Her back arched against him, but she was soon realizing
that she wanted his touch elsewhere. She moaned and tried to bring his
currently unoccupied hand to where her need waxed greatest. The hand she had
tried to encourage trapped her hand against the bed and she whimpered, wishing
he would listen to her need.
He
looked up at her face, his cessation of attention bringing another whimper from
her lips. He smirked at her and moved the hand that had been at her breast down
towards where she craved it. She moaned as he dragged his nails down her side
and across her hip� and then moved down her leg. She whimpered again and
begged, �Please.�
�Was
this what you wanted, little one?� Nicholas asked as his he raked his nails up
her right thigh. She moaned but shook her head. He delighted in hearing her
beg, �Please� Stop teasing� Oh please��
He
removed his hand that was pinning hers to the mattress to support him as her
other hand tried to grab the roaming one nearing the apex of her legs. His hand
quickly moved away from her wildly grasping hand and dragged a single nail upon
her other thigh. She moaned and continued grabbing at the frustratingly close
but out of grasp hand that remained to taunt her.
Nicholas
moved to claim her mouth with his again as he finally stopped teasing her and
stroked the most folds of her womanhood, swallowing her gasp and moan. He took
his time about it, playing with her even then before slowly inserting a finger
into her soft and, until then, secret warmth.
She
gasped again and arched her back, the pleasure overriding any pain she might�ve
felt at the very much welcome intrusion. She moved her hips with him, hoping to
encourage him further. She felt the tide sweeping her to dizzying heights, and
further so when he started nibbling on her neck again.
She
cried out his name as all the pleasure mounted and suddenly sent her spiraling
over an edge she�d never known before. He smiled to himself against her neck as
he kissed a trail slowly up to her mouth. He moved on top of her, watching her
face. Her resolve was back but he knew it was mainly to keep herself from
backing out this time, not to resist him. Her eyes never left his, even as she
felt his manhood poking at her maiden folds, delighting in the feel of it.
Slowly,
he let himself enter her. Her mouth opened and a small squeak escaped as she
could feel more of the pain from his ingress as he filled her. She closed her
eyes and very small tears leaked out despite her efforts to contain them. He
stopped and gently stroked her cheek, causing her to reopen her eyes. They
shone a bit with moisture in the dim light. He rested his hand against her neck
as he caressed her jaw line. He looked somewhat apologetic as he gazed, now
softly at her face.
�Shh
Mari-love� It�ll only hurt a moment,� Nicholas offered comfortingly before
claiming her lips tenderly before she could muster a protest, even if she knew
that it would hurt.
His
mouth still covering hers, he broke through her maidenhead. She cried into his
mouth, eyes going wide.
He
broke away and locked gazes with her again. �Shh Mari-love,� he said, using his
new nickname for her. Slowly, he started to move inside her, not very quickly,
nor very deeply but just enough to get Marianne used to it.
Almost
too quick for her to adjust, the pleasure again overwhelmed whatever pain had
been in its place and she moaned as he thrust a little deeper into her. Taking
that as a cue, he started to move faster, filling her with himself up to the
hilt.
She
writhed and bucked beneath him as his thrusts continued to deepen and quicken.
She felt the waves of pleasure again mounting higher as they moved together,
skin rubbing against skin seeming to fulfill every possible meaning to the word
pleasure. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, allowing him to delve,
if it were indeed possible, deeper into her. Her arms snaked around his back,
giving her nails purchase in his back.
Her
moans and cries increased in frequency and pitch as he continued to thrust into
her, as did his own moans and growls as the sweet and silky wetness surrounding
him seemed to close tighter around him as their dance continued.
He
abruptly slowed down but still thrust deeply into her each time. She cried out
with the first of such thrusts that ground into her, threatening to split her
asunder. With the next, she was toppled from her height, his name on her lips
as she bucked in the throws of her second orgasm of the night.
With
the next thrust, he climaxed as well, the tightness of her womanhood clenching
around him spasmodically and his own need for release finally pulling him over
the edge with her. She clutched at him as they rode the throes of their
climaxes through.
He
collapsed atop her, still buried within her, as her death grip upon him
released. Their breathing was heavy as they lay there. It wasn�t long before
they fell asleep to the sound of each other�s breathing as it evened and
slowed.

Werewolf: the
Apocalypse is property of White Wolf Publishing, which I unfortunately don�t
have any sort of part in so I don�t own the basis for this story� However, I do
own the characters within. *grins* Marianne Goddard de Pottier, Catherine
Dathyra, Diane Labelle (the nurse), Nicholas Elexei Chechov (a.k.a. �his
Grace�), Alayna Christovich-Chechov, Alexander Chechov, Alexei and Christen Chechov
are mine. Whee� Lemon stuff� Not bad, huh? Please R&R. I�ll loffs you and
read one of your stories!
~Unknown
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