Hope (closed)

[deilweg]

Francois stood there for a moment waiting for Vivianne to collect her things. When she was done packing he offered to carry it for her. They both started walking downstairs. The narrow staircase forced their hands to touch each other. Occassionally, when she was really close to him, he could smell her sweet perfume - he was intoxicated. His lust growing for her with each passing moment.

"What a change does a few hours bring to him and his resolutions?" he thought. He had resolved in his heart that he won't have her body until he has her heart and he wanted to be sure he had it. Vivianne is not like other girls - girls whom he had met randomly in formal balls and parties.

He remembered how he used to be for a few days that spring. He had once again knocked on her uncle's doors. He had opened it and had yelled at him to not come back. "I shall call the police if you don't leave now!" he had said. Francois pleaded with him to let him see her once.

"She is getting married next week - to a more worthy gentleman than you! Why don't you leave her the hell alone, and let her be happy, Sir?".

Francois had reeled when he heard that. His feet was giving away and he slipped over a few of the steps. He walked the streets like a madman. Paris felt like a suffocating, nauseating place to him then - people's happy faces made him angry. He wanted to punch each and every one on their face, who were laughing.

"It can't be." he thought "She would never do that. She loves me!" How can she forget him and find someone else? Wouldn't she wait for him?

His sadness gave way to rage. Rage to madness. Madness, fed with alcohol. Madness, fed with cocaine. Madness, fed with lust.

He would walk into a brothel in the middle of the day, ask for the girl who is available for a fuck. He would take her to her room, and tie her down to a bed. He would drop a piece of cloth on her face and fuck her. He would fuck her until he was exhausted - sweating, panting and delirious.

Sometimes, he would walk into a whorehouse and ask for a girl who looked like Vivianne - no one ever can look like her. He would ask her to humiliate him - ask her to treat him like a stray dog. Ask her to throw him food from the garbage and force him to eat it. Ask her to slap him in his face and call him a bastard, a coward. Each time he was humiliated he would nod and smile and ask for more.

Madness, that didn't end until one day papa Auguste picked him up from a whorehouse in the worst part of the city - on the street, wearing nothing but his underwear. After he ran out of money in his pocket, the girls in the whorehouse had thrown him out into the street.

"Your mother would have not wanted you like this, Francois." Auguste said, holding back his tears. "You insult her memories and everything she has done for you."

Francois cried like he never had - on papa Auguste's shoulder. "I love her papa Auguste. I want her in my life. I am sorry for everything. Please, bring her back to me."

It was not Auguste who brought her back to him. It was fate. It was his love.

The carriage rattled on with Vivianne and Francois in it. It was taking them to his Chateau. He was elated, happy and had a smile on his face. He looked over at Vivienne sitting opposite to him.

A few more hours and they will be back safely, together in his home.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne kept glancing across the carriage at Francois as it pulled away from the front of the restaurant. He had a pleased smile upon his face and she wondered why he was so happy. Was it because he felt that he had gained her as a possession? Or was it simply a remembrance of times past?

Studying his face she could see the slight changes in his appearance. His cheeks were a little more defined. His temples were a bit grey. His lashes were still thick and beautiful. He had a scar high on his right cheek. It all made a handsome version of the man that she’d always loved.

Sighing, she turned her thoughts from him and stared out the window at the passing city. She was tired, the sleepless nights of her profession catching up with her as she leaned her head against the side of the carriage, her eyes drooping closed. She was lightly dozing when she heard someone shuffling close to her, a warm arm drawing her shoulders close.

She sighed as she lay her head on his shoulder, the familiar scent of sandalwood filling her with contentment as she let her hand rest on his chest and fell into a dreamless sleep for the first time in years.

 

[deilweg]

Francois looked over at Vivianne who now gently lay on his shoulders. The fingers in his hand around her caressed her softly as the carriage rode on. The scent of her perfume, and her hair made him dizzy with lust.

He remembered how he has not had a woman for a long time - not since his friends in Paris told him how they saw Vivianne in a Cabaret in the not-so-nice part of the town. He had the address to where she was! It took him a while to decide to meet her. He didn't care for things that his friends happened in that Cabaret. He did worry about meeting her after a long time. Would she be happy to see him, or disappointed, or angry? He didn't know. Then 4 months after he got that address, he had stepped into the Cabaret and found her there.

The chateau came into view on his carriage window as it rattled through the little village. He looked over and Vivianne was still asleep as the carriage came to a stop in front of its big doors.

A servant rushed outside and opened the doors of the carriage and Francois stepped down from it holding Vivianne in his arms - her arms still hanging around his neck. Without disturbing her sleep, he took her inside the Chateau, up the stairs and into his room. Papa Auguste was there to hold the doors open and close it behind them. He took her to his bed and gently lay her down as he watched her roll over and go back to sleep.

Francois took a nearby chair and waited for her to wake up. Watching her beautiful face sleep was exactly like how he remembered her to be from a long time in her past.

He still hoped she would stay longer, perhaps for the whole life in his home.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne’s sleep was restful. It was perhaps the first time that she’d had a sleep that wasn’t interrupted by a knock at her door or the banging of a bed frame against the thin dingy walls of the cabaret. She could smell sweet sandalwood invading her senses and it was comforting, a memory from her youth of the man that had stolen her heart.

She had fallen in love with Francois the first time she had seen him. He was fifteen, strong and handsome. She had been picking vegetables in the Chateau garden when the young son of the master of the house came upon her. She’d been wearing a light yellow gown, her hair unbound in the warm summer sun. She had been startled when a man cleared his throat and when she turned around, she caught sight of the impressive young man who was handing her a handful of lilies. She had blushed prettily when he said that they were flowers for a beautiful butterfly.

Her heart had been captured that day and she’d never gotten it back. He had first kissed her in the horse stables during a sudden summer storm. They had been caught in the downpour and while she was laughing at the way her curly hair dripped with water, he’d caught her around the waist and pressed a hungry kiss to her lips. That was the first time she’d tasted him and it was wonderful. She loved the way his lips were warm, searching, tender.

From there it had led to simple teasing. He would ask her for favors, to see her legs, to show him her breasts, to touch her bottom, but each time she denied him, blushing like the young maiden she was, but incredibly excited at the possibilities that he awakened within her. She enjoyed his warm, sure touch as he held her hand. She enjoyed their stolen kisses.

And then there had been the night that she would have given him everything and his father discovered them….

Vivianne’s eyes snapped open then, taking in the masculine room that she suddenly found herself in. She sat up in bed, her eyes bleary from sleep as she took in the dark wood and colors of the strange bedroom before her eyes fell on Francois who was sitting in a chair beside the bed.

She found herself blushing at the way he watched her. Her! Blushing! She had no reason to blush in such a way but there was something about the heated way that he looked at her that made her remember the maiden that she use to be.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, Francois.” She said softly, a small smile crossing her face as she stared at him.

 

[deilweg]

“It is alright. I liked watching you sleep. You looked very peaceful.” Francois said, getting up from his chair. “Well, why don’t you freshen up and lets go for a walk. It’s been awhile since you have seen your favourite places in the estate. So, I am going to take you there.”

One of her favourite places in the estate has always been the barn. She loved to stay there for a long time talking to animals. She had a few animals she used to love in there. She liked the lily fields by the far side of the estate.

In some ways he wanted to take her to the barn because they left so much unsaid the last time they were there and he wished he would get a chance today.

“My mother’s closet is full of her dresses. She would have only been happy to have you wear them. So, please help yourself to any dresses there.” he said. "You can use my bathroom if you wish to take a bath. I will wait outside for you.”

 

[heartofcourage]

She was silent as he exited the room and she lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to think over her change of fate. Could she be so youthfully foolish to think that perhaps the end hadn’t come for the two of them? He had paid for her to come to his home, but could she believe that it was for completely innocent reasons?

Vivianne sighed and rolled off the bed, stripping out of her blue dress and walked into the bathroom, washing the makeup off her face and then staring at herself in the mirror above the basin. Her bare face was still youthful and pretty, but she could see the time of hard living on her features. Her eyes were sad, her cheeks slightly hollow and her skin sallow. Perhaps some time away from the city would do her good, she thought as she wiped the water droplets off her face.

Unpinning her curls, she shook out her hair and decided that she liked the way that her hair fell about her shoulders. It was longer then Francois would remember it, well taken care of and lusciously thick. It was still her best feature, she thought with a small smile.

Turning back into the bedroom, she opened the wardrobe and looked over the wide selection of dresses that still hung where Madame Lapierre had placed them. She gently traced her fingers of the fine fabrics, the cheery colors brightening her mood considerably. It was then that she saw it, the yellow gown hanging at the back. It was soft, bright, and reminded her of what she’d first worn when she met Francois. Perhaps it was nostalgia, but she dressed herself in the bright gown, left her hair unbound and left to meet the man who held her heart.

As she opened the bedroom door, she smiled at seeing him standing there. “Shall we?” She asked, taking his hand and lacing her fingers with his. “I was just wondering if you still had Gaston. He was always my favorite of your stallions.”

 

[deilweg]

“Yes” he answered to her question. “He is still alive, though a bit aged considering you saw him 15 years ago. We take him out for a quick run once in the morning and then let him graze in the estate for a while.” He quickly checked his pocket watch. “In fact, he probably is back from his grazing and in his stable right now.” He glanced at Vivienne “Lets go and meet him”

They walked hand in hand, reminiscing about little things that they did while they were together and young. He kept looking at her face and was delighted to see her old beautiful, warm smile back.
As they walked through the estate; through the long winding path that took them to the stables and the barn, he felt a tiny drop of water on his face. He touched his face to see what it was and found that it was a raindrop. He looked up and saw dark clouds gathering and soon it was pouring down.

Francois took his coat off and put it on top of Vivianne’s head, but he saw her body was getting drenched. They laughed and ran the rest of the distance to the barn. They stood there laughing and looking at each other’s wet dress for a few minutes before he saw Vivianne starting to shiver a bit.

He put his hand around her and hugged her to give her some warmth from his body.

Like a light going on in his head, he suddenly got the urge to kiss her - deeply, and passionately so he could forget the world and just be with her then. He looked deep into her eyes to see if she wanted it too. He lifted her chin up and saw she was staring into his eyes as well. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath just a bit more quicker. Her face wet with the rain. She looked incredible to him and he didn’t think. He put his lips on hers and kissed her and it felt exactly the same the last time he did it in the barn - soft, tingling and absolutely wonderful.

 

[heartofcourage]

The sudden rainstorm brought laughter to her lips as Francois wrapped his coat around her and they raced through the drenching rain to the barn. Once inside, she was laughing so hard that she was trembling, the look on his dark hair dripping down his face making him look boyish and handsome.

It wasn’t long before Vivianne began shivering in the cool air of the barn. Despite his coat around her shoulders, she was soaked through and a light wind had picked up. When she felt his arm wrap around her thin waist, she sighed and welcomed the warmth of his body as he pulled her close.

Looking up at Francois, she saw so much in those dark eyes. He looked at her with desire, like she was the only woman in his world and she felt herself blushing deeply. She’d never had a man look at her like that before. Sure, they looked at her with lust, but with Francois is was much different. She felt her chin lift, her heart racing as she tilted her chin and offered him her lips.

She wanted his kiss desperately, begging him silently as she saw him dip his head and meeting her with that she wanted. Her fingers curled in the fabric of his fine shirt, a sigh leaving her as he held her close and cherished her as no man ever had. She felt his hand caress her side from breast to hip, his fingers lingering on her hip as she pressed herself close and finally pulled away from the kiss, panting for breath.

“Je t’aime, Francois.” She whispered softly, tears coming to her eyes as she said those words she so desperately wanted him to hear. “Je t’aime, mi amore.”

She stroked his cheek with her hand, so many emotions coming to the surface that she shivered and felt tears trickle from her eyes. “I would only break your heart, Francois. I would only bring you shame.” She wanted him to think about what he was asking of her. She would bring a great pall upon his house and his standing in society would surely fall. Even she could not ask him for that.

 

[deilweg]

"Je ne se soucient pas de tout ça (I do not care about all that)" he said wiping the tears of her face. "I want you in my life and I love you just as I always have." he paused to look at her face once again - her gently eyes and her trembling lips. "I let you go once and I won't let you go again".

He kissed her again, this time making sure she understands his longing for her - his tongue gently seeking hers, his hands seeking the crevices of her body - the shape of her breasts, her slender hips, her neck, her face. He felt like he didn't have enough hands to take in all of her.

He wanted to make love to her - right there. Fifteen years of desperation showing in his breaths. Fifteen years of missing her touch, her smell, her looks of admiration and affection for him.

He resisted. He was not sure whether she wanted it or not.

"Je t'aime, ma chérie (I love you, my sweetheart)" he whispered into her ear before moving his face from hers.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne’s heart pounded hard in her chest as kissed her and gently traced the curves of her body with his soft touch. She shivered, sighing in contentment as she felt an unfamiliar heat pool between her thighs. As he pulled away and shared her loving words, she looked into his eyes and saw the longing that he had deep within his.

“I would never let anyone kiss me, Francois.” She said softly, her hands tracing over his damp shirt. “I saved that just for you. I always hoped that you would come and rescue me. The longer it took, the most I despaired. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

She pressed her lips gently to his yet again before she stepped into his embrace and sighed at the warmth that spread through her at being so close to the man that she loved. “Make love to me, Francois. Show me what it’s like.” She murmured against his ear, feeling very much like the blushing bride that she had always wanted to be.

 

[deilweg]

Francois was waiting for Vivianne to say it, it was like she read his mind. He placed her hands around his neck and lifted her up in the arms. He kissed her once and started walking. He pushed the barn door open with his leg and continued walking without breaking his gaze into her eyes. She was looking back at him too.

There was still a heavy drizzle of rain. It didn’t bother him and it didn’t seem to bother her. He took the shortest and quickest route back to his house. The drifting clouds let the late afternoon sun peek out between them as if to show him the way home.

He reached the front doors, and papa Auguste opened it. From the way they were gazing at each other, he understood and he stepped away and let them pass without any more hindrances. Francois knew the servants would stare at them, but he didn’t care.

Dripping wet all over they made their way up to his room - Francois still carrying her and she still looking into his eyes - both talking in a language that no one else seems to understand.

He once again opened his door with his leg and walked in. He used his leg to close the door and walked straight into his bathing room. The large spacious bathing room was lit with light from the little window in its wall.

He gently put her down once inside.

He took off her dress, cautiously, making sure he doesn’t hurt any part of her body in the process. He let the wet dress fall to the floor. He took of her weak laced corset and let it fall to the floor too.

She was naked now and he saw her cheeks blush and a tiny amount of shyness creep into her. She put her hand between her legs covering the area.

He took a soft towel, walked behind her and started drying her dripping wet hair, gently massaging her scalp with it. He kissed her neck on both sides and dried her shoulders and her back. Standing behind her he undressed himself, taking off his shirt and his trousers - letting the wet garments fall on the floor. He was naked, but still stood behind her. He knelt down and started drying her buttocks, very softly so not to scratch her skin there. He then moved to her legs, first her thighs. As he slid his hand in between her thighs, she gently parted them. He stroked the towel over the length of her legs to make sure they were dry.

He walked around to face her, his eyes on her blushing face. Without breaking his gaze on her face, he took her hands that were covering her private area and put them on the side by their legs

Her face down, she looked like an innocent angel, a truly blushing bride about to be loved by her husband for the first time. He ran his eyes all over her body - to her beautiful round breasts, the tiny perky nipples on them, her smooth silken belly, her unshaved private area and her long legs.

He put the soft towel on her neck, gently drying around it and then ran the towel down between her breasts. He watched her face intently, and with both his hands covered her breast with the towel and softly dried it - starting with the right and then the left. He then proceeded to dry her soft belly and it’s gently creases and slopes until he reached the area between her legs.

He was careful not to rush. He gave her eyes a glance, to make sure she is OK. He put the soft towel in between her legs and gently caressed the area - just enough to make sure that part is dried.

He stood up and he was completely naked in front of her. His cock standing hard and full in glory. With his right hand he lifted her chin up once again and gave her a gentle kiss on her full, flushed lips.

He handed her the towel, urging her to do the same.

 

[heartofcourage]

The way that Francois looked into her eyes made Vivianne realize just how much this man that held her close loved her. She felt shy, suddenly, blushing as she tried to hold his gaze. What if he was disappointed in her? What if he suddenly decided that her past was too much to over come? She shivered at that thought, her head drawing close to press against his neck as he carried her through the house and into his private rooms.

She stood there in the bath as he gently took off her clothing, unlacing her corset with ease and pushing the cloth to the floor until she stood before him naked. She blushed, her eyes lowering to the floor as she covered the most intimate area of her body. She was scared. Plainly and simply scared. This wasn’t an anonymous man that would leave when he was finished with her. This was the man that she hoped one day to marry.

He took a soft cloth and began to dry her skin of the droplets of rainwater that still clung to her. She sighed at the feel of his lips on her neck as he dried her back, her eyes closing as she relished the sensation. She opened them once more as she felt him move in front of her, the sight of him stripping from his clothing making her mouth water.

She whimpered hotly at the feel of the cloth between her legs, gently rubbing that wet skin that was driving her crazy. She leaned into Francois, her body pressing against his warm skin as she felt so aroused. His teasing of her aching breasts made her knees shake and she shivered as he pressed his lips against hers, a soft kiss completing the sensual massage.

She felt the towel pressed into her hands and she was looking at him with that shy look yet again. She gently started at his thick hair, wiping the rain from his scalp before she trailed the cloth down his face and neck, gently wiping his chest clean. She followed the muscular lines of his arms, down his hips and his legs. She left his hard cock alone, walking around him to focus on his back and buttocks, her fingers digging into the firm flesh that she found there before she walked back to stand before him. The towel slipped between her fingers as she looked him in the eye.

“You’re so handsome, Francois.” She said softly as she knelt on the rumpled towel before him. She was eye to eye with that magnificent cock and she gently placed her hands on his thighs and leaned forward to lick and kiss the tip of it. She let her lips trace the water droplets that she found there, wondering just what he was thinking about her right now.

 

[deilweg]

“Only because you made me so, Vivienne” he said.

He looked down to see her looking at his cock. He saw how flushed her face was, wondering whether she likes the way he looks.

He closed his eyes as he felt her tracing his cock

“Oh! Vivienne” he said, the sense of pleasure showing in his voice.”Ne vous arrêtez pas (Do not stop)” he begged her.

He let his mind go numb from pleasure. He didn’t want to think, just enjoy the sensation. He felt his hand move down and his fingers dig deep into her hair - encouraging her.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne didn’t stop, her lips doing things to him that he had probably only ever dreamed of. She licked and kissed his length, cupped his balls in her hand and gently massaged before she took his cock into her warm mouth, sucking on him in a gentle motion.

She heard the moan that escaped his throat and felt his fingers glide through her hair, tightening his hold as she continued to suck and lap at the length of him. What she was doing was something that she hated, but with Francois it all took on new meaning. He wasn’t some strange man that would love her mouth and leave her. He wanted everything she was and more. She was willing to give it to him.

Tears trickled down her cheeks at that thought. He wanted her. No one had ever wanted her in the way that he did. She flicked her eyes up towards his, gazing at him through her thick lashes as she took his entire length into her mouth and beyond to her throat. She pleasured him, begged him to release for her.

 

[deilweg]

He knew he would finish soon, but he didn’t want this to end. He wanted to make love to her completely, willingly and with great tenderness and care. The sensation that was flowing through him stopped him from thinking - it was all pure pleasure that cruised through his veins then. He just didn’t want this to end.

“Vivienne! Please, stop, stop for a moment” he cried and quickly knelt down before her still panting, still sighing from the memory of the pleasure he was just experiencing.

“je t'aime tellement (I love you so much!)” he said and kissed her deeply, passionately and as intimately he can. He nudged her to her feet and asked her to wrap her legs about his waist. He supported her with one of his hands behind his neck and the other hold his buttocks. He kissed her again and walked to the bed. He gently put her down on his soft bed and climbed on top of it. He kissed her again in her mouth, his leg now wrapping around her thighs. He slid down to her neck, to her breasts, to the round nipples on them, to her stomach, to her pussy.

He wanted to taste her pussy, to lick and suck on it, to drink her juices - he had an incredible urge to make her cum inside his mouth.

He slid down so his face was between her legs. “Je veux que vous (I want you)” he whispered as he ran his tongue on her belly. He licked her inner thighs and all around her pussy. He ran his tongue on the soft skin just above her pussy. He tasted the salty sweat of her skin and found himself incredibly aroused. “J'ai besoin de toi (I need you)” he whispered breathless, his lust flowing with each word he spoke. He moved his tongue closer to the mound of flesh just above her clit. He kissed it, sucked it, taking in her smell. “Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi (I can’t live without you!)”. His tongue now every closer to her clit, the saliva from his mouth dripping down his tongue onto her skin. “Reste avec moi (Stay with me)” he said and he kissed her clit. He looked up at her face now flushed red, her eyes on his.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne was breathless as Francois knelt in front of her, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. She sighed sweetly, her lips clinging to his as she was kissed in a way that no other man ever had. This was her love, the man she wanted beyond all others and she felt that emotion course through her body in an electrifying way.

He pulled her to her feet, a hand on her hip as she wrapped one leg around her and then the other, his hands supporting her as he kissed her again and walked through the bath into the bedroom. He lay her upon the bed as if she were the most precious item in the world, his lips still claiming hers in the most primal of ways.

She stretched her body from head to toe as he kissed her neck, her breasts, nipping at her nipples before he kissed her belly and finally stopped at his final goal. She moaned gently, his words making her shiver as she parted her thighs for him. She felt tears clinging to her lashes as he affirmed everything to her. He wanted her. He needed her. Vivianne slid her fingers through his thick hair, curling them through as he pressed kisses to her most intimate flesh.

“Francois…” She cooed as he pressed a kiss to her clit, her eyes fluttering shut gently as she gasped in a quick breath. “Oh, mi amore.”

Her hips squirmed beneath his lips, the wonderful sensations he was causing her making her go wild with need. She looked down her body at him, past the hard jutting nipples and soft column of her belly. He was staring at her intently, his eyes dark and needy.

“Marry me, Francois.” She said in a soft quivering voice as he placed another dark kiss to her clit. “Oh, please make me yours.”

 

[deilweg]

Francois stopped and looked into her eyes to see if she meant it. What a sweet pain, he thought, for her to stop him so and ask him the very question that he wanted to ask her.

Delighted, he slid up to her face. She was flushed, and painfully beautiful. He kissed her again, breaking his kisses long enough to ask her the question:

“Voulez-vous (Will you)” a kiss on her lips. “m'honorer (honour me)” another kiss on her lips “en étant (by being)” another kiss again “ma femme? (my wife?)” he asked, their bodies crushed together in a naked intimate embrace.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne was sure her heart would pound from her hest as Francois crawled back up her body. The silence in the room was deafening as he held himself over her body, his lips kissing her with a beautiful pleasure. She whimpered against him, her hands raising to grip his forearms, her fingers clutching him for confirmation that he was really there and this wasn’t a dream.

She gasped each time his lips left hers, tears clinging to her lashes as he asked her the words that she’d always wanted to hear. His wife! Yes! A thousand times yes! Her mind was screaming and her heart was soaring as he crushed his body against hers, the hard weight of him welcomed.

“Oui.” She whispered softly, her nose nuzzling against his as she sought his lips once more. Her tongue fought with his, ever tiny nerve in her body alive with the passion that only he could give her. “Oui, Francois.” She pulled her lips from his, peppering his skin with light butterfly kisses. She kissed the tip of his noise, his eyelids, his forehead, everywhere she could reach.

 

[deilweg]

Francois, suddenly got up from his bed. He urged her to do the same. “We are having our unofficial wedding today” he said. He covered her with bedsheets he could find, and he did the same. He took her hand and pulled her out of the bed. They jolted silently to the door.

Francois, put a finger on his mouth to ask them to be silent. He opened the door slightly to see if he could find anyone around. The house and the way to the side doors were empty. They crept about silently. He remembered how they used to do the same thing when they were very young - to avoid his father and their servants. He knew a stealthy way to the back gardens and the lily fields. They reached the side door and opened it gently, and seeing that the way is clear they bolted in their make-do bedsheet dresses - both laughing and giggling.

They reached the lily fields and the big oak tree. The rain had stopped and the sun was back, shining brightly. They stood under the oak tree, laughing and giggling with each other. He saw the old jasmine vine climbing up the sides of the oak tree. He plucked two big parts and made big rings to wear on their heads. He took a few of the straws littered on the ground and twirled and twisted them to make two rings.

He stood straight up and asked her to do the same. She stood straight as well, trying hard to suppress her giggles and laughter.

Pretending the big oak tree to be the alter at the church and the priest as well - he started saying his wedding vows.

“Do you, Francois, take Vivanne as your friend, your lover and your wife?” he asked himself in the tone of an old man. *“Yes, I so very much do!” he said in his normal voice.

Taking the same old man’s tone he asked Vivianne. “Do you Vivianne, take Francois as your friend, your lover and your husband?”

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne had always loved Francois vivid imagination. He would have made a fantastic painter or writer, she though as he was pulling her off the bed, draping her body in the white sheets from the bed and telling her that they would have their unofficial wedding. She giggled, kissing him lightly on the lips as she followed him through the hallways of the old manor until they were outside, running through the sunshine towards the lily fields.

When they stopped before the old oak tree, she felt her heart leap in joy as he decorated her hair with a halo from the jasmine vine, a bloom tucked behind her ear. Then he twisted two rings out of old straw and her smile turned nostalgic. He had always promised her this very thing. No matter what money he had, he wanted her for his very own.

She stood straight at his directions and couldn’t help the laughter and simple joy that issued from her mouth as she listened to him recite their wedding vows. His own smile was breathtaking as he said he would take her as his wife. She felt a tear trail down her cheek at her happiness as he asked her the same question.

“I do.” She said in a soft voice, her body moving closer to him as she pressed her lips to his once more. More tears joined the one that had already fallen as she felt him slide the simple straw ring over her finger, feeling as if he’d just given her the most wonderful of gifts in the world.

“I will make you happy, Francois.” She promised him, her hand reaching up to trace along his handsome cheek. “I will bear you many sons. I will make you proud.”

 

[deilweg]

“I am already proud of you ma chérie (my dearest)” he said, giving her a few more kisses. “Now, where were we?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

He stripped of his bed sheet dress and spread it under the oak tree. He asked for hers too, which she promptly gave up, although a bit shy.

He spread them both together on their sides and took her by her hand. He sat her down on his left and he himself sat down in front of her. They still had their flower hats on.

“It is only fair we make love under this tree that gave us so many memories and the fields that gave you so much happiness”

He lied down on his back and pulled her closer to him “faire l'amour avec moi, ma chérie (Make love to me, my darling)” he whispered in her ear and he kissed her full on her lips, his hands digging deep into her hair.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne sighed as she felt Francois pressing against her, his lips claiming hers with a definite passion as his hands curled in her long hair. She was more than willing to make love to this man. She was so happy at the thought that he was the only one that she would be making love to for the rest of her life. No longer would she have to deal with cruel men in masks or anonymous creatures of the night who would act out all manner of sexual acts upon her.

She said nothing as she pulled back from the kiss and straddled Francois, positioning his hard cock at her entrance before she slowly sank back on the length of him. She let out a low moan as he seated snuggly within her passage, her eyes closing as she memorized the moment for all time.

“Oh, Francois!” She cried out as she opened her eyes and stared down at his form.

The oak tree cast shadows over his body as the sun beat down from above. The lilies in the field released their sweet scent and Vivianne found herself truly in heaven. She leaned down and kissed him again, her hips gently moving back and forth over his length as she sighed and moaned at the delicious friction she was creating between them.

 

[deilweg]

Francois felt the pleasure rising in him as she moved her hips to a rhythm - each movement getting him closer and closer to the ultimate end. When she leaned down to kiss, he held her body closer to him. He thrust his hips upwards to meet her long strokes encouraging himself to go deeper inside her.

With each thrust Vivianne moaned. With each thrust they came closer and closer to the finish.

“I love you!” Francois whispered into her ear every few thrusts. He wanted her to know she is not just a body for him for pleasure. He wanted to know she is loved, and respected. He kissed her. He sat up cradling her in his hand and gently laying her down on the bed sheet.

He bent down and kissed her and he started moving his hips to a rhythm - his cock moving inside her with long and sensuous strokes. He kissed her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, as his rhythm and speed increased.

“You are so beautiful!” he kept repeating as he felt his lust rising in him.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne was lost in a sea of pleasure as Francois held her close, murmuring words of love in her ear. She felt as if her body was going to explode into a million pieces with each loving touch and caress he bestowed upon her. Her heart was healing, her soul daring to hope as the love of her life made sweet and passionate love to her.

Her lips cling to his, a whimper escaping her throat as he moved their position. Suddenly she was beneath him and he was increasing his rhythm. His cock stretched her, made her body know that it would be her only master from that point forward. She would never had to return to that little dingy room in the bad part of Paris. She would enjoy freedom here with Francois, delighting in the wide open spaces of the French countryside.

She gasped as he sucked on her nipples, the beautiful sensation causing her body to clench tightly around Francois. She moved her hands to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode to that highest peak with him. The words whispered in her ear made her hot, her body trembling as she crested fast and furious.

“Francois!” She cried out as she came, her body arching into his as his hips pounded against her in a delicious rhythm. “Mon dieu!” She shouted, her eyes fluttering close as the wonderful sensations coursed through her, a rush of wetness leaving her body as she clung to her lover.

 

[deilweg]

Then it happened, the thing that they say takes them to the heaven and back. Francois felt Vivianne tremble and jerk as she finished. It aroused him to no end to see her like that.

It didn't take long for him too and with a final push he found his release. Each nerve on his body brimming with pleasure, he filled her with his love.

He fell on her exhausted, and breathless, their sweat from the effort mingling with each other.

Above them, the sun was setting and the skies had turned orange. A gentle breeze washed over their bodies picking up the scent from the lilies and jasmine and covering them with it soothing their exhausted bodies.

"Stay with me." he said to her between his breathless pants. "Don't go"

They never parted. Francois, with his influence, made sure that De Guille's Cabaret was closed. He bought that little place with his father's money and tore it down, with the old belongings of Vivianne in it. He made sure the other women found decent jobs around Paris. Some even started working in one of his many establishments.

When it was all done, he sat down in his mother's room with Vivianne beside him with a sense of hope and happiness that he didn't think he would ever find again in his life.