just_muse_me | 32.2 Dominate
Co-written with obscuritenoire
Juliette was still trapped under Blaise's body, her fingers gripping the pillows tightly as she pushed back against him and rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. His lips were pressed against the back of her shoulder and she made a happy noise bordering on a purr. As he pulled back and rolled off her, Juliette stretched out languidly and moved to curl herself around his side, fingers brushing over his chest.
There was only the tiniest niggle in the pit of her belly that made it feel like she'd just done something wrong, but with no word from Rory the Scotsman, Juliette wasn't about to practice chastity. She had no reason to. She still had Blaise, and Blaise looked like he wasn't about to start anything up with the little blonde, so Juliette was still going to enjoy every inch of her best friend whenever she pleased.
Her fingers brushed down further south and she grinned as he caught her hand and then her mouth in a kiss. She returned it with a soft moan, and went back to resting her head against his shoulder when it eased to an end. "Mm... magnifique, mon ange. Just what the doctor ordered, n'est pas?"
Blaise let his head sink back against the silk covered pillow and draped an arm up behind his head. The Scottish hotel was still their base for the moment, Blaise still very much tied up with business. He had been in touch with his trusted colleagues back in Paris, and more than convinced that things were running smoothly in his city in his absence, he had a brief lull in time to be able to relax. The only thing was, it didn't come freely and he still felt restless and discontent. He glanced down at Juliette with a hint of a smirk and his tongue ran slowly over his lips. He knew she was smitten with the wayward Scot from the bar that had been with Buffy, but at the same time, Blaise's hunger was niggling away at him and it was becoming difficult to satiate that entirely. It had taken every sliver of self-control within him not to prey on the kilted Scotsman. He spiked all of Blaise's tastes, and to the Kindred prince, the man was like the finest wine on offer, yet out of reach.
He could have pulled rank and just taken the man. It would have pissed Juliette off to no extent and they probably would have ended up in more than fiery confrontations about it, but he had restrained himself. The only thing was, he wasn't sure it would be the same story if he was in the man's presence again, and so far, neither of them had breached that subject since they walked out of the bar following the strange interactions. "When do I ever follow orders of anyone beneath me, mon amour?"
Juliette's eyes glittered as she looked up at him and playfully nipped at his shoulder before she sucked briefly on his collarbone. "Oh, I don't know. Sometimes you do not seem to mind so much following orders when I am under you." She walked her fingers back up his chest and touched the tip of his nose as she smiled. "There is always an exception to every rule."
"Being?" Blaise returned, quirking an eyebrow at her calmly. "I refuse to admit you are giving me orders in that sense. If you were, you wouldn't be sharing my bed," he stated completely honestly. She might be his mate, but if she ever put a foot wrong, he would stick to their laws just like he would with anyone else. It wasn't a secret he didn't like being told what to do.
"Beings that sometimes you might find yourself doing something you don't like because it's actually the better option." Juliette just shrugged a little and cupped his face with her hand as she held his gaze. "Are you hungry, mon amour? You do not seem as restless or lacklustre as before, but there's still... something in your eyes."
Blaise shrugged and cleared his throat. "Story of my life, chaton," he replied. "That does not mean I bow to taking orders. It means I am willing to see what the better option might be. The choice is still mine at the end of the day. That is something that will never change, and do not think I don't know where you are trying to lead this. You are trying to indicate I would cavort with Buffy because you think I should be highly tempted by her. But that is the problem, mon cherie. I am not. I could not feed from her even if I wanted to. In fact, I cannot shake the sensation that she could be some sort of threat. To me, to you... to a lot more than even just that. She has too much confidence and self-assuredness for a twenty something ex-cheerleader."
Juliette arched her eyebrow as she started to laugh. "An ex-cheerleader? Oh, mon dieu! It gets even better! If she is a threat, I hate to think of her scary cheers that she is sure to taunt us with." She drew her fingernail along the inside of her arm to draw some blood and offered it to Blaise. "Do you not even want a little snack? Alright, so you are not tempted by her. I get the point. But you know what they also say - it is better to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."
"Indeed," Blaise returned and met her eyes with a smirk to indicate he was already onto that little plan. His hands wrapped around her slender wrist while he still watched her face closely. "I think it's your piece of Scottish ass that should have more cause for thought, however," he added and the tip of his tongue trailed along her wrist as be began to lap at the line of blood dripping down her pale skin.
A slight shudder rolled through her body as Juliette's toes curled and she exhaled with pleasure as she felt Blaise's tongue against her skin. He really was her mate, there was nothing they hadn't shared over the years. Only something in her told her that might change the day one of them finds someone they truly love. "He's not mine just yet, mon loup. Perhaps he has already forgotten me. He was under the impression we were married. I'm still not sure he's convinced I'm not about to toy with him. He's certainly perceptive. What would you do if I did take him as a lover?"
"I'd expect you to share," Blaise returned evenly but then started to laugh as he lifted his head and licked his lips. His finger swirled through the slice on her arm and then he put it to his mouth, lapping at the dark red liquid slowly. "And you do want to toy with him, so he was correct in his deductions. You appeared to spook him towards the end, though. Did you tell him you were going to run over his dog or something?"
"I don't even know if he has a dog. Do you think he looks like a dog man?" Juliette watched him as she slid her leg over Blaise's and rubbed her foot against his. "He really is delicious to you, isn't he? I've got no hope. I'll never get to toy with him if you're too busy eating him. Even if that would present for some interesting scenarios. I think he must feel the way about me that you do about this Buffy."
"You didn't come on extremely strong, mon belle. As I did with with Buffy. The only thing is, he took two steps back and she took two steps forward. Doesn't that strike you as a little unusual?" Blaise challenged her and his blue eyes flashed with a streak of silver right before he dipped his head and sunk his teeth into her arm, swallowing the blood with a grip around her arm and started to feed on her, the inevitable passion and a bliss that beat even an orgasm pulsing through his veins.
Juliette moaned low in her throat, his name escaping as she gripped at the bed sheets with her free hand. Even as the one being fed upon there was a sense of ecstasy that could never be matched by anything else. Humans that were fed upon could easily become addicted to the sensation, and Juliette would be lying if she didn't admit to being just a little addicted to Blaise feeding on her. It wasn't like she would ever deny him. "How did you come on strong if you didn't even want to feed on her? Is she one of us?"
Blaise pulled back and licked his lips with a small shake of his head. "No," he said breathlessly. "She is not." He took a moment to brace himself and then licked at the wound on her arm, not needing to even watch to know it would heal over in a heartbeat. He sunk back amongst the pillows heavily and looked at the historical painting on the wall of their hotel room. Ironically, it was from around the era he was born. It made him strangely homesick, an emotion that never really could be shaken, no matter how many years passed. "It is possible to come on strong without suggestion of sex, cherie. I just let her realise that I could be dangerous if I wanted to be."
"And she still took two steps forward? Hm, that is a little strange. I don't remember the last time we ever met anyone like that. At least Rory was perhaps too smart for his own good to know to step back." She watched Blaise with a hooded gaze, her grip releasing on the sheets as she cuddled up against him again. "Maybe we're just stuck with each other. Destined to be together no matter what. How much longer do you need to be in Edinburgh? I miss my stage. Perhaps I should try and find some kind of club to perform at. He's an artist, you know. He draws."
Blaise tilted his head and smirked down at her. "Ahhhh. The plot thickens. It is no wonder you are drawn to him. You want to collect him... only I think that's a little deeper right now. You want him, but you do not want to hurt him. Maybe the fact he didn't just bow to your urges is what has you wanting him even more," he mused. "I need to be here another week, at least. Then I must return. I do not trust people with my city alone for too long."
Juliette gave him a look that said she wasn't about to deny anything, the smirk forming on her lips giving her away instantly. "Oui, it is true. I couldn't help it. As soon as I saw him sketching, my interest piqued. On top of him continually turning me down. He even said I could have any man, and yet I still didn't get him. I guess that means he now has a week to get in touch, and after that..."
Blaise shrugged. "You were taking a huge risk leaving it in his hands anyway. I will be extremely surprised if he calls you. He didn't look in any hurry to remain in your presence, and who can blame him? You were looking at him like he was a giant hamburger, nice... juicy... and rare. He is probably on the internet looking up Scotland's finest security systems as we speak," he joked.
Juliette hit him in the chest as she sat up and climbed on top of Blaise, her fingers curling around his wrists as she dragged them up over his head. "You really do find this very amusing, don't you? He was more worried about you being my husband with a penchant for gay sex since you looked like you wanted to eat him just as much."
Blaise watched her closely, his eyes still harbouring a slight silvery tinge. His mood always depended on whether he would let her restrain him for too long. Sometimes he went with it, and got highly aroused by it, other times it was just strictly a no-go zone. "True love is something he is extensively familiar with. I can sense it and the hunger for it is insatiable. Perhaps marriage and copulation in him is something you should be more concerned about, hm? After all, he and Buffy have coverted at some point. She is not who he loves, however."
"He does seem to be a little... Je ne sais pas. Suspicious? Like he expects me to be taken, or after him for something. He mentioned wearing a ring, and said that even he takes off his ring for work. I told him if he was married, I would leave him alone, but then he tried to turn it around and say I was... I can't remember, but I didn't like it." Juliette dipped her head to lick the side of his face, and purred in his ear. "You think because he's experienced true love he wants marriage and babies? Then she is not a threat."
"How do you know he doesn't already have marriage and babies? You are not making any sense. She is not a threat to you wanting him, but I am not relenting on her being a threat in general. He could be a threat. It will pay you to not let your guard down, especially in a foreign city," Blaised chastised her and held her gaze firmly. "You did not like it, but I did not see you in any hurry to remove yourself from his presence. Indeed, going on to give him your contact details."
Juliette smirked down at him, her dark hair forming a curtain around them both as they spoke. She wriggled on top of him, her arse rubbing against his cock. "He said he didn't. Just that he wore a ring. I never let my guard down. I'm just curious, mon amour. He's someone that won't let me have him easily. I'm still vain enough to be interested in the things I can't have. Only a phone number for this city. After this week I'll forget about him. We'll back back in Paris and there's nothing that can happen. How will that bode for your threats though, hm?"
Blaise pried his hands out from under hers and gently pushed her away. He wasn't interested in anymore sex. "Wore a ring? Present or past tense. Legally married does not mean he isn't in a relationship." He moved to sit on the side of the bed, reaching for his silk bathrobe to pull around his shoulders. He was once again feeling unsettled with the whole situation, and he wasn't happy Juliette was letting her guard down, whether she admitted it or not. "What threats? Threats are capable of travel, too."
"Buffy and Rory. Did you not just call them possible threats." Juliette sat up in the bed and drew her knees up against her chest as she watched Blaise. She had not assumed that she had let her guard down, but now she was analysing her actions through Blaise's eyes. "I do not think they are interested in us enough to travel. He wears one, but takes it off to work. He was quizzing me about you and being married, and I said I wore a ring, and he mentioned not wearing his for work."
Blaise turned back to look at her with a point in her direction. "That is where you are letting your guard down. She is living in Scotland for a purpose, admittedly so from her own mouth. Fate, she called it, and she admitted to using weapons. What is to assume they would not travel? Rings can mean a lot of different things. While you were thinking about his ring did you happen to enquire as to what he did for work, or did that fail you too?"
Juliette stuck out her tongue at him briefly. "I was more interested in his penis, but he wasn't about to let me see it. The work thing was not broached. He didn't ask me, I didn't ask him. The ring was part of trying to get into his pants." Juliette slid from the bed and pulled on her own red silk robe as she moved around to take a seat at the window. "Fate and weapons? You're right, I do not like the sound of that at all."
Blaise shot her a long-suffering look. "Oui, chaton, because that is a lot more responsible state of associating with strange human beings. You worry about his penis, I'll worry about what is going on his head... both of their heads." There was a knock that sounded at their bedroom door, and he cocked his head a little, glancing at Juliette. "Are you expecting anyone?"
Juliette gave a shake of her head as her eyes flashed momentarily and she immediately stood up. "Non, and I take it you aren't either. I do not like surprise guests."
Blaise held his hand up, indicating for her to stay where she was and then stood, tying the robe's sash at his hip. He waited just long enough for the uninvited guest to prove whether they were serious about wanting to knock on their door and then he unlatched the chain and pulled it open. He was met with a slender blonde wearing a hotel uniform holding a large bunch of long-stemmed red roses. "Je peux vous aider, mon cherie?" he asked calmly and his eyes shifted from the blooms to her face when something spiked up inside him yet again. He wet his lips slowly, waiting for her response.
The woman flashed him a smile at the French greeting and held the bouquet out to him. "I have a delivery for Miss Juliette Rousseau. Can you pass this on to her?"
Blaise turned around to glance at Juliette with another slight quirk of his eyebrow as he accepted the flowers. "Bien sur...," he replied and held the flowers out behind him for Juliette to come over an take. There was only a beat of time that passed, though, before his eyes flashed again and he had the woman pressed up against the back of the door, his teeth sinking deeply into her throat in the heated and sudden embrace. The diamond ring on her finger was probably a good indication, if Blaise's senses had been anything short of pristine.
Juliette skipped up behind Blaise and took the roses with a wicked smile as she watched him feed. She clucked her tongue in mock disapproval as her hand brushed down his back. "Looks like we both get a special surprise, n'est ce pas? You get your meal, I get my roses. You didn't send them to me did you, mon amour?" She didn't really expect him to answer while he fed, and her hand dipped low to give his arse a squeeze before she moved next to his prey and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Merci, madamoiselle."
Juliette plucked the card from the centre of the bouquet and opened it up. Her lips first formed a silent 'o' of surprise before her smile was back. "Ah, mon petit chou chou... You were still willing to do the research, so that is something," she murmured to the card before smelling the roses. "Tres joli."
Words: 3300 | naysowee and gr8muppetyodin referred to with permission.
Juliette was still trapped under Blaise's body, her fingers gripping the pillows tightly as she pushed back against him and rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. His lips were pressed against the back of her shoulder and she made a happy noise bordering on a purr. As he pulled back and rolled off her, Juliette stretched out languidly and moved to curl herself around his side, fingers brushing over his chest.
There was only the tiniest niggle in the pit of her belly that made it feel like she'd just done something wrong, but with no word from Rory the Scotsman, Juliette wasn't about to practice chastity. She had no reason to. She still had Blaise, and Blaise looked like he wasn't about to start anything up with the little blonde, so Juliette was still going to enjoy every inch of her best friend whenever she pleased.
Her fingers brushed down further south and she grinned as he caught her hand and then her mouth in a kiss. She returned it with a soft moan, and went back to resting her head against his shoulder when it eased to an end. "Mm... magnifique, mon ange. Just what the doctor ordered, n'est pas?"
Blaise let his head sink back against the silk covered pillow and draped an arm up behind his head. The Scottish hotel was still their base for the moment, Blaise still very much tied up with business. He had been in touch with his trusted colleagues back in Paris, and more than convinced that things were running smoothly in his city in his absence, he had a brief lull in time to be able to relax. The only thing was, it didn't come freely and he still felt restless and discontent. He glanced down at Juliette with a hint of a smirk and his tongue ran slowly over his lips. He knew she was smitten with the wayward Scot from the bar that had been with Buffy, but at the same time, Blaise's hunger was niggling away at him and it was becoming difficult to satiate that entirely. It had taken every sliver of self-control within him not to prey on the kilted Scotsman. He spiked all of Blaise's tastes, and to the Kindred prince, the man was like the finest wine on offer, yet out of reach.
He could have pulled rank and just taken the man. It would have pissed Juliette off to no extent and they probably would have ended up in more than fiery confrontations about it, but he had restrained himself. The only thing was, he wasn't sure it would be the same story if he was in the man's presence again, and so far, neither of them had breached that subject since they walked out of the bar following the strange interactions. "When do I ever follow orders of anyone beneath me, mon amour?"
Juliette's eyes glittered as she looked up at him and playfully nipped at his shoulder before she sucked briefly on his collarbone. "Oh, I don't know. Sometimes you do not seem to mind so much following orders when I am under you." She walked her fingers back up his chest and touched the tip of his nose as she smiled. "There is always an exception to every rule."
"Being?" Blaise returned, quirking an eyebrow at her calmly. "I refuse to admit you are giving me orders in that sense. If you were, you wouldn't be sharing my bed," he stated completely honestly. She might be his mate, but if she ever put a foot wrong, he would stick to their laws just like he would with anyone else. It wasn't a secret he didn't like being told what to do.
"Beings that sometimes you might find yourself doing something you don't like because it's actually the better option." Juliette just shrugged a little and cupped his face with her hand as she held his gaze. "Are you hungry, mon amour? You do not seem as restless or lacklustre as before, but there's still... something in your eyes."
Blaise shrugged and cleared his throat. "Story of my life, chaton," he replied. "That does not mean I bow to taking orders. It means I am willing to see what the better option might be. The choice is still mine at the end of the day. That is something that will never change, and do not think I don't know where you are trying to lead this. You are trying to indicate I would cavort with Buffy because you think I should be highly tempted by her. But that is the problem, mon cherie. I am not. I could not feed from her even if I wanted to. In fact, I cannot shake the sensation that she could be some sort of threat. To me, to you... to a lot more than even just that. She has too much confidence and self-assuredness for a twenty something ex-cheerleader."
Juliette arched her eyebrow as she started to laugh. "An ex-cheerleader? Oh, mon dieu! It gets even better! If she is a threat, I hate to think of her scary cheers that she is sure to taunt us with." She drew her fingernail along the inside of her arm to draw some blood and offered it to Blaise. "Do you not even want a little snack? Alright, so you are not tempted by her. I get the point. But you know what they also say - it is better to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."
"Indeed," Blaise returned and met her eyes with a smirk to indicate he was already onto that little plan. His hands wrapped around her slender wrist while he still watched her face closely. "I think it's your piece of Scottish ass that should have more cause for thought, however," he added and the tip of his tongue trailed along her wrist as be began to lap at the line of blood dripping down her pale skin.
A slight shudder rolled through her body as Juliette's toes curled and she exhaled with pleasure as she felt Blaise's tongue against her skin. He really was her mate, there was nothing they hadn't shared over the years. Only something in her told her that might change the day one of them finds someone they truly love. "He's not mine just yet, mon loup. Perhaps he has already forgotten me. He was under the impression we were married. I'm still not sure he's convinced I'm not about to toy with him. He's certainly perceptive. What would you do if I did take him as a lover?"
"I'd expect you to share," Blaise returned evenly but then started to laugh as he lifted his head and licked his lips. His finger swirled through the slice on her arm and then he put it to his mouth, lapping at the dark red liquid slowly. "And you do want to toy with him, so he was correct in his deductions. You appeared to spook him towards the end, though. Did you tell him you were going to run over his dog or something?"
"I don't even know if he has a dog. Do you think he looks like a dog man?" Juliette watched him as she slid her leg over Blaise's and rubbed her foot against his. "He really is delicious to you, isn't he? I've got no hope. I'll never get to toy with him if you're too busy eating him. Even if that would present for some interesting scenarios. I think he must feel the way about me that you do about this Buffy."
"You didn't come on extremely strong, mon belle. As I did with with Buffy. The only thing is, he took two steps back and she took two steps forward. Doesn't that strike you as a little unusual?" Blaise challenged her and his blue eyes flashed with a streak of silver right before he dipped his head and sunk his teeth into her arm, swallowing the blood with a grip around her arm and started to feed on her, the inevitable passion and a bliss that beat even an orgasm pulsing through his veins.
Juliette moaned low in her throat, his name escaping as she gripped at the bed sheets with her free hand. Even as the one being fed upon there was a sense of ecstasy that could never be matched by anything else. Humans that were fed upon could easily become addicted to the sensation, and Juliette would be lying if she didn't admit to being just a little addicted to Blaise feeding on her. It wasn't like she would ever deny him. "How did you come on strong if you didn't even want to feed on her? Is she one of us?"
Blaise pulled back and licked his lips with a small shake of his head. "No," he said breathlessly. "She is not." He took a moment to brace himself and then licked at the wound on her arm, not needing to even watch to know it would heal over in a heartbeat. He sunk back amongst the pillows heavily and looked at the historical painting on the wall of their hotel room. Ironically, it was from around the era he was born. It made him strangely homesick, an emotion that never really could be shaken, no matter how many years passed. "It is possible to come on strong without suggestion of sex, cherie. I just let her realise that I could be dangerous if I wanted to be."
"And she still took two steps forward? Hm, that is a little strange. I don't remember the last time we ever met anyone like that. At least Rory was perhaps too smart for his own good to know to step back." She watched Blaise with a hooded gaze, her grip releasing on the sheets as she cuddled up against him again. "Maybe we're just stuck with each other. Destined to be together no matter what. How much longer do you need to be in Edinburgh? I miss my stage. Perhaps I should try and find some kind of club to perform at. He's an artist, you know. He draws."
Blaise tilted his head and smirked down at her. "Ahhhh. The plot thickens. It is no wonder you are drawn to him. You want to collect him... only I think that's a little deeper right now. You want him, but you do not want to hurt him. Maybe the fact he didn't just bow to your urges is what has you wanting him even more," he mused. "I need to be here another week, at least. Then I must return. I do not trust people with my city alone for too long."
Juliette gave him a look that said she wasn't about to deny anything, the smirk forming on her lips giving her away instantly. "Oui, it is true. I couldn't help it. As soon as I saw him sketching, my interest piqued. On top of him continually turning me down. He even said I could have any man, and yet I still didn't get him. I guess that means he now has a week to get in touch, and after that..."
Blaise shrugged. "You were taking a huge risk leaving it in his hands anyway. I will be extremely surprised if he calls you. He didn't look in any hurry to remain in your presence, and who can blame him? You were looking at him like he was a giant hamburger, nice... juicy... and rare. He is probably on the internet looking up Scotland's finest security systems as we speak," he joked.
Juliette hit him in the chest as she sat up and climbed on top of Blaise, her fingers curling around his wrists as she dragged them up over his head. "You really do find this very amusing, don't you? He was more worried about you being my husband with a penchant for gay sex since you looked like you wanted to eat him just as much."
Blaise watched her closely, his eyes still harbouring a slight silvery tinge. His mood always depended on whether he would let her restrain him for too long. Sometimes he went with it, and got highly aroused by it, other times it was just strictly a no-go zone. "True love is something he is extensively familiar with. I can sense it and the hunger for it is insatiable. Perhaps marriage and copulation in him is something you should be more concerned about, hm? After all, he and Buffy have coverted at some point. She is not who he loves, however."
"He does seem to be a little... Je ne sais pas. Suspicious? Like he expects me to be taken, or after him for something. He mentioned wearing a ring, and said that even he takes off his ring for work. I told him if he was married, I would leave him alone, but then he tried to turn it around and say I was... I can't remember, but I didn't like it." Juliette dipped her head to lick the side of his face, and purred in his ear. "You think because he's experienced true love he wants marriage and babies? Then she is not a threat."
"How do you know he doesn't already have marriage and babies? You are not making any sense. She is not a threat to you wanting him, but I am not relenting on her being a threat in general. He could be a threat. It will pay you to not let your guard down, especially in a foreign city," Blaised chastised her and held her gaze firmly. "You did not like it, but I did not see you in any hurry to remove yourself from his presence. Indeed, going on to give him your contact details."
Juliette smirked down at him, her dark hair forming a curtain around them both as they spoke. She wriggled on top of him, her arse rubbing against his cock. "He said he didn't. Just that he wore a ring. I never let my guard down. I'm just curious, mon amour. He's someone that won't let me have him easily. I'm still vain enough to be interested in the things I can't have. Only a phone number for this city. After this week I'll forget about him. We'll back back in Paris and there's nothing that can happen. How will that bode for your threats though, hm?"
Blaise pried his hands out from under hers and gently pushed her away. He wasn't interested in anymore sex. "Wore a ring? Present or past tense. Legally married does not mean he isn't in a relationship." He moved to sit on the side of the bed, reaching for his silk bathrobe to pull around his shoulders. He was once again feeling unsettled with the whole situation, and he wasn't happy Juliette was letting her guard down, whether she admitted it or not. "What threats? Threats are capable of travel, too."
"Buffy and Rory. Did you not just call them possible threats." Juliette sat up in the bed and drew her knees up against her chest as she watched Blaise. She had not assumed that she had let her guard down, but now she was analysing her actions through Blaise's eyes. "I do not think they are interested in us enough to travel. He wears one, but takes it off to work. He was quizzing me about you and being married, and I said I wore a ring, and he mentioned not wearing his for work."
Blaise turned back to look at her with a point in her direction. "That is where you are letting your guard down. She is living in Scotland for a purpose, admittedly so from her own mouth. Fate, she called it, and she admitted to using weapons. What is to assume they would not travel? Rings can mean a lot of different things. While you were thinking about his ring did you happen to enquire as to what he did for work, or did that fail you too?"
Juliette stuck out her tongue at him briefly. "I was more interested in his penis, but he wasn't about to let me see it. The work thing was not broached. He didn't ask me, I didn't ask him. The ring was part of trying to get into his pants." Juliette slid from the bed and pulled on her own red silk robe as she moved around to take a seat at the window. "Fate and weapons? You're right, I do not like the sound of that at all."
Blaise shot her a long-suffering look. "Oui, chaton, because that is a lot more responsible state of associating with strange human beings. You worry about his penis, I'll worry about what is going on his head... both of their heads." There was a knock that sounded at their bedroom door, and he cocked his head a little, glancing at Juliette. "Are you expecting anyone?"
Juliette gave a shake of her head as her eyes flashed momentarily and she immediately stood up. "Non, and I take it you aren't either. I do not like surprise guests."
Blaise held his hand up, indicating for her to stay where she was and then stood, tying the robe's sash at his hip. He waited just long enough for the uninvited guest to prove whether they were serious about wanting to knock on their door and then he unlatched the chain and pulled it open. He was met with a slender blonde wearing a hotel uniform holding a large bunch of long-stemmed red roses. "Je peux vous aider, mon cherie?" he asked calmly and his eyes shifted from the blooms to her face when something spiked up inside him yet again. He wet his lips slowly, waiting for her response.
The woman flashed him a smile at the French greeting and held the bouquet out to him. "I have a delivery for Miss Juliette Rousseau. Can you pass this on to her?"
Blaise turned around to glance at Juliette with another slight quirk of his eyebrow as he accepted the flowers. "Bien sur...," he replied and held the flowers out behind him for Juliette to come over an take. There was only a beat of time that passed, though, before his eyes flashed again and he had the woman pressed up against the back of the door, his teeth sinking deeply into her throat in the heated and sudden embrace. The diamond ring on her finger was probably a good indication, if Blaise's senses had been anything short of pristine.
Juliette skipped up behind Blaise and took the roses with a wicked smile as she watched him feed. She clucked her tongue in mock disapproval as her hand brushed down his back. "Looks like we both get a special surprise, n'est ce pas? You get your meal, I get my roses. You didn't send them to me did you, mon amour?" She didn't really expect him to answer while he fed, and her hand dipped low to give his arse a squeeze before she moved next to his prey and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Merci, madamoiselle."
Juliette plucked the card from the centre of the bouquet and opened it up. Her lips first formed a silent 'o' of surprise before her smile was back. "Ah, mon petit chou chou... You were still willing to do the research, so that is something," she murmured to the card before smelling the roses. "Tres joli."
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