Masquerade
Title: Masquerade
Author: vulgar_vogue
Length: one shot
Fandom: Original Fiction
Pairing: Jacques/Marie
Rating: PG-15
Genre: romance
Disclaimer/Claimer: The characters featured in this fic are mine.
Summary: You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.
Notes: I would really love to get some feedback on my characters because I plan to write a much longer story between these two in the future. I'm really looking for some character feedback. I'm afraid of making Marie too mary sue like.
“Are you really going to do this the whole night?” The young woman said nothing as she grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs. He sighed and followed her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at her ass. She made her way to the front door closet. For a spring night it was unusually chilly out. Always the gentleman, he retrieved her light pink coat from the closet and held it up for her.
She raised an eyebrow at him before letting him help her with her coat. “See,” he whispered into her ear as he slid the coat slowly over her shoulders. She felt tiny chills go up her spin. She did not want to admit it to herself, but she was falling for this blond haired, perverted, cocky man. She had been since the moment she saw him, and then he had to go and open his mouth. She smirked to herself at this thought. “I can be a gentleman.” His fingers were now playing with a few loose strands of her brunette hair. She rolled her eyes and pulled the coat around herself.
“Are you ready?” She asked sounding a little harsher then she had meant to sound before turning on her heals and walking outside. She did not bother to wait for an answer. She knew that he would follow her.
When they got in the car he pulled out a mask and handed it to her. She looked at it for a moment, her brown frowning in confusion, before asking, “What is this?”
“It’s a mask, mon cheri.”
“I know that.” She rolled her eyes again.
“Well, you need a mask if you are going to a masquerade ball.” She did not know how to answer that so she decided to just keep her mouth shut and looked out the window at Paris’ nightlife. The city was beautiful. She could not keep her eyes off of it. He on the other hand could not keep his eyes off of her. There was something about her that, underneath that attitude of hers, drew him to her. Perhaps it was because she never gave in to his advances. He was so used to having women give themselves to him whenever he wanted them. Well, he did have a way with the women after all. He smirked that cocky grin of his as he thought to himself.
“Jacques,” she warned. He smirked and reached over to gently place a hand on her leg. She, not so gently, pushed his hand off. He didn’t expect any less from her.
“You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade, no?”
“What?” She asked shocked. She turned to look at him. “You’re not coming?”
“No,” he answered. “It’s not my thing.”
“Not your thing?” She teased. “Since when has beautiful girls crowding around you begging for a dance and hinting at something else not been your thing?”
“Since you came here,” he answered looking deep into her eyes. For a moment there she was stunned and unable to move. He took this opportunity to softly take a hold of her chin. “You can join me if you wish.” It was then that she noticed that her mouth was open in a very unlady like manner. She quickly closed her mouth and turned away from him.
He reached over and she felt like her body was burning up. His arm barely touched her dress but it felt like his hand was digging into her skin. It was only when she heard the click of the door handle that she realized that the car had stopped moving. They were there at the ball. Without giving herself time to think, or feel, she opened the door and stepped out. She slammed the door just to make sure that he knew that he was never going to get anywhere with her before putting on her mask and walking up to the huge mansion, and again he had to smirk at her behavior. It was so predictable of her.
Author: vulgar_vogue
Length: one shot
Fandom: Original Fiction
Pairing: Jacques/Marie
Rating: PG-15
Genre: romance
Disclaimer/Claimer: The characters featured in this fic are mine.
Summary: You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.
Notes: I would really love to get some feedback on my characters because I plan to write a much longer story between these two in the future. I'm really looking for some character feedback. I'm afraid of making Marie too mary sue like.
“Are you really going to do this the whole night?” The young woman said nothing as she grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs. He sighed and followed her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at her ass. She made her way to the front door closet. For a spring night it was unusually chilly out. Always the gentleman, he retrieved her light pink coat from the closet and held it up for her.
She raised an eyebrow at him before letting him help her with her coat. “See,” he whispered into her ear as he slid the coat slowly over her shoulders. She felt tiny chills go up her spin. She did not want to admit it to herself, but she was falling for this blond haired, perverted, cocky man. She had been since the moment she saw him, and then he had to go and open his mouth. She smirked to herself at this thought. “I can be a gentleman.” His fingers were now playing with a few loose strands of her brunette hair. She rolled her eyes and pulled the coat around herself.
“Are you ready?” She asked sounding a little harsher then she had meant to sound before turning on her heals and walking outside. She did not bother to wait for an answer. She knew that he would follow her.
When they got in the car he pulled out a mask and handed it to her. She looked at it for a moment, her brown frowning in confusion, before asking, “What is this?”
“It’s a mask, mon cheri.”
“I know that.” She rolled her eyes again.
“Well, you need a mask if you are going to a masquerade ball.” She did not know how to answer that so she decided to just keep her mouth shut and looked out the window at Paris’ nightlife. The city was beautiful. She could not keep her eyes off of it. He on the other hand could not keep his eyes off of her. There was something about her that, underneath that attitude of hers, drew him to her. Perhaps it was because she never gave in to his advances. He was so used to having women give themselves to him whenever he wanted them. Well, he did have a way with the women after all. He smirked that cocky grin of his as he thought to himself.
“Jacques,” she warned. He smirked and reached over to gently place a hand on her leg. She, not so gently, pushed his hand off. He didn’t expect any less from her.
“You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade, no?”
“What?” She asked shocked. She turned to look at him. “You’re not coming?”
“No,” he answered. “It’s not my thing.”
“Not your thing?” She teased. “Since when has beautiful girls crowding around you begging for a dance and hinting at something else not been your thing?”
“Since you came here,” he answered looking deep into her eyes. For a moment there she was stunned and unable to move. He took this opportunity to softly take a hold of her chin. “You can join me if you wish.” It was then that she noticed that her mouth was open in a very unlady like manner. She quickly closed her mouth and turned away from him.
He reached over and she felt like her body was burning up. His arm barely touched her dress but it felt like his hand was digging into her skin. It was only when she heard the click of the door handle that she realized that the car had stopped moving. They were there at the ball. Without giving herself time to think, or feel, she opened the door and stepped out. She slammed the door just to make sure that he knew that he was never going to get anywhere with her before putting on her mask and walking up to the huge mansion, and again he had to smirk at her behavior. It was so predictable of her.