Hands on your waist
Liquor is all that we taste
Your freckles lead the way
I trace your constellations
Constellations
- Jade LeMac
Les Paradis translates to 'heaven'
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Juliette POV
Lilac aromas wafted under my nose as I returned from the vivarium. True to his word, all of the candles and rose petals had vanished without a trace. My bouquet was already displayed on the nightstand, and it seemed that Sebastian had also found my lilac bath oils.
My Casanova stood next to my clawfoot tub with an unreadable expression and a bright green potion in his hand. He held it out to me as I approached the bath.
"What's this for?" I knew damn well what it was for, though I thought I had hid it well.
"You're limping, sweetheart."
Bloody Aurors.
"Tu t'inquiètes trop," I mumbled as I snatched the potion from him and drank it.
"You're not indestructible, you know." He brought his hands to my shoulders, tracing inward along my collarbone to the clasp of my cloak. "May I?"
I smiled softly and nodded. I was more than capable of undressing myself, but who was I to tell him that?
He unfastened my cloak and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he found that I was wearing a leather armor breastplate over my shirt.
"Do you need hel-"
"No, I can figure it out."
His tongue peaked out from his lips in concentration as he fumbled with the buckles and laces holding my armor together. Each time I brought a hand up to help him he would playfully slap it away. Eventually, though, he was able to remove it, tossing the leather contraption to the floor with a vengeance.
Next was my scarf, which he carefully untied and added to the pile of clothing discarded at my feet. He had seen it almost every day in the past week, as he usually found some excuse to get my scarf off of me during afternoon tea. Still, my chest tightened each time he uncovered it. It was a feeling I hoped would eventually fade with time.
The man dropped to one knee for the second time this evening, unlacing my muddy boots and removing them one at a time while I steadied myself on his strong shoulders.
Someday this man is going to propose to me, and I will be none the wiser it because he spends so much time on his knees.
Wait...
I was getting ahead of myself, again.
His capable hands slid my pants down from my waist, revealing the reddish beginnings of a bruise on my leg. The Wiggenweld was visibly taking effect, so I rolled my eyes when he kissed my calf all over 'just in case'.
He returned to his feet, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off of my shoulders. The chill of the air swept over me and my skin pricked with goosebumps. I instinctively held my hands over my bare breasts, feeling exposed standing there in naught but my underwear. Sebastian's lips curved into a teasing smirk.
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Under Your Scars || Sebastian Sallow x MC
Fanfiction"The professor and I froze, unable to move or speak yet sharing a solemn understanding. We discovered something we did not even realize we were searching for: An Ancient Magic wielder." Eight years after the events of the repository, Sebastian Sallo...
