#Happy Birthday Dearest Comte

[chaosangel767]

For Your Birthday

Happy Birthday Dearest Comte!!!

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Comte x F!Reader 

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 9: Lingerie 

CW: lingerie, nipple play, slight breeding, vaginal penetration 

WC: 1000+

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Your knuckles rap against his door nervously, fidgeting with how your robe is tied. The hallway is empty of residents, most tucked away in their rooms working. The clock striking midnight had brought you out of your room in search of your lover, wanting to give him his gift. 

“Come in” his warm voice washes over you, and your smile brightens. Opening the door you step into his study. “Ahh Ma Cherie, I was wondering who would visit me so late at night.” he smiles up from behind his desk and you hurry over to his side. 

“Happy birthday Comte” you announce as you open his door. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks over at the clock. Only a few minutes past midnight, it is his birthday after all. 

“I wanted to be the first person to tell you happy birthday and give you a present” You murmur, standing next to him and caressing his hair. His eyes rake over your figure before he pushes back from his desk and sitting in front of you. 

“This is new” He murmurs, fingers brushing against the silk of your robe. Teasingly tugging on the fabric, he watchines more skin of your chest revealed.  The babydoll lace lingerie  only teases the vampire, the fabric drapes over your skin, complimenting your skin tone and leaving very little to the imagination. It had been quite a feat for you to hide this commission from him, wanting to surprise him for his birthday. 

“So this is what you kept leaving the mansion for?” Your nod has a smile gracing his face. You cup his cheek, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, Comte tugs the robe completely off your body. Arms snake around you as he pulls you into his lap. 

“Happy birthday” you whisper, your fingers lovingly stroking his cheek. His lips press against your hungrily in a kiss. Deepening the kiss, you feel his tongue explore your mouth and you pull away for a breath, a smile playing on your lips. Looking into his eyes, you catch a familiar predatory look in his gaze.  His fingers start at your cheek, wandering down your neck and shoulders, caressing all the skin they find. You shiver as his finger presses along the fabric, feeling it brush against your sensitive nipple. When you let out a soft sigh, his smile turns teasing. Mouth leaning forward to catch your breast, his tongue lapping at the fabric. The sensation has your hands curling on his shoulder, digging into his shirt for stability. His hands move behind you to clear off his desk. Parting from your breasts long enough to set you on the desk, he steps in  between your legs, fingers tracing the hem of the skirt. You shiver at his wandering touch, looking up at him with eyes clouded in need. 

“This is almost too good to take off” He murmurs in your ear, watching your face betray all the pleasure you are feeling. 

“So don’t take it off”  you whisper, “It’s yours to do with as you please” Reaching forward, you capture his lips in a kiss, teasing his tongue. Your hands go to his pants, undoing them enough to palm at his length. You can feel the moan in his throat as you muffle it. His fingers return the favor, rubbing against your core, he starts to prepare you. 

“That’s it” He murmurs, feeling your thumb circle his tip. His fingers thrust in your core, curling to stoke your sweet spot. It’s his turn to  muffle your moans as your walls clench around his fingers, protesting when he withdraws them, moving your hands away from his length as well. 

“Comte” You start to protest, but his hands grab your thigh, lifting you into the air. He doesn’t say anything else as he brings you to his bed, moving quickly before dropping you across the cool sheets.

“You said I could do what I pleased?” His voice is husky, raw with desire and you nod in agreement, letting out a groan when he flips you onto your hands and knees, hands roughly going up your thighs. He pushes the fabric out of the way, his hands massaging your bottom as he looks you over. 

“So pretty” he murmurs, fingers brushing along your slit to collect your juices,  spreading it over his length. His hands go to your waist, gripping the delicate fabric in his hands as he holds it in place. 

His name is a scream from your lips when he thrusts, sheathing himself inside with one thrust. Your breathing struggles to recover, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin. Once he feels you regulate yourself and start rocking for stimulation, he picks up his thrusts.Your orgasm tears through you and your body goes weightless, trembling against the bed until he lifts you up. Nestling you against his chest he gets a deeper angle, only amplifying your orgasm. Every thrust hits your sweet spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body, as his hand creeps to your breast. His mouth busies itself with your neck and shoulder, teeth scraping against your skin as marks bloom across your shoulder. 

“I can’t wait to fill you up” He murmurs in your ear, scraping his teeth against your ear. Shuddering between his thrusts and his touch, you moan his name as your second orgasm quickly approaches. Pushing you back down, he buries your face in the pillow, body pressed tight to yours as his thrusts grow sloppy. Your name is a grunt in your shoulder, the feeling of his seed spilling against your wall triggers your pleasure. Consumed by the warm feeling, your eyes glaze over, body collapsing against the bed the instant his hands lose their grip. Whispering words of love, Comte wraps you up in his arms, length still pressed deep inside as he whispers promises and caresses your skin. 

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[ikemenlibrary]

Humanity (Ikémen Vampire)

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x MC Summary: Yet another year on earth, and Comte battles with himself and what it means to be alive and love someone so human.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Talk about humanity and the meaning of human life, naked Comte, naked MC, there's implied sex but nothing sexual

A note from the author: Happy birthday to the character who made me fall in love at first glance. I never believed in cliche romances before he came along.

The scent of sweet vanilla wafted through Comte de Saint Germain’s nose and he sensed her presence before her delicate arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. Comte had spent all day in his office responding to piles of letters he had neglected due to spending more time with his lover as of recently.

It was late when she came to check in on him, most of the residents of the mansion had already retired to their bedrooms for the night and Comte could hear Sebastian gently close the linen closet located off the kitchen, signaling he was done with work for the night.

“Good evening, Ma Chérie,” Comte greeted her quietly. His voice was a tad bit hoarse from not speaking all day.

“Hello my love,” she greeted back warmly, her chin going to rest on the top of his head. “You’ve worked quite a bit today.”

Comte grimaced, a pang of guilt throbbing as his stomach as he remembered earlier how he had brushed off her advances for joining him for afternoon tea. “Ah, yes. Well, when you’re at the top of Paris’s aristocratic food chain, you tend to get bogged down with work sometimes.” He chuckled lightly when he felt her chest heave in a silent laugh at his bad joke.

She fondly pushed back a piece of his hair that had fallen while Comte had started to work, and just that little act of affection had Comte closing his eyes and leaning his whole body toward her warmth. Sighing, he pushed himself back up in his chair, hunching over the dozen or so letters littering his desk. “What is it that’s so urgent this time?” 

She placed herself upon the edge of his desk, curiously glancing at all the papers. Comte held one up, his eyes glinting, mischievous behind the tiredness. “Seems as if my dear old friend has once again caught the affection of some of the noblewomen he met in town. I must turn them down before they start booking dates at the church.”

Peering down at the letter, she giggled as she realized it was yet another letter of a marriage proposal addressed to Leonardo. How anyone still had the patience to try with him, she would never understand. He never gave the women in town more than a polite smile and a small conversation, and yet that was enough for them to fall for him. “Don’t work too much later, darling.” She cooed, hopping off his desk and running her hand affectionately across his shoulder. “You need to take time to rest, too.” She waited a moment for his response, and when she realized she wasn’t going to get one, she pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, and left his office as quietly as she came. 

She was too sweet to him, her unwavering kindness not something he was deserving of. But, nonetheless, he would relish in her warmth, and hold her a little tighter to him the next time she was laid in his arms. He promised her an eternity of love, and he would do everything in his power to uphold that promise. 

After sealing yet another letter with his stamp, Comte leaned back in his chair as he heard footsteps approaching his office. Two sets this time. His two favorite people. The door creaked open noisily, and it was Leonardo who stepped in first, Comte’s lover following close behind with a determined look in her eyes.

“Alright, old man, I can do the rest of these. Time for you to get out of here for the night, or she’s gonna chew me out again.” Leonardo chuckled, looking at the woman with adoration in his eyes. Though his words weren’t as kind, Comte knew his dearest friend held nothing but love for that woman in his heart, and Comte would have it no other way. He loved that they got along, and when they bickered like children, it reminded him of the beauty of youthfulness. Comte watched as his beloved sent a glare towards Leonardo, and he chuckled as his friend held his hands up with mock surrender. “It’s not my fault all the women in town find me irresistible.”

“It is your fault when you do nothing to dissuade them,” Comte remarked, pushing out his chair and smoothing out the creases in his pants as he stood up. 

“Maybe if they knew how much of a messy slob you were they’d-” Comte cut off his wife with a kiss. She was teasing, but he knew if she started in on Leonardo, that it would only lead to them hurling insults at each other like siblings, and Comte was tired. He wanted to stow away with his lover and enjoy some time together before the evening grew too late. 

“If you want to finish the last of these, I can have Sebastian post them tomorrow.” Comte gestured to the last few open letters on the desk and he sighed as Leonardo plopped himself in his chair, his heavy boots banging noisily on the desk as he propped them up, crossing one leg over the other.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll finish these up so I can go back to sleep. Cara mia decided she didn’t care about my wellbeing and woke me up to put yours first.” Leonardo grabbed one of the letters on the table, and as she gripped Comte’s hand in her own, Leo looked over his shoulder. “And Comte?” The man hummed in response. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, my dear old friend.” Comte accepted the wish gracefully, a soft smile playing on his lips as the pair left his office, closing the door gently behind them. Instead of heading to their shared bedroom, she led Comte in the other direction toward the bathing room. It was well past  scheduled times for using it, and although it could be seen as a waste of water, Comte followed her silently, ready to sink his aching muscles in warm water and hold her close.

They undressed together, and although they had each been naked around each other many times before, he took his time uncovering every inch of her skin. His hands deftly loosening her corset, letting her poofy dress drop to the ground and he leaned his head down, kissing her bare shoulders, following down the path to her collarbones, and up over her neck. The swell of her breasts pressed into his body, and although he wasn’t yet bare, the familiar ache in the pit of his stomach pulled at the red string tying them together, the want - no, need - for her pulling him even further into her embrace as she reached up to unclip his tie, her hands making quick waste of all of le Comte’s layers. 

Comte felt bashful admiring her bare body. No matter how many times she had allowed his eyes to gaze upon her beauty, it always felt like the first. Especially when she had that delightful blush on her cheeks, as she embraced him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he inched their faces closer together, his lips brushing delicately against hers. “Shall we?” He asked quietly, gesturing to the steaming, bubbly water that had filled the room. She nodded, seemingly under the same impression that Comte was under: that the quiet was magical in that moment. 

She followed him in, and as he sank down onto the bench, the warm water flowing over him, she followed, her bare thigh touching his own as she sat down. She had put her hair up, her usual cascading curls now resting high up on her head so as not to get them wet, and Comte took a second to admire her like this: flushed cheeks, a delicate sheen of sweat covering her skin, and her neck bare and exposed. She looked lovely, a delectable vision that had Comte regretting never applying himself to learn any sort of artistic abilities. He wanted to paint her, to have this moment framed for safekeeping forever. To remind himself of how beautiful humanity could be at its core, how beautiful the creature before him is. In the endless sea of eternity, he found her, and she brought him back to life in a way that he would’ve never imagined before her. In a way that he was never able to imagine - only daydream about, for a long time.

“Abel,” her voice cut through his thoughts, and she giggled as the bubbles she blew towards him fluttered down on top of his head. “What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm,” he replied, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her onto his lap, his arms circling her tightly, holding her to him as secure as he could. “Just about how much I love you, Ma Chérie.”

“Oh really?” She replied, demurely. Her arms wrapped around his neck, moving to straddle him, the water sloshing around them. “And how much is that?”

“Infinitely,” le Comte conceded, his breath ghosting over her collarbones as he rested his forehead against her shoulder. “And forever.”

“Will we have forever?” She asked, her eyes filled with uncertainty. He knew what she was asking. One day, his fangs would pierce her rosy flesh and he would plunge her into the deep eternity known as a vampire’s life, but it wasn’t time for that. It wasn’t time to take away the fragile humanity for her that threaded her to this life with a golden thread. It would be one day, but that day could wait to come. 

“Of course, we have forever every day that I wake up as a man who gets to be loved by a woman as wonderful as you.” And finally, he captured her lips in the kiss he’s been daydreaming about all day, the only thing that kept his motivation going when he wanted to give up his work. Each breath she breathed into his lips only made him fall in love with humanity even more, the throb of her swollen bitten lips, the pink flush that went from her cheeks all the way down to her décolletage. Some may argue that it was her he was in love with, and with that, he would agree. But she is the reason he fell so deeply in love with the idea of human life being as sacred and guarded as it. 

“Happy birthday, my love.”

She was the reason he had even a sliver of humanity left.

“Thank you, mon amour.” Every day, she would be the reason for him to continue striving towards finding more and more of his humanity hidden away behind locked doors, and with each year to come, he would continue to hold her beating heart in his hand, next to his own. Until one day, it stopped beating, and even then, he would love her - and the humanity and kindness and everything that made her, her - forevermore.

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[krys-loves-otome]

Fictober 2020: Fais de Beaux Rêves

Prompt #25: Sometimes, you can even see... Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Rating: Teen Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x Female Reader Summary: Comte stays with the reader in her final moments. Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, aging, talks about getting old, angst, soft angst if that’s a thing, use of French when it is not a language I speak so I’ve probably gotten a few things wrong so blame the internet on that one as that is the source for my French and be gentle if my usage is super wrong.

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Sometimes, if you pay attention to him long enough, you can even see the small cracks in Comte's heart when he watches you. 

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How his hand stayed warm on your back whenever it rained was an early sign of the crackling of his heart. The way he kissed your hands and eyes with a small laugh at the wrinkles forming there was another. How his fingers running through your hair, once full and dark now as silvery and thin as moonlight, took extra care to leave what remained. How he didn't accept as many ball invitations and preferred helping you pick out your clothes and accessories for the day was yet another.

The deepest crack, however, came when he found you on the floor, having lost your footing and couldn't catch yourself in time and couldn't move to right yourself again. Doctors were called and consulted to take away any pain you had, but any time you had left was dwindling away, like the sand in an hourglass.

Today had been very tiring, and you just couldn't seem to keep warm. No amount of blankets or warmed pans seemed to ease your chill. Your whole body felt heavy, not because of the thick quilts, but like your body was turning to stone, heavy and stiff.

It was then you called out to Comte, watching the golden sheen of his hair enter the room. He was in a more relaxed state of dress, his long coats and tie left behind in favor of the more casual look of a plain white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and plain brown slacks.

He gave a chaste kiss to your forehead in greeting, as he always did when he saw you, fifty years and a month since that day in the Louvre. He took your hand, touched by time and age, his the same smooth hands of a gentleman that had replaced your earring that fateful day.

"What time is it, Comte?" The curtains were drawn, but no light seemed to be escaping through the slits.

"It's night time, ma chérie. A time when young girls like you should be sleeping."

"And miss a moment of your time, mon amour?"

He chuckled.

"You speak as though I wouldn't give you all the time I possess, even if it meant I didn't last more than a day."

"A day spent every hour trying to give you back your eternity."

"And not with me? You wound me, chérie."

You both chuckled, calming after a moment.

A nearby clock counted the minutes, filling the small silence of the room. You couldn't remember if it had sounded the most recent hour, the only sound being the steady ticks of minutes and seconds, counting towards the next hour. You gently squeezed his hand to regain his attention.

"Do you know if the stars are out tonight?"

"They should be by now, yes. And the skies seemed clear enough earlier today." He paused, "It will be cold, though, if you wish to see them."

"Well, that's what blankets are for, silly."

He smiled. "Ah, yes, my mistake."

Carefully, he peeled back the blankets, save for the one he wrapped around you. Then, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you out onto the familiar balcony. Though there was a beautifully crafted wheelchair beside the bed he could have used, Comte much preferred to carry you there as if you were a newly wedded bride crossing the threshold into your new life.  

He sat you in his lap on the nearby bench, his warmth spreading through you as he held you gently. You turned your eyes skyward, watching the dark blanket of the heavens, dotted with small points of light, some brighter and some dimmer than others. It never failed to awe you, just like the person holding you securely.

"It's still so beautiful," You said, "even after all these years."

"On the contrary, chérie," he said softly. "I see something much more beautiful in front of me,"

"And you're horribly biased, good monsieur." You laughed. "Or going blind."

"If I go blind tonight, I'll be glad the last thing I saw was your smiling face, in my 'horribly biased' opinion."

He pulled you closer as the night wind blew across the balcony, stray dead leaves crinkling as they slid across the smooth stone. Your breath felt heavy, not chilled enough to see the puffs of air escaping, but strained as if you had run for miles without stopping.

"What… do you think tomorrow will be like? Can we see the garden in the morning?"

"Weather permitting, dearest," his voice remained soft and cheerful, but you couldn't help but notice the frown marring his face. "You'll have to sleep in to make up for staying up now."

"It wouldn't be the same as seeing it in the morning."

"All young ladies need their beauty sleep, I've been told," he paused, "Though you being any more lovely and I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

"You tease…"

You leaned into him, taking in his warmth and listening to his heartbeat, the eternal clock that never stops. Or, for him at least, it would never stop. Yours felt slower, sluggish. The usual pounding felt reluctant to keep going further, wanting to come to a quiet stop.

Comte's arm clutched you tighter, as if he could sense what was going on. You breathed out softly.

"I'm so tired, mon amour…"

"Do you want me to carry you back inside?" It was hard to mistake the quiver in his voice, however.

"No," you said quietly, closing your eyes. "I'd like to stay with you, under the stars. Seems more romantic that way."

He said nothing, just held you as close as he was physically able, and to protect you from the night wind that gently ruffled your hair.

In the distance, you could hear the chiming of bells. One, two, three, four…

"Comte?" your voice was barely a whisper.

His golden eyes opened for you, tinged red and puffed slightly. Five, six, seven, eight chimes.

"I love you. Bonne nuit, mon amour."

He rested his forehead against yours, already cold to the touch. Nine, ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Then, the night was silent once again.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he kissed your forehead one last time.

"Fais de beaux rêves, ma chérie." His voice shook, as did the rest of him. "Make sweet dreams, my love."

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #fictober20 #fictober #ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain (ikevamp) #cw: major character death #cw: aging #cw: old age #cw: angst #happy birthday dearest comte #sorry I made such a sad piece for his bday #but I have been wanting to write something like this for a while #and I kinda did on twitter #sorta #it was a writing challenge where you would write a story #preferably an angsty one #just through dialogue alone #because twitter has the character limit and what not #did one for Masa and Jumin as well #Masa's being inspired by his chapter 8 and MC not being able to take the shot to save him #while Jumin's was inspired by one of my 100 words challenges I had already did #where MC is having a panic attack or something similar thanks to Jumin's obsessive tendencies after he lost Elizabeth #*in reference to his route of course #That mini dialogue story is what inspired this initially #then fictober came back around and I decided #you know what #I'm gonna flesh out this story and make it fully painful #and sorry if the French used is not correct #I didn't wanna spoil the surprise by asking on discord so I just used internet sources #:'D

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Happy birthday, my dearest Comte. 🎂

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[saphyhowl]

Comte teaching mc how to waltz is a concept that won't leave my mind no matter how hard I try... so it's his birthday or whatever and she keeps asking him what she can give him as a birthday present (just like his actual birthday event) and he asks her if he can teach her how to waltz? I may die with cuteness

Here you go dearest! I tried my best as I did not have the chance nor the time to participate in Comte’s birthday event. I hope you won’t mind me imagining something for his birthday. I did want to shower him with all the love that adorable man deserves. I hope I captured it well. I truly hope you’ll have someone to teach you how to waltz just like Comte did. 

Mari was pacing in her room reflecting. Her brows were furrowed, from time to time she stopped stared at the ceiling and then shook her head before continuing to pace. Usually she had great present ideas, but this time she was at lost. Nothing seemed good enough for Comte. Mari wanted to surprise him, but Comte seemed to have everything already. Defeated, Mari exited her room. The only way she could find a good present idea was by asking the other inhabitants of the mansion.

After a thorough interrogation, Mari still had nothing. A night at a cabaret, according to Arthur surely was not something she had hoped for a romantic and thoughtful present. A suggestive painting as Leonardo offered, ought to put Comte and Leonardo at odds. Composing a ballad, as Mozart had advised, was out of her skills. Dazai’s suggestion was unsafe to even mention. Isaac had suggested a visit at the Musée de l’invention, which with all the respect Mari had for Isaac was boring. Theo and Vincent had offered either another visit at an art museum or a picnic, which given the season would have been a tad complicated. Napoleon and Jean suggested some fine wine but when Sebastian showed Mari the impressive and mildly concerning wine cellar of Comte, she abandoned the idea. Truly, there was nothing Comte did not already have.

With slumped shoulders Mari knocked on Comte’s office door. Comte greeted her with open arm like he usually did. His warm smile made Mari feel at home.

“Why are you frowning ma chérie?”

Mari sat down on the chair he elegantly guided her to. She conveyed to him how much she wished to make him happy on his birthday. Comte’s eyes sparkled, nothing pleased him more than hearing how much she desired to fulfil any of his wishes. Comte took her hands in his and traced his thumbs over her skin.

“Ma chérie, mon petit amour… Nothing would make me happier than teaching you how to dance the waltz on my birthday. Would you accept this request of mine?”

Mari was a bit startled by his wish, but she nodded and beamed at him. Comte kissed her hands as a thank you. They then spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing. Spending time with Comte always filled Mari with bliss.

When Comte’s birthday finally came, everyone rushed to give him presents and birthday wishes. Mari barely had the opportunity to spend some time with him alone. All the residents of the mansion had pitched in to prepare a birthday dinner. Mari did not mind, celebrating together as if all of them were family was thoughtful. Everyone laughed, shared funny anecdotes about Comte. Everyone gave Comte their present. Comte thanked them all. Mari smiled as she saw how truly grateful Comte was to be celebrating with all of them. As she gazed at him Comte looked at her and winked, as they both knew the best present was yet to come.

After the birthday cake, everyone slowly took their leave one by one. Mari remained at Comte’s side, he held her hand, from time to time tracing with his thumb a heart over her palms. When no one else was in the dining room besides them, Comte gracefully stood up and offered his arm to Mari, which she gladly accepted. There was no need for words, Comte silently guided her towards his room and then outside on his very own balcony. Ever since this morning Comte had never stopped smiling, but right now his happiness transcended in each of his gestures.

Comte gracefully put one of Mari’s hand on his shoulder and held the other one. He gently placed his hand on her hip and raised his eyes to gaze at her beautiful face.

“You only need to follow me. Dancing the waltz is easy, if you have a good dancing partner that is.”

“I’m sure I do.” Mari replied giggling.

“Bien bien!” Comte began guiding Mari as he counted out loud the steps.

Mari stared at her feet as if commanding them to follow Comte’s steps. However, Mari ultimately bumped into Comte’s chest and winced. Mari frowned in discouragement, but Comte raised her chin and kissed her lips gently. As he pulled away, Comte found the words to reassure Mari.

“You need to trust me. I’ll guide you; all you just need to do is follow my lead. Dancing is a bit like trust. If you trust me, then it will work. If you make a false step, I’ll make sure it won’t hinder our waltz.”

Mari nodded “I do trust you with everything.”

Mari placed her hands correctly and stood straight as she took in a deep breath. She expect to hear Comte counting the steps but instead, she heard him humming a waltz. Mari looked at her beloved Comte and when he gave her short nod, signalling the beginning of the waltz, she followed his lead naturally. Instead of looking at her feet, she gazed at him, at all the love she could find in his gaze. Mari let herself be guided by him and if her steps were too short or misplaced, Comte was experienced enough to make up for her missteps.

They danced on the balcony as if nothing could stop them not even Mari’s inexperience. Soon, Mari was humming along as well. Comte made her twirl as many times as she wanted. She giggled as she found her way back in his arms. When Comte’s voice was hoarse from all the humming, they danced silently under the stars.

“This is all I could ever wish for~” Comte murmured.

“Comte… All I ever wish for is for you to be happy.” Mari whispered back.

“I am the happiest when you are with me.”

Comte’s answer hid a hint of sadness. Mari could sense it; she even saw this sadness for a fleeting moment flashing in his eyes.

“I will always be with you. If for some reason life tears me apart from you, know that I will always find my way back to you. Because you are my home, the only person where my heart feels at ease.”

As soon as Mari had uttered these words, Comte pulled her in a tight embrace. Mari knew how he had longed for these words, how much he needed them to be repeated and how often he needed it to be proven in actions. However, he had never dared to ask, he had hidden his insecurity deep inside him, he had learned to be modest when it came to his needs.

Mari cupped his cheek and kissed him gently. She vowed to show him what eternal love meant, how abundant her love for him was.  After a break, Mari pulled on his arms and requested another dance. She did not care if they had to waltz the whole night away, if it meant staying by his side.

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