Blaze ended the call and returned to her position on the couch next to Margot. Once again, the little girl didn’t acknowledge her presence in any way. Blaze stared blindly at the television. Her heart was banging against her rib cage as though she’d just danced a solo.
Because Fabien called?
Because he’d said nice things to her and made her think about things it was best she never thought about again?
A grinding, clicking noise drew her attention back to the television. The picture was flashing off and on, the image distorted into pixels. She was reaching for the remote control when the machine gave a final mechanical groan and the picture died altogether, the screen cutting to blue.
“Oh, no… no... no...” she murmured.
Willow looked relieved as she turned to Fabien. “Thank you for today. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I feel like I have been saying that to you a lot lately.” “You don’t have to, Willa… You are my family… You know I’m happy to help you in any way I can,” he said. “Still. You have stepped in for us too many times. And I have been pulling my hair out too often. Grant and I will be having some serious talks tonight,” Willow said solemnly. “Perhaps it is time for him to change his job.” Fabien knew that Grant and Willow had been walking a fine line the past few years, trying to balance the demands of Grant’s high-paying job with the demands of home. They needed the extra income to fund Margot’s early intervention therapies, but Willow was clearly reaching the end of her endurance in her r
Fabien stiffened with shock as Blaze suddenly shot to her feet. What was going on with her? He could see tears in her eyes and saw her pressing a hand to her mouth. Then Blaze began pushing her way past the people seated beside her until she gained the aisle.“Blaze!” Fabien called after her, but Blaze broke into a run as she raced for the exit. The people sitting around them stirred, annoyed by the interruption. Fabien scooped up Blaze’s coat and handbag and excused his way to the aisle. By the time he’d gained the dress circle landing, Blaze was halfway down the stairs to the foyer. Fabien took off after her, barreling out into the Paris night. He stood
“Chérie…” Fabien said in a hesitating tone. “You’re too upset right now… You’re not thinking straight.” Blaze put her arms around his neck and he felt the tip of her tongue tracing his lower lip.“Fab,” she whispered against his mouth while licking and biting his lip, “I need this… I need you badly.” God… She tasted of tears and need, and… he was only human. “You’re going to regret having sex with me…” Fabien replied, and cupped Blaze’s face between his palms, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes. “And I can’t lose you… You mean too much to me.”“I’m not going to regret a single moment!” Blaze exclaimed pressing her body against his. “And you’re not going to lose me. Fab, I need your hands on my body, your skin on mine…” she added brushing against his hard-on.“Blaze…” he said and took a half step back.“‘Chérie’…” Blaze replied and followed him closely. Fabien smiled slightly. She never called him ‘chérie’… He took a deep breath, then to
Fabien placed himself comfortably and began eating her like his favorite treat. Sensations crowded, one on top of the other, and rushed through Blaze’s body as she felt Fabien’s lips, his tongue torturing the swollen bud of her clit. Lower, his fingers parted the silken smooth flesh of her sex and with slow, incremental thrusts began to push their way into the clenched, snug entrance of her vagina. “Fab!” she all but screamed his name as his tongue pressed more firmly against her clit and rubbed against it erotically. He stroked inside her pussy with little more than the tips of his fingers before parting them. His lips and tongue were wicked instruments of torture, never quite allowing her to climax but keeping her on the edge of the abyss.
Fabien woke to find himself tangled in Blaze’s silky hair. She lay curled away from him on her side of the bed. He smiled slightly and had to brace himself not to wake her up and make love to her one more time. He couldn’t get enough of her. Blaze was like his favorite drug. The more Fabien had her, the more he wanted her. He’d made love to her all night, like a man possessed. He’d brought her to climax again and again and again, and always she’d met him, matching need for need, passion for passion. She’d asked him to make her forget. Fabien figured he’d fulfilled his part of the bargain, and then some. Well, he was in love with her, so… having her in his arms was a dream come true… it was breathtakingly beautiful. And now? A tiny bit of one of their conversations came back to him. ‘You know you’ll regret this later,’ Fabien assured her.‘And you know this how?’ Blaze asked.‘Because, stubborn determination and ind
“That day, in the shower, when you saw me… jerking off, I was thinking about you. Every single time, since the day we met, while I was doing it, I was thinking only of you, of your body…”“Oh…” Blaze murmured.“While doing it that day, I was imagining you were in here with me. Imagining I was touching you… That I was fucking your brains out… I was craving for you, ‘mon ange’…” For a moment, they stared at each other.“I see… Well, Fab, I have to say that… this piece of information changes every single thing between us,” she replied. Blaze sounded dazed.“Yes, ‘mon ange’, it surely does,” Fabien agreed. “Come here… You’re staying too far away from me… I
Three weeks later, Blaze frowned at an article on ‘Vogue France’ as she stood at the kitchen table, trying to translate what she was reading.“What does ‘caoutchouc’ mean?” she asked. Fabien was at his workbench, adding some shading to his latest sketch.“Usually, it means ‘rubber’ but in this context, it means ‘latex, condom’.”“I hate asking explanations every five minutes. Even after all these years, I still find French such a difficult language to comprehend… I hate to admit that I suck so much at it,” she muttered under her breath.“Chérie, you’re the smartest woman I know. You’ll get the hang of it. And until then, you can ask me anything you want. I’m here for you,” he said confidently.“If you say so…” Blaze replied quite hesitant. She’d learned all the ballet technique phrases in French because she’d been passionate about her craft, and she’d picked up enough French to get by over the years without making a fool of herself. But actually, remember
As Willow began to entertain them with an update on Grant’s search for a new job, Blaze felt the weight of Fabien’s stare. She glanced over, and sure enough he was watching her, one hip propped against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest. He was so gorgeous, but he looked very serious… brooding, almost. As soon as Blaze made eye contact with him, Fabien smiled and the moment of intensity was gone, leaving her wondering if she’d imagined it. “I can’t believe I’m going to voluntarily subject myself to this, but tell me what you two are up to this afternoon?” Willow asked, crossing her legs and raising an eyebrow in inquiry. Over the past weeks, Blaze and Fabien had developed a routine of sorts. Most mornings she sat for him, then he worked on his sketches and other projects until midafternoon. After that, he took her out into the city, showing her his beloved Paris. So far, they had toured ‘Père Lachaise’, the largest cemetery in