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
Blaze gazed out at the river. She knew what a psychologist would say she was doing: using this thing with Fabien to divert herself from the hole not dancing anymore had left in her life. Fabien distracted her with sightseeing and gastronomic indulgences, and she rounded the job off by fixating on what was happening between them, building it up into something it probably wasn’t, and probably never should be. It wasn’t fair to Fabien that she latch onto him to stop herself from going under. He deserved a hell of a lot more than that. Beside her, Fabien crumpled the empty bread wrapper into a ball.“Come on, chérie. Art awaits,” Fabien exclaimed, standing and holding out
She couldn’t help but laugh.“Not me, silly. Real people. Tourists,” she told him. Blaze bit her lip again and moaned as he upped the pace.“I guess we’d better be quick then,” Fabien replied. Useless to pretend that the danger, the illicit nature of what they were doing wasn’t a turn-on. Desire built inside her and Blaze gasped as her climax hit her. Fabien kissed her, swallowing her small cry. By the time the tourists arrived at the fountain, he’d buttoned her jeans again and she had her flushed face pressed against his neck.“Don’t think there won’t be payback…” she said, still excited, when the tourists had gone. “Sleep with one eye open,
Hey, Y'all!!!! This is it!!!! The love story of Blaze and Fabien stops here for us, but somewhere, far away from here, far away from our eyes, their story goes on and on. I must say that mixing two of my passions (writing and dancing) to create this story was beautiful, frustrating... unique. I did so much research for this story, like never before. And I hope every single detail helped you understand better certain terms. I also loved mixing French. I'm in love with Paris, I'm in love with everything French (I'm sure you got this by now...) :)))) I want to thank you all for everything you've done to keep this book relevant, and to motivate me to keep writing it. Thank you so much for your gems, your comments, and your PMs asking me questions about it, about ballet and even asking me to help you with your French. :)))) It was so much fun!!!!! Well, see you soon with a new story! (Yes I'm already working on it!) Until next time... Baci & Abbracci, Emma.
Fabien was about to kiss her again when the sound of a clearing throat alerted them to the fact that they had an audience. They glanced up, registering the circle of very curious art lovers surrounding them. Willow stepped forward, one eyebrow raised.“I think the Americans have a phrase for this, if I’m not mistaken?” she said. “Get a room? Am I right?”“Not a room… but a house. I’m taking my woman home with me. I’m taking her where she belongs…” Fabien threw back his head and laughed. It was the best sound Blaze had ever heard in her life, but suddenly tears were squeezing from beneath her eyelids and running down her face. Fabien’s smile faded and he reached out to cup her cheek.“Chérie, what’s wrong? Please, don’t cry,” he said slowly.“I’m so sorry, Fab…” she whispered. “I’m so sorry for not understanding sooner. For not seeing. All those times I climbed into your bed. All those times I bitched to you about my boyfriends… While you… You…”
The crowd parted before Fabien, people smiling and watching him avidly as he passed. Without even seeing his work, Blaze understood that he was a hit. Fabien was now the hottest thing in town. People watched him as if he was a rockstar or something.“Fabien, people are staring at us…” she said, smiling a bit embarrassed to the guests around them.“I don’t care, chérie. Let them stare,” Fabien replied still towing her behind him.“You are the star of the evening. This show is important to you. Please, don’t create a fuss right now. Whatever it is you can show me later.”“None of this would exist without you, Blaze. I need to know what you think. I need to know it right away,” he insisted. Then, a man stepped to one side and Blaze saw the first sculpture: a ballerina arching forward in a perfect arabesque, the muscles of her slim frame straining. Her face was lifted, her expression serene, as though she was exactly where she needed to be. An angel dancing i
Willow was openmouthed with shock.“You sent Blaze away?” she asked, her voice rising on a high note of incredulity. “Why? I don’t understand… You wanted her in your life… You love her since forever… I don’t get it. Why did you do that?” Fabien sighed.“The day I helped you and Grant move the furniture, I came back home and I found her sitting on the floor, having a panic attack… She was looking so lost, so… in pain… She was dying in front of me, Willa! I had to help her. I had to find a way to bring her to life. So, I found a way for her to dance again.”“Okay, but you pushed her away… to another country! And then you told her not to come back?” Her face was creased with confusi
Her voice was quiet and low. Fabien imagined her sitting in her hotel room, her beautiful face crumpled with confusion. But he knew that any hurt Blaze was feeling would soon pass. She had a second chance at her career. The few weeks they’d had together would soon fade into insignificance as she lost herself in her craft again. If they’d ever had any significance in the first place. As Willow had so eloquently pointed out, Blaze needing him while he loved her was not a recipe for success. One of these things was definitely not like the other.“‘Fab… Please, talk to me…’”“I’ll never forget a single moment I spent with you, Blaze. But we both know it only happened between us because of what was going on in your life. Let&rsq
Fabien Mason Lévy… the most wonderful man on the planet. She’d thought she’d known him, top to bottom, inside out when she lived with him ten years ago. She never allowed herself to see more than a friend in him. And now, she couldn’t see herself living without him. He was the love of her life. Her heart knew that truth since the first moment she’d met Fabien, but her mind has always been filled with nothing more than dancing. For a long time, ballet was her only love. Yes, she was head over heels in love with Fabien and Blaze liked nothing better than to say it to him, but maybe it wasn’t the right time… She didn’t want Fabien t
Fabien decided to walk home rather than take the metro. Buds were starting to appear on the trees lining the Seine, and there was a definite hint of warmth in the air. Winter was drawing to a close, and soon it would be spring. The tourists would flood back into the city, and the streets would be full of bikes and pedestrians. Would Blaze be here to see it? Would she be here to take a walk with him? To have a picnic together? He wanted to pin her down so badly it hurt. Fabien wanted to declare himself and commit himself and have her do the same, to end the doubt and uncertainty forever. Ten years with her in his mind and in his heart. Ten years he’d been waiting for Blaze. Eight years without seeing her, without touching her. Now Fabien had her in his bed, in his life, and he wanted to keep her there forever. Fabien stopped on the small pedestrian bridge. Someone was playing ‘La Vie en Rose’ for
The next morning, Blaze rolled over in bed and felt the coolness of empty sheets beside her. Already half awake, she sat up with a frown and stared at the indentation Fabien’s head had left in the pillow next to hers. Blaze felt strange chills running down her spine. She hadn’t heard Fabien getting up. Somehow, she couldn’t understand how or why, she felt ridiculously cheated. Lingering between the sheets in the morning with her head on his strong chest, his hands moving in slow circles on her back, the soothing sound of him breathing, was one of the highlights of the day. Inevitably, they wound up making l
She couldn’t help but laugh.“Not me, silly. Real people. Tourists,” she told him. Blaze bit her lip again and moaned as he upped the pace.“I guess we’d better be quick then,” Fabien replied. Useless to pretend that the danger, the illicit nature of what they were doing wasn’t a turn-on. Desire built inside her and Blaze gasped as her climax hit her. Fabien kissed her, swallowing her small cry. By the time the tourists arrived at the fountain, he’d buttoned her jeans again and she had her flushed face pressed against his neck.“Don’t think there won’t be payback…” she said, still excited, when the tourists had gone. “Sleep with one eye open,