This Sweetest Moment
Kash - November 2000

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mater, yardy yarda, No infringement intended, done for fun, I dun got no money, I ain't getting no money, and I sure's heck got none to give if I get sued, blah blah --insert big legal words here-- ...in triplicate, etc.

Warning: Louis Angst

Comment: I hope ya like it, this is what happens when you pop in you 'Nature Impressions' 5 piece Vol. collection of soft classical and Celtic music. *Laughs* Well enjoy and lemme know what you think.

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It wasn't cold; then again it wasn't necessarily hot or overly warm either. The gentle wafting breeze from the dark oceanic waters left the air with a rich salty taste. Somewhere between that was the sent of the rotting wood of the pear and the sultry mix of fall spice. Perhaps it was the smell of the harvest far beyond the reaches of the dull lights flickering behind him.

A woman walked down the street far behind, he could hear the sound of her scraping high-heels and the sweet tingle of her perfume. He closed his eyes, leaning back on his hands as his feet dangled just above the water surface. If he let his mind blank he could see her without turning, without intruding. The murky image slowly formed, whisping strawberry hair in tight natural ringlets. The strands swaying with her steps and the little play of the breeze as she pushed them back behind her ears. Little ears like that a young child would have, but were suited to her child-like face.

The tiny wire-framed glasses perched on her slender little nose. She blinked and the black coloured lashes fluttered a little to reveal a play of greenish brow hues. The small black iris in the centre blended to the star burst of brown and faded eventually into the more forest green colour. It gave her the air of a tree spirit, those eyes and the curled hair. He little lips slender and small as well, almost as if they were different pen strokes, and the bottom wider witch gave her a soft pouting expression.

A car clattered by, with it's rumbling engine and she was gone.

A little crease on his brow as he took in a deep breath and sighed, opening his eyes as if for the first time. A blind man learning to see and he pushed the black bangs from his own eyes now. He looked out over the water, wishing he could remember when it used to shimmer blues and greens, flecks of golden sunlight on its never still surface.

"Chere?"
The voice startled him as he turned, the hair whipping around his shoulders as his eyes met with the familiar figure. Matching it with the voice that was sweet as long forgotten wine, when it wanted to be.

"You alright chere? I was worried about you when you didn't come home at your usual time."

He smiled inwardly, such a beautiful look on this man's face when he was concerned, hell, even when he was angry he was still beautiful. He loved to look at him, the long, loose golden ringlets that gathered around his face. Framing the shimmering porcelain skin, accenting the worried eyes that shone all the more with its sky of endless blue crystal. This is what angels must look like, he thought with a little smile as he cleared his throat and relaxed again.

"Oui, I'm fine. I was just admiring the view I suppose."
His own voice sounded slightly alien to him, so soft and velvety, something that made him feel unnatural, although he was.

He watched as the smile settled on his lovers' lips and he stepped closer, hearing the steps now as they treaded on the creaky planks. He felt the little shift as his angel seated down next to him, swinging his legs down over the edge, then turning his eyes to meet that of his own.

He could get lost in those eyes; everyone loved him. Mortal and immortal, gods and devils... he shivered a little at the thought and pushed it from his mind. Falling back into those eyes that held such love for him.

"What are you thinking mon chere?" This voice was slightly louder then his own, more toned and noticeable. It had a poetic tone to the very syllables as his lips formed them, he rarely sang anymore but even in speech it was like listening to a soothing symphony.

"How much I adore you." He answered honestly, drinking up the site of him as the smile broadened on his face and he shook the blond curls from his face; giving him an air of superiority. He deserved that air though, he was so absolutely stunning, and he was all his, now one else could share what they had now.

"Well my dearest sweet talker." He smiled, "I believe you are giving me a even greater ego then I already possess."

"Is that even possible?" he asked blankly, his lover let out a loud laugh and drew his arms around behind his waist, bestowing kisses on both his cheeks.

"Mon beau amour." He heard him whisper in his ears, followed by little kisses with fleeting warm breaths. He loved the feeling of the shivers tingling down his neck and spine, stretching there way out to his fingertips and toes with a little whimper of pleasure.

He didn't deserve this kind of affection; he should be alone in some dusty corner with only the solace of a few tattered novels and the burning wick of a candle. Not here in this beautiful mans arms, here being coerced by loving touches and gentle fingers stroking threw his raven hair. But the fact was that he was, he was here and he would do anything in the world to stay here in this moment. Beyond all the arguments and tiffs they constantly had, beyond the terrible and painful memories they both tried to lock away of a time long ago. Away from everyone else, closed off from the world around them. He needed only this touch, this feeling, this Love to sustain him.

"I love you." He whispered softly, he wasn't even sure if his lover could hear him as he felt the curious sting in his eyes and he opened them. The blue diamonds starring back at him with such care.
"I love you mon chere, don't cry..." His voice soothed, it was then he realised that the sting was the familiar slip of bloodied tears from his eyes. He didn't know why they streaked down his face, he wasn't sad? No, he was the happiest he had probably been in decades, then why were these tears betraying his heart?

His maker gently pressed his cool lips to the flesh of his cheek, sending an inviting tingle over his skin as the little bloody droplets were kissed away. He closed his eyes again as the kisses pressed to them, a swirling of soft warm colours against the blackness as they moved to his other eye and down that cheek.

He could feel the little darting movement of his lovers' tongue lapping at the red drops then the warm sensation as they traced around the edge of his lips. He parted them, waiting for this kiss, his kiss. The tongue slipping like silk past his lips and into his mouth with a stinging sweetness that made his heart skip a beat. There mouths together, arms straying over each other's skin in a soft passion as they melded together. The soft petals of the purest white lilly spinning and unfolding to bloom this moment.

Letting its scent twist around them, its nectar was their nectar, their love, forever and unending like the seasons. This was his master, his maker, saviour, devil, angel, demon, prince, lover... his world, heart, breath and eyes. Everything.

The lips withdrew from his, and he let out a pleading whimper despite himself, his eyes fluttering open a little as he clung tightly around the silken stone body.

"Kiss me again Lestat..."
"Let's go home Louis."
"Oui, let's go home."

~FIN