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“I felt you shaking last night,” he murmured gently.
“I felt you shaking last night,” he murmured gently.
"I was…" she thought of an idea and went with it, "Cold" she replied, smiling weakly.
“How could you be cold?” He arched an eyebrow. “It’s summer, m’lady.”
"I don't know, I have a low body temperature" she replied, biting her lip.
“I will keep you warm, m’lady,” he said, his arms pulling her against him.
She hummed softly, pressing her body softly against his for warmth.
“I love you, m’lady, but please tell me the real reason,” he murmured into her ear.
She sighed, "I had a nightmare" she replied, snuggling her face into his chest.
“About what?” His next stoke was slower.
"Death…death and dying" she replied, her voice breaking with every word.
He stopped and took her chin into his fingers. “Why? Are you alright?”
"It's nothing" she muttered, looking into his eyes.
“Tell me the truth,” he said firmly, looking at her with a burning intensity.
"I don't know why it's been happening, but it's been happening…and I'm dealing" she replied, her gaze turning weak under his.
He cupped her face. "M'lady… why wouldn't you tell me?"
"I don't know, I don't want you to run away. I'm supposed to be a perfect ballerina and nightmares about death isn't supposed to come in the package" she replied, laughing a little at her explanation.
"Well, I'm afraid I've fallen for you, m'lady. Not even nightmares about death can hinder my love for you."
A blush spread across her body, making her face a vibrant pink, "You're sure?" she asked, her voice small and squeaky
"M'lady, I'm positive," he assured her, kissing her gently. "Did I ever mention how adorable you look when you blush?"
She smiled weakly and blushed more, kissing his lips softly again. "I love you too" she muttered, looking into his eyes sweetly.
He kissed her and smoothed her hair gently, knowing that she liked it. He glanced at the time. "Would you like to get that coffee now, m'lady?"
"That'd be a brilliant idea. Let me go get dressed" she replied, slipping up the staires to her room and changing quickly
Christian watched her go and found himself anxiously waiting for her return. He decided his clothes were a little wrinkled but fine.
She came back soon, dressed in black, high-waisted jeans and a white crop top that had some sort of tree symbol on it. "Ready to go?" she asked, looking at him with excitement.
"Ready when you are, m'lady," he declared, standing up.
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