WARNING: I KNOW THE TITLE ALREADY A LEMON. BUT STILL IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ LEMONS THEN DON"T. PLS. ANOTHER FIC. Oh and this is a story of second chance.
"Royal straight flush!"
The crowd grew silent.
It's always the deafening silence before the widening of their eyes and shrieks that it was unbelievable.
Then it happened.
"Well boys I guess it's all mine."
She collected her prize and sauntered off. She went to watch the dancers when a silent applause made her turn to her side.
"That's a surprising move back there."
"Gilbert! Oh how I missed you."
She offered her hand and Gilbert kissed it.
"So how did you do it?"
She smiled sheepishly. "Can we dance?"
They moved in the dance floor.
"The one thing my mentor told me about cards is that it tells you to win."
"I think you're right. Whatever the odds you must know how to win."
"I think I'm done with him. He doesn't seem to see what I can do for him."
She looked up at him with sad eyes.
"My life with him is like a game of cards. He always wins, I always lose. Whenever I think of a plan to win, the end is the same."
"He never notices the efforts I give." She continued. "He's always the winner."
"I said, maybe not."
"Look at him. No, don't look. He's glaring at me."
He twirled her for her to get a view of him.
"So? He's glaring at you. That's natural, you once invaded regions he owned."
"No, I think it's about you."
"What about you? I see Lady (f/n from First Sonata)."
"There's a thing about her parents. They wanted her to marry me."
"That's good. I can tell she adores you."
"Good?" he said, chuckling. "Really? How about me?"
"Don't make me slap you in the dance floor." she replied, clearly irritated.
"Ha-ha. Look he's still glaring at me."
"Stop it, Gil."
The dance ended.
"Thanks for the company. Go to the gardens and make your love life."
"Bleh. Love life are for fools."
"So now I'm a fool?"
"Just ran along before I slap you in the face."
"Manners my lady, manners." He grinned and ran to the gardens where his love sheltered herself from the crowd.
She spotted her husband just a few distance away. She better vanished again before she could cross him this night. She wouldn't want any misunderstandings again.
She moved behind people where she was out of his view. She was just about to pick a glass of wine, he appeared.
She tried to hide her surprise but she can never hide anything from him. It's like he sees through her.
"Come with me."
Roderich guided her outside to the gardens. There is something about his mood this evening. His acting a bit strange. His hold on her waist proved her assumption. For a moment, she was speechless but the thought they're going outside from the ball stopped her from her tracks.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me."
"Then why did you bring me outside?"
"Why are you with that man?"
"Gilbert's my friend."
"We're going home."
He held her waist and gently led her away. This is one of the many moment that she can't understand him. One moment he's interested next his out wandering a different thought.
"No. We can't." she said. "We'll miss the event."
"I don't care. I can't stand these people..."
"I thought you like parties."
"Just when I'm starting to like this particular one I decided to loath it. "Now come."
He held her arm but she withdrew.
"No, I won't come."
"What do you mean you won't come?"
"I'll stay here. If you're tired you go and rest for the night. You don't have to worry about me."
"And leave you here where I can't see?"
"Why do you even care? I can do what I want and you'll leave me alone." She began walking away.
"I'm not leaving here without you."
He grabbed her arm.
"I'll scream if you don't release me."
He narrowed his eyes.
Roderich planned to kiss her when liquid from above came pouring down to her decolletage. They both looked up, shock on their faces.
"Francis!" she cried.
"Oh la la!" A Frenchman said from above. Someone was with him, a woman. "We're very sorry! Ah that's very careless of you, my love."
"Francis, look how it did to my lovely taffeta!"
He smiled apologetically. "I'll have you a new one, love. In Christmas!"
"Look," Roderich said gravely, trying to intercede.
"Wait, is that lady drunk? Roderich, that lady is drunk. I can say she is—"
"Look, it's all right. I got this, Francis. We're heading home anyway. You're lucky we're the ones outside."
The journey home remained silent. Across from him, her arms were crossed, emphasizing her wine-soaked bosom. She diverted his gaze whenever he looked at her. Almost all the time he kept looking at her, she can't bear it, the silence not helping. She prayed that the ride will end soon.
"You know I hate you." She suddenly grumbled.
"Yes. I love you, too."
She looked surprised. He's reply didn't made her talk further.
Upon entering the house she greeted their butler and dashed off the stairs.
"Anything you need, my lord?"
"Have my lady a hot bath and have all the seamstress here tomorrow."
"Very good, sir. Is that all."
"Don't bother us for the night."
Roderich knocked the door with his other hand while the other balanced a tray meant for the maid to deliver. Once inside, he laid the tray on the bedside table and waited beside the bathroom door.
He can hear his wife singing. This is one of the things he rarely got in time to hear. He wondered if one day, he and she will soar the stage together in one performance. Everybody will hear her lovely voice.
The door of the bathroom opened, steam escaping. She wore a satin robe that hugged her curves, her hair were tied up in a bun. She was still oblivious of his presence. Examining her, she suddenly disrobed. But when she turned, her expression turned grim.
"Please get out, my lord. I'm tired."
She dressed herself again, shy of getting caught bare. Her cheeks were flushed, embarrassed. The look on her face made her the woman he remembered the first night they were together in bed. That change a long time ago he can't barely remember.
He strolled over and picked up the glass over the bedside table. Pressing the glass on her hand, he picked up the wine and poured some to her.
"Drink this. It will soothe you."
(Name) looked at him with doubt, hesitating.
She drank in one gulp. "It's good."
He regained the glass in her hand and placed it on the table.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I am your wife."
"Yes. And I had the right."
"Tell me why you're doing this."
"I want to have you tonight."
"I believe that won't be possible. We're having an annulment."
"You heard me, darling."
"You'll change your mind. You always do."
"No. This time its permanent."
"It can't be."
"Yes. Maybe the day after tomorrow, I'll be gone from your life forever." Her eyes were now watery.
She turned to her wardrobe but he grabbed her arm.
"You won't deny me those nights again."
"I will deny everything as you've denied me. Woeing. Attention. Lust...and love."
Roderich took her by the waist, drawing her close, her arms folded between them. She looked away, tears filling her eyes.
Holding her close, he didn't know what to make of her tears but he do know that he'd hurt her. He stared at her but she still won't look at him. He slowly planted a sensual kiss on her neck. He kissed her, like cherishing what a treasure would be like. Yes, she's his treasure this moment, this evening, forever.
"Don't you remember the reason you love me before?" His voice sounded husky.
He moved his hot kisses on her jaw,
"Make me love you, tonight. Give me your love tonight."
He pushed her to the bed, moving on top of her.
"What is this? I feel--the drink...you drugged me."
"Hush. Let me pleasure you."
He removed his coat and cast the satin above her bosom and licked a nipple.
"Stop. You never done this to me before."
He removed her arms out of the way and touched the other pair. She moaned. He played it with his teeth, she moaned again.
He fumbled both breasts with his mouth, both his hands restraining her arms.
"Please, if you want me. Do it now and be done with it. This will be the last."
He moved up, straddling her, and claimed her lips. She responded.
(Name) pushed down his trousers and unbutton his shirt all the time kissing him. It's been a long time since she kissed him. It feels so good.
He fully disrobed her and himself, soon he entered her. No hesitations, no doubts. Just pure desire for her.
She dug her nails on his back and cried his name.
He claimed her lips again, needing her. His kiss became greedy and more passionate. She pushed him closer.
He began to thrust slow, every thrust full and sure. He felt so enveloped and satisfied to be in her again. He pulled out and gave her a rough one. She moaned.
They huffed, both caught in a wild chase of passion. His thrust came hard and fast, feeling frenzied to be inside her.
Soon, he's pumping from behind, Roderich grabbing her hips and shoving roughly, hastily from behind. Their skin vibrated in every pump. She wailed in every pump.
"Don't stop, don't stop."
(Name) cried an felt the edge growing near. She tried to let go of him but he grab hold.
Roderich flipped her, grabbed a fistful of her hair and came in one hard shove. He let go, warm seed filling her. She cried, ecstasy in her tone.
"Why?" She said moments after. "Why did you...?
"Because I'm your husband."
"Yes. And you had the right."
The butler announced himself and knocked for the breakfast to be trayed in.
"The seamstress is already waiting in the parlor, my lord."
"Very good, butler."
"We're getting married."
"It's an annulment."
"I thought this was our honeymoon." He smiled, teeth showing.
Butler cleared his throat."Excuse me for a moment, sir."
"I'll be gone tomorrow." She said.
"I'll invite everyone in the party in our marriage."
"I hate you."
Rodedich looked at her sharp glare. Even though it seems she's seething, she actually glowed from their lovemaking. It took all his effort not to hear her beautiful wailing again.
He kissed her full and slow.
"I love you, too."