Celebrating a new beginning

Posted on Tue Jun 4th, 2019 @ 5:57pm by

2,119 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Personal Quarters

By the time Alain had returned to their quarters, Amélie had long since returned, spent several hours unpacking the possessions they had decided to bring with them, and then taking a nice, long shower. Now, largely thanks to some hard work and some careful slight of hand, their quarters looked like home. The photos from their wedding were up above the fireplace where she wanted them. The fireplace was on, even though it wasn't actually set to warm, merely there as a decoration. The coffee table had been pushed to one side until such time as she could arrange for Operations to have it removed. The rug she had spread out on the floor was one she had insisted on bringing with her, for sentimental reasons, and next to it was a bottle of wine chilling in a wine cooler.

Even she had made an effort. Her long dark hair had been brushed repeatedly after being freshly washed so it hung in a silky wave down to her hips. Her dark red dress, although it appeared plain was low cut enough to give a tantalising view of her cleavage before pulling in tightly around her narrow waist, the skirt falling to mid thigh, just low enough to cover the lace tops of her delicate silk stockings. She had even put on heels, the black ones she knew he loved.

Now, all she had to do was to wait for him to return.

Alain had dropped by the establishment of his new employ. He didn't present himself as a worker but instead as a customer. He always liked to try the food he was going to contribute to so that he knew the standards worked to. It was only a light meal, just enough to sample quality of taste and texture before washing it down with water. It seemed however that his presence was noticed, and his face known as one of the owners joined him at the table. From there a conversation started over the menu, suggestions, ideas, hints and tips which seemed to go well and be generally well received.

After the chat was done and admittedly a few attempts to get away, he was finally freed and made his way back home. It took asking the computer the directions home but he eventually made it, the doors opened when he got near but it was not the same room he left.

His Wife was home.

He saw her, stunning red dress, her hair down which he loved, stockings and shoes made him wonder just how lucky he was to call her Wife. "Oh, I'm sorry, I think I've walked into the wrong quarters." He played, no way this high class woman would be waiting for one such as him.

Amélie smiled, turning as she heard the doors open. She closed the disteance between them, her smile becoming even wider. "I missed you," she said softly as she rose up slightly on her toes to kiss him. Her hands moved around his neck, her fingertips instinctively curling in the hair at the back of his neck as she brushed her lips over his a second time.

Alain smiled, his arms wrapping around her holding her close. He did like it when she dressed up, always willing to show her love and affection towards him in many ways. "I missed you too my love." He spoke as he kissed at her cheek and neck. "Have you been waiting long?" His hands enjoying the silky feel to her red dress as his hands rubbed up and down her back.

She slid her arms around his waist as she pulled away, leaning into his shoulder. "Not terribly long," she murmured with a smile. "I came back after meeting with the Captain and did some unpacking and rearranging and starting making a list of things I want to have ordered in for our quarters. The crates I haven't unpacked yet are in the second bedroom. Then I took a shower and waited for you to get back. I thought we could celebrate our first night in our new home together."

"Who am l to argue with such an idea?" He replied kissing her neck yet not letting her go from his embrace. He smiled as it seemed the meeting with the Captain went well and his Wife seemed to also be in good spirits. "I paid a visit to where l would be working. It's not a bad place but l didnt go behind the counter, didn't want to get drafted into service."

Amélie savoured the feel of his embrace, his arms around her, the gentleness of his touch. That had been a constant since they had gotten married. Touch. The physical contact with each other that they both seemed to love so very much. "What's it like?" she asked quietly as they started walking across the room to the plush rug she had set out. "Do you think you'll be happy working there?"

"Yes I believe I will, I spoke to one of the owners and they seem keen to have me, willing to listen to ideas and suggestions but I'll find out more when I get behind the counter." He answered as they walked though his hand never left her. "Care to sit or lay?" Seeing the bottle and glasses on the floor next to the rug and the fire on presenting the perfect setting for a very romantic evening.

Extracting herself from his arms long enough to hold her hand as she sank to the floor, inadvertently giving him a glimpse of the flesh between the top of her stockings and the back of her black lace panties. "So long as you're going to be happy," she said with a smile as she picked up the bottle of wine and poured the two glasses. "Sit with me?" She asked, handing one of the glasses to him.

Alain sat, enjoying the simple pleasures such as moments like these with his Wife. He had learned during the course of the relationship that she never held back her love for him, always wanting him and making it known. Never once had he been given cause to doubt or suspect her, and more than once especially when she served as a waitress did he observe her shut down some eager young man, and a female or two. He took the glass and sat, a smile on his face, love in his heart. "I'm sure I will once I get involved."

Amélie moved closer to him, taking a sip of her wine before resting her head on his shoulder. "Good, because if you thought for a moment you wouldn't be happy we could leave," she said quietly. Drawing in a quick breath, she smiled as she held out her wine glass toward him. "To us," she said softly. "New beginnings and where ever they may take us."

"Us, beginnings and the future." His glass tapped to hers then he sipped as he felt her head on his shoulder. He leaned his head to the side to rest it lightly upon her own. "So how did it go with the Captain?"

"I think it went well. I have a feeling he thinks I'm not qualified enough for the job..." her voice trailed off and she smiled quickly. "That just makes me want to prove him wrong, so it's okay. It was good though, I think it's going to be busy, at least over the next week or two while everyone is settling in."

"I suspect all Captains have doubts, only natural I would think." Not that Alain knew much of command, at best he was part of a team in a Kitchen. "I'm confident you will face this with the same confidence and zeal you did your first day as a waitress." He smiled. "Though you did look great in the skirt." The memory recalled in his head as he smiled.

Amélie laughed softly. "I didn't think you even noticed," she said teasingly, setting her wine glass down and moving her hand to his chest, her fingertips running over the fabric of his shirt gently.

"How could I not. I wasn't the only one checking out those fine legs of yours." Which was true, he wasn't. "You were the topic of conversation a few times, and....a few Cadets even asked me about you while we were dating. I may have not let on that fact because watching you shut them down was...." He sighed with a smile. "Invigorating."

"There was never anyone else for me," she said with a smile, reaching up to brush a kiss across his cheek. "Not from the first time you ever said my name." She sighed contentedly, leaning into him again.

"And what did I say about flattery my dear Amélie?" Alain replied with a smile on his face when she kissed his cheek.

"It gets me everywhere?" she asked hopefully as she looked up at him with a teasing smile.

"That it does." He chuckled. His smile not for a moment fading. He sipped from his glass as he looked at the fireplace, even if it was for decoration it still gave off that soothing, relaxing effect that he'd always taken from fire, when it wasn't trying to burn him in the Kitchen.

Amélie smiled, taking his wine glass from his hand and setting it down next to hers before turning back to him, pulling his arms around her as she curled into him, her head tipping back as she reached up for another kiss. "Have I told you today how much I love you?" she asked softly.

With one hand he brought it to his chin as if to give her answer some thought, she of course had, earlier that morning after waking up like she did every morning. "No, no I don't think you have." He tried his level best to hide the smirk on his face.

"You, my love, are a glorious tease," Amélie said with a smile. "One of the very many things I love about you."

Alain chuckled as he leaned his head down and nibbled on her neck as he laughed, his arms around her. "I'm allowed to tease." With her in front of him as they lay on the rug he held her, her slender frame fitting well within his embrace as he basked in the love and affection afforded him.

With a contented sigh she pushed him back on the rug nestled in to his shoulder, one arm across him, her hand splayed on his chest, fingertips caressing lightly, one of her knees resting on his leg. "I think this is my favourite part of the day," she said softly. "Just being with you, like this, having you all to myself."

"So does that mean once you are used to it, you are going to trade me in for a newer model to do this with?" He joked as he held her awaiting the retribution that was no doubt to follow.

"Hey!" she protested with mock affront as she pushed herself up on one arm to look down at him. "I demand that you take that back this instant!" she said pouting as she looked at him. "Or else!"

"Awwww my little cherry blossom." He leaned in to hug her, placing not one but multiple kisses upon her lips as he no rolled more towards and onto her. "I take it all back."

Amélie laughed softly. "Good, and so you should. Now..." She reached up toward him, pulling his head down to hers, kissing him slowly, her fingers curling in the back of his hair.

Together they lay sharing the simple pleasures but ones that meant a great deal more. Even as they laid pressed against each other, he was careful not to squash her under his weight but did lift her leg slightly, his hand on the back of her thigh feeling the silk stocking clad leg.

One of her hands remained at the back of his neck while the other travelled slowly and lazily along his back, closing her eyes and smiling at the feel of his hand on her thigh. "Do you like them?" she asked teasingly. "I got them just for you."

"You spoil me." He answered as felt up his wife. He did take comfort and pleasure from something as simple as touch but like 3 words each morning it was just as important.

"Not half as much as you spoil me," she replied softly, reaching up and kissing him again softly, her hand burrowing under the fabric of his shirt until fingertips were on his skin.

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