"I suppose it must have been." Bastien said with a smile, thinking back to the Masquerade. "As I recall, you were quite happy too." There was no hint of jealousy in his voice (when it came to lovers he had never been possessive) but a teasing smile on his face. It had been a regret of his that night he had not gotten to spend as much time with Rexanna as he would have liked, but he was sure they would remedy that soon.
Rexanna bragged about her meeting Frey twice. Bastien laughed and reached to take her fingers, pull them close for a kiss. He didn't tell her of his meeting with Frey, which had been on all counts a disaster (though a rather orgasmic one).
"I am sure Frey had little to do with it. Your spirit radiates a natural beauty." He breathed against her fingers. Then suddenly he was overcome with affection, simply had to place his glass down and move close, place a gentle hand on her jaw and stroke it to her chin, lean in for a soft kiss.
"A beauty I am most honoured to partake in."
Rexanna bragged about her meeting Frey twice. Bastien laughed and reached to take her fingers, pull them close for a kiss. He didn't tell her of his meeting with Frey, which had been on all counts a disaster (though a rather orgasmic one).
"I am sure Frey had little to do with it. Your spirit radiates a natural beauty." He breathed against her fingers. Then suddenly he was overcome with affection, simply had to place his glass down and move close, place a gentle hand on her jaw and stroke it to her chin, lean in for a soft kiss.
"A beauty I am most honoured to partake in."
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
