After their intense round of love making, Michael helped his wife fix herself. He was true to his word of not allowing anyone to take a single peek at her in any vulnerable state.
While standing in front of her and leaning over to give her a sweet kiss he took the opportunity to roam his hands around her body. His hand movement was both sensual and arousing. Anyone looking would assume that he was giving start to another intense round of love making, but at least this time around that was not the case. As his hand kept roaming her body above the silk fabric of her dress a bright and warm light emerged from his palm. Amelia smiled into his mouth that was still ravaging her sweetly, knowing very well that his graceful movements were getting rid of all the creases and wrinkles that were on her dress. Moving his hand ever so gently he reached her hair and ever so tenderly, he combed her long red waves getting rid of the knots that had form due to the intensity of their workout. His hand was akin to a magic wand, that he just needed to wave around to make magic happen.
And just like that Amelia, stepped away from their embrace and was please to see that she had returned to her pre wild sex self. No crease or messy hair could be seen on her. It was as if the intense love making had never happened and it was just a figment of her imagination. She would have believed such lie, if it were not for the bite mark that she could see in the clavicle area of her husband's body.
In her attempt to muffle her moans she had bitten down on him and from the looks of it she had taken it too far.
Reaching over, she extended her hand and placed it on top the sex bite, and just like with Michael a bright light appeared beneath her palm. However, as she was about to move it around in an attempt to heal it Michael, the ever too fast reached for her wrist and retreated her hand from the area. Interwinding their fingers together, he brought her closer to him kissing her forehead as he whispered ever so lovingly, "Leave it."
"But I am sure it hurts," Amelia looked worried and embarrassed at the same time. She knew she was the one who had caused such mark to taint his heavenly body.
"This little thing? How weak do you think your husband is?" Michael said giving her his signature wicked grin.
"Its embarrassing. I did that to you." Amelia flattered her long eyelashes down, her cheeks crimson red as the thought of how she lost control not a minute ago resurfaced on her mind.
"I love it. It reminds me of my naughty wife,"
Amelia immediately looked up, giving him a reproaching smirk. "So shameless," then reaching for his top, she started bottoming up his shirt, "Then at least cover it up. I don't want the girls or anyone else to see this."
Without a second thought Michael winked at her, "Of course! This is only for you,"
Amelia could never, ever, get used to how shameless her husband was. Always saying and doing things that made her want to dig a hole on the ground and hide.
"Stop with such comments and go get the girls. Dinner is ready."
"As you wish," and just as Michael was about to lean over and giver her another searing kiss, Amelia moved fast, completely evading his touch.
"You've gotten enough kisses. Now go."
With an unmistakable pout on his face, Michael gave her a quick smile, "Such a tease."
And with that he started making his way up the stairs a smile completely plastered on his face. He could not hide the joy that was on his heart, it was such a divine truth that his wife was the light of his life, and he was completely proud of that fact.
As he made his way thru the upstairs hallway, that smile suddenly dulled down and Michael halted on his steps. With his eyes on the floor, it was as if he was trying to sense something, something that he very well knew was not there. Without moving from his spot Michael lifted his head, his eyes gleaming bright and powerful. His emeralds looked as if they were the most precious jewels in the world and then a light as green as them emerged lighting up the hallway not leaving a single shadow to creep in the dark corners, but just as fast as that bright light emerged from his breathtaking eyes it was gone. And the night atmosphere came back, only leaving behind the light of the full moon to brighten up the lonely hallway that led to Emilia's room.
"Give me strength," this was the phrase that Michael repeated to himself over and over before resuming his steps. When he was in front of Emilia's room he made a move, reaching for the doorknob only to freeze once again.
"Give me strength," and just before opening the door Michael took in a deep breath. He knew very well what was going to welcome him on the other side and it did not matter how he hope for this to not be true there was no way he could change the fact that was about to welcome him. With a heavy heart he opened the door to his daughter's room and just as he had expected the only thing moving inside was the peachy curtains that were dancing to the rhythm of the night wind.
Michael took strong steps towards the balcony and every step he took was accompanied by the creation of a scene. First step he saw the girls standing by the bed startle after a sound coming from the balcony. The figures were with no doubt the memories that had been left behind in the room. If a place could speak there would be no secrets left in the world and for Michael that was the case as he could force every room to speak the truth. Second step, Azael barging in and kissing Clementine. Third step Azael inviting the girls to accompany him to the one place Michael had asked his daughter to not go to. Fourth step, his daughter sitting on the edge of the bed remembering their conversation. At this last scene Michael could not help but smile, how naïve of him to think for a second that he had tamed her rebellious spirit. And just as he reached the balcony and held the doors one on each hand, the figures that looked like misty ghosts made up of white smoke played the fifth and last scene for him.
'Let's go," Emilia chose the call of her adventurous heart. The three of them exited the room thru the balcony to not be seen.
And after the scene ended Michael looked out towards the dark horizon. Up ahead he could see the steady gallop of three horses, Eclipse included. If he wanted it to Michael knew he could put an end to this right now and prolonged the beginning of what was to come, but before he could be tempted to do such a thing, he closed the balcony doors and made his way out of the room.
Leaning his back to the now closed doors Michael looked up. His hands on his back still holding the doorknob, "I will respect your will, but please give me strength," A silent prayer exited his heart. How he longed for his daughter to stay being his little girl, but he knew that if there was one thing that could never be prevented or stopped, it was the inevitable rolling of time.