mxrdrake:

frauleinkunstlerin:

Love had always been a misery - even to a woman of the world like Fräulein Elsa Mars herself. She would be lying if she said that she did not know what feelt like, giving and receiving love. There were men before him, but none of them treated her like Edward did. Like the lady, the diva, she was. The simple hold of their hands only proved the warm connection between the two of them. She could nearly feel that he was unsure, but she also knew that he wanted this — them — as much as she did. “I believe I can show you love, Edward Mordrake,-” she whispered softly as she gave his hand a tight, but still gentle squeeze, “and all its beautiful sides. We’ve got so much time.” With that, she shut her eyes as well and returned his kiss softly, her free hand moving slowly to grip a part of his coat as tenderly, carefully tugging on its fabric, in need of his closeness.

They had time itself, stoppered in a bottle between them. As she gripped at him, proving her need to have him close, he felt a dizzying, pleasant lift to his spirits. This is what it was to be wanted, to be loved, he knew in that moment. It was powerful. He lost himself in that single kiss, the gentleman falling away in favour of seeking her affections, his hand pulling from hers to cradle her cheek with his bare fingers. Again, he felt that electricity pass between them, that pleasant tingling that he grew to crave. After a time, he broke the kiss to press his forehead to hers, letting out a soft breath. “My love…” Both hands cradled her face now, as if he simply could not believe that she was real, that she was finally within his grasp.

As he let go of her hand, Elsa raised hers to place it on his cheek, just like he did, long as their loving kiss lasted. Feeling him so close caused a warm feeling in the diva’s chest – something she had been missing for quite a while. The idea of keeping this sensation forever made Elsa look forward to their time together. Leaning her forehead against his when the kiss broke, she kept her eyes shut. The hand which lingered on his coat wandered slowly down his shoulder, once again resting on his chest. “Mm, ja, Edward?” , she replied softly, her voice quieter than she wanted it to be. Carefully, she opened her eyes, just enough to glance into his mesmerizing blue ones, stroking his cheek gently with her thumb.