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[monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« on: January 18, 2018, 04:46:48 PM »
If Volker had previously thought that his reunion with Émilie on Christmas Eve had been a rollercoaster filled with emotions, he definitely did not see this day coming.

It was New Year’s Eve, and they were in Monte Carlo. The two former Papillonlisses had quickly planned this trip to celebrate their second engagement and the New Year, without telling either of their families. It was, in their opinion, a good opportunity for them to reconnect and, of course, to simply enjoy some time together before diving in wedding preparations and get everything else done until February, such as dealing with the fact that neither of their families approved of the other. However, that was to be dealt later on, literally in the next year.

As they were doing some sight-seeing in Monte Carlo, Volker had found himself asking Émilie if they could also visit the casino. In the end, he had no idea when in the future he would return to Monaco, if he would ever even return to the small principality, so the ice elemental decided to go with the flow and just have them visit everything this time round. Naturally, the casino was a must see. And even more evidentially, Volker soon enough found himself playing poker. He had previously played both in India and in the States, and had gotten quite good at it. Much to both Émilie's and his surprise, Volker was fabulously good, as he kept winning and winning.

After two hours filled with games, Volker decided to cash in his earnings. Much to his delight, he had won the delicious sum of €2500. After getting his money and carefully placing it in his jacket’s inner pocket, Volker went to search for his fiancée, who had left his side during poker, without him even realising it at that time. Much to his surprise, he had found not only that Émilie had joined a game of craps, but also that she was on a winning streak. Not only that, but if she rolled he right number, she would win a very large jackpot, something in the millions area.

Volker lost his breath momentarily, and only regained it when the formidable happened: Émilie won. His beautiful, perfect, most fabulous fiancée had won. She had won the largest amount of money he had ever set eyes on, and not only that, but she had also managed to win them a free suite, complimentary champagne and room service. Everything was so beautiful, it was as if they were in heaven. That day seemed to be absolutely perfect and the two seemed to be even more on the same wavelength than usual. They decided that while this way the best possible day, there was still a means to improve it.

With his winnings, the two had gone to get Émilie a nice wedding dress, and a decent suit for him, and went to the mayor’s office, to get married. Probably because it was Monte Carlo, or because it was New Year’s Eve, but they had been lucky enough to find the place open and had no hesitation in signing all the possible papers, far too many for Volker’s taste, and had gotten officially married just two hours away from the New Year. Just as all the legal procedures were done and they were good to go, Volker picked up Émilie, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, and ran out of the mayor’s edifice, then grabbing his wife by the waist and twirling around with her in the main plaza.

He pulled her close for a kiss, and after a bit, just below two minutes, Volker finally put Émilie down, thinking that perhaps he had gone a bit overboard. “So – ” He started, with a huge smile on his face, probably the happiest ever. “ – what should we do now, Madame Blauvelt?” It sounded so beautiful, more enchanting and delightful than any musical composition ever, Madame Blauvelt. His Émilie, always and forever.

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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #1 on: January 22, 2018, 02:34:02 AM »
Madame Blauvelt. She was, now and forever, Émilie Blauvelt. Thank goodness she had spent all those years doodling this exact phrase in the margins of her textbooks. She wouldn’t even need to practice her signature now, let alone the spelling of her new name. This kiss, plus all the ones to follow, would be kisses with her husband. It was all so unbelievable. The whole day had been unbelievable. To be with Volker at all, when this time last week she had been completely alone, was still mindblowing. Then they had gone to Monte Carlo (and she had learned where Monaco was) and it was just. so. shiny.

Poker was dreadfully boring, though, and it certainly wasn’t a spectator sport. Émilie had wandered away, not sure what she had been looking for, just needing something a little more exciting. A drink maybe, the toilet, fresh paint she could watch dry. She saw a group of people clearly having fun and she made her way over to them, finding herself another glass of champagne along the way. The game seemed easy enough: throw the dice and see what happens. The people would either be very happy or be much not.

People stayed very happy once Émilie got her hands on the dice. She didn’t know what she was doing at all, but everyone’s excitement was contagious. Volker showed up after a while and apparently his presence was all the good luck charm she needed. She rolled another winning roll (according to those around her anyway) and it only took a good three seconds of explanation for her to understand that it had been quite the winning roll. Some sort of year-end jackpot, she didn’t know the details. Nothing except that it was a lot of money, more zeros than she could comprehend. She was handed a receipt (which she had stored safely and securely in her bra) she could cash in at the end of their stay, which had just been upgraded to one of their nicest suites.

She didn’t hesitate at all when Volker suggested they move up their wedding date to today, only seconds away from suggesting that very same thing herself. Their luck carried on when they found an open shop with the perfect dress that was, quite honestly, even beyond what she could have hoped for. More luck when they caught someone in office to witness all their form signing. Even even more when she remembered the words she had wanted to say to Volker for years, words she had been saving for this very occasion.

And now? Now, she was Émilie Blauvelt. Volker and Émilie Blauvelt. The Blauvelts. She was so focused on her new name that she nearly missed that Volker had asked her a question. “I-- oh, um.” What were they supposed to do now? The honeymoon was something they would plan alongside the wedding, but they were already in Monte Carlo, already in that getaway destination. “Any idea we have after this won’t be nearly as wonderful.” Surely getting married was the highlight of the trip and anything else they would do would simply pale in comparison.

“What time is it?” It had been getting late, getting closer to midnight, and she was so ready to ring in the new year with her new husband. Maybe they could find a celebration to join. Surely they would be able to attend whatever party the casino was throwing considering that she was a casual millionaire now. Or, well, they were. Volker would need to help her out with handling all her money of course, as there was no way she would be able to cram that much cash into the shoebox she was currently using as her personal bank.

“Or,” she paused to kiss him again, not having to reach quite as far as usual thanks to the rather tall shoes she had insisted completed her bridal look. “We won room service. And bottle service.” And celebrating the start of a new year as a married couple would be so much more enjoyable in private.


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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #2 on: February 03, 2018, 05:27:54 PM »
Émilie was absolutely right. Anything they would do from now on, it would fade in comparison to them getting married. Volker took Émilie’s hand into his own, offering it a soft kiss as he bent down a bit, to be more at her level, and not cause her any inconvenience through his affectionate gesture. Upon her inquiry regarding the time, the ice elemental straightened his back, upon turning his gaze towards the antique clock of the main plaza. “We still have two more hours until midnight.” He commented, internally exploding with joy that they had two more hours until they would enter a new year, as nothing else but husband and wife.

It was something he had desired ever since he’d been sixteen in age, and finally having that wish come true felt liberating. Every inch of him was filled with unimaginable joy for, until the end of their days, he will be hers and she will be his. Forever and always.

Émilie pulled him into another kiss, which Volker responded to, much more zealously than first intended. Her words were also quite provocative, causing the German to offer quite a playful smile as he pulled away from the kiss. But then he actually remembered that they had yet to cash in Émilie’s winning ticket. “Oh.” Volker started, encouraging his lovely wife to follow him down the stairs to patch which led to the casino.

“We still need to cash in your prize.” He reminded her, offering his arm so he could help her down the stairs. Her heels were exquisite since they narrowed down their height difference, however Volker could only assume that whilst very beautiful, they were probably quite hard to walk in. Offering Émilie help with everything seemed like the most respectable thing to do. “We should enter the New Year not only as husband and wife – “ He continued, offering her a very teasing wink. “ – but also as one of the richest couples Europe has ever seen.”

That was going to be perfect, beyond he’s ever imagined, really. Volker was especially excited to start the new year in such a fashion, really believing that all the fabulous events which occurred to them within the past few hours will obviously reflect amazingly within the new year. If they were ending this year in such a manner, then the next one only had even more amazing surprises for them, he was sure of it.

As they were going down the stairs, Volker couldn’t help himself from looking at Émilie. The white wedding dress made her blue eyes be even more pronounced, even if they were enhanced by her professional make-up. Her lips were perfectly contoured, while her cheeks were elegantly blushed, not too much and yet not too little. Her skin was radiating and she seemed like a goddess amongst men. And she was his. Volker took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, as obviously, they had other things to attend to first. Yet, somehow, the ice elemental couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to make a mess out of her lipstick with his own lips. 

Reaching the end of the stairs, Volker cleared his throat, deciding to be a proper and responsible adult and handle everything business-related first. “So, do you have the receipt? I think you mentioned you put it in a very safe place.”

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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #3 on: February 03, 2018, 09:48:41 PM »
Two hours until midnight. That gave them two hours before they needed to be at a party to welcome in the new year, two hours to get properly acquainted as husband and wife. Émilie’s thoughts were wandering away and she certainly didn’t mind; she was fairly sure that Volker didn’t mind, either. His response to her kiss and her words were enough to reassure her that she was correct, and she couldn’t hold back a smirk as he smiled at her. “Oh?” she questioned, curious what he was up to, but following him without a second thought.

“Ooh, yes we do.” Émilie nodded as she took Volker’s offered arm, her hand holding the upper part of it and once more marveling at the firmness of his bicep, much more defined than she remembered it being before. Not that she had been disappointed before; Volker was perfectly perfect, but she would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t the tiniest bit more attracted to him these days. But she couldn’t let her mind wander when she was trying to walk, having to focus extra hard on not falling over as she descended the stairs, not at all used to walking in heels so incredibly high. They really did complete her outfit, but she was already looking forward to being back in their suite so she could get rid of them.

Her free hand was clutching tight to the train of her dress, holding it up and out of her way, freeing her of one more tripping hazard. She was having to focus on the ground in front of her as she walked down the stairs, upset she had to sacrifice those precious few minutes she could have spent staring at her husband’s face. She dropped her hand from Volker’s arm as the ground leveled out, letting go of the hem of her dress and using both hands to smooth down the fabric and ensure what needed to be behind her was and that she wouldn’t trip when she started walking again. “Yes, of course,” Émilie started, not looking up from her dress as she arranged it. “Very safe,” she looked up with a smirk and an arched eyebrow. “In my bra,” she stated matter-of-factly, stopping just short of asking him if he’d like to retrieve it for her as she was hit with the very sudden realization that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her wedding dress simply wasn’t a dress that worked with one, and she had ditched hers back in their suite when she had finished getting ready.

Hopefully that just meant that the receipt was in their suite, which would be so easy to find with a simple accio. But her eyes widened as she realized that had been the third time she had removed her bra since winning her jackpot. She had tried on the dress at the boutique, but even that wasn’t the first time. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, so spontaneous and romantic, to unhook it and remove it without needing to take off her blouse when they were in the elevator on the way up to their newly won suite, just after winning it. She didn’t remember seeing it then if it fluttered to the ground, but she also hadn’t felt it, and Volker certainly hadn’t mentioned anything about seeing it once they were behind closed doors with clothes coming off.

Merde.

“Volker,” Émilie started, impossibly calm and doing her best to not give anything away with her face (though she knew that he knew her every thought and emotion without her having to tell him). “We’re married now, so you’re not allowed to be mad at me, Liebling.” She almost winced at the overkill that was her using the German word, but she carried on, almost smiling, if only to calm herself down further. She stood in front of him and took his hands in her own, giving them a quick squeeze as she added, “I don’t know where the receipt is.”


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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #4 on: February 06, 2018, 01:05:34 PM »
Volker wasn’t really surprised by the fact that Émilie’s notion of a safe hiding place was her bra. He was a bit disturbed by the fact that she perhaps kept all of her precious belongings in such a manner, however that was a different discussion for another time. Right now they had to focus on what was most important, meaning claiming their prize and then enjoying the passing in the New Year in the a luxurious manner. Therefore, the German was quite eager to get everything solved as quickly as possible, the idea of getting himself the receipt from Émilie’s bra being a possibility. But no – as much as he could pass that gesture for flirty, Volker didn’t want his wife to think that he didn’t trust her.

However, Émilie seemed to have other plans. For some reason she wasn’t pulling out the receipt. Perhaps, it only hit him now, because they were in public. Volker then immediately looked around, to see if there was a more secluded spot in which they could tackle the problem – an empty telephone booth, a closed restaurant, a crowed bar which’s bathroom they could invade for a couple of moments.

But before he could even mention such a suggestion, Volker let out a soft “Hmm?” as Émilie called out his name. Her following words were not a good sign. Not only that her saying that he couldn’t get mad on her because they were married was a little troubling, but the very fact that she had called him liebling had suddenly turned on a red alarm in Volker’s mind. Why was she thinking he would be upset with her? Abruptly, the ice elemental was feeling panicked, particularly when she took his hands into her own, gently giving them a quick squeeze.

I don’t know where the receipt is.

Volker took a deep breath, trying as much as he could to not act in an impulsive manner. Despite the fact he absolutely adored her, the German was fully aware of some of Émilie’s flaws. For example, in the past, she had been sure she was pregnant simply because she thought babies were adorable. Certainly, right now, his darling wife must’ve been so thrilled by this entire day’s excitement that she had forgotten what she had said sixty seconds ago. It happened. It was normal. Especially for someone who’d gone through an emotional rollercoaster in the past twelve hours.

He squeezed back her hands quickly, before letting go and placing them on Émilie’s chest, gently cupping both her breasts, giving them a hasty squeeze. “You said it was here.” Volker said as calmly as possible, trying to reassure Émilie in a tender manner. “Dearest, you’re so excited about today, you’re a bit hazy. How about we go check together?” The ice elemental ended with a soft smile on his face, hoping that he was as gentle as possible and that she would remember quickly her previous words. 

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« Reply #5 on: February 06, 2018, 05:39:01 PM »
He wasn’t mad. Thank goodness. Émilie smiled and nodded one more time, driving the point home that she had no earthly idea where the receipt was. Volker wasn’t upset; clearly having her as a wife made some improvements on his temper. She had some not-so-fond memories of other occasions she had shared news with him: he had fainted when she told him she had told him she thought she was pregnant, had taken the news of her dropping out of Beauxbatons slightly better but he still managed to fall silent for a full five minutes.

So this was certainly a nice change.

Having his hands on her chest was just an added bonus to how well he had taken things. She glanced sideways to check that no one else was privy to this causal fondling. Finding no one, she instead turned her gaze down to Volker’s hands before bringing back up to his face. She had already forgotten what they were talking about, much too concerned with how he apparently couldn’t wait until they were back to their suite and figuring out the logistics of her dress and all the buttons and all the fabric and how she could best accomplish things.

But he spoke again, and it took her a couple seconds to register what they were talking about. The receipt. Her smile fell, and suddenly his hands felt very heavy on her breasts as she came to terms that they were no longer on the same page. “I did, yes, but--” she stopped to let Volker finish his thoughts. She didn’t roll her eyes, reminding herself that he was her husband and she needed to hear him out, even though she knew exactly what she was talking about. She was excited, yes, but he had afforded her a full two years to get a better handle on her emotions.

“You’re welcome to check but I’m not hazy,” Émilie restarted, reaching up to place her hands on top of his, which had yet to leave her chest. “It’s just that I’m not wearing a bra.” She couldn’t believe that he didn’t remember the few times she had already taken it off this evening, but that was something she could point out at another time.


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« Reply #6 on: February 06, 2018, 10:25:47 PM »
The moment Émilie said that she wasn’t wearing a bra, Volker’s hands fell instantly, his complexion suddenly paling. If it was possible to become even paler than he already was, it was actually happening. Volker’s jaw dropped slowly, his eyes focusing on Émilie’s. Suddenly, he remembered a succession of events: the adventure in the elevator, in their hotel room, the numerous wedding dresses changes.

That receipt could probably anywhere in Monte Carlo by now.

Thinking of the ridiculously large amount of money they have lost, Volker gasped, the noise that ended up coming out being more of a slight shriek. Millions, they were talking about millions. Air, he needed air. Bringing up both his hands, the ice elemental started fanning himself with both, as he took a few steps backwards, whilst concomitantly taking several deep breaths. He was out in an open space, with the sea and the port in his left, yet still Volker didn’t have any air to all.

He unbuttoned his suit’s jacket and took it off, throwing it on an empty bench nearby. Volker was still fanning himself, but it wasn’t enough – air, air, air, he needed air. Immediately, he took off his vest as well, remaining only in his shirt, the tie being considerably loosed as well. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and, as he continued fanning himself, Volker turned around on his heel to look at Émilie.

Liebling. They lost millions and she’d called him liebling. He didn’t know what to be upset by more – the fact that they lost a fortune people didn’t make in three lifetimes cumulated, or that his wife only used German when she wanted him not to get upset. But there were millions involved; realising that he lost the opportunity of never having to work again, of travelling the world, of buying themselves an actual castle.

Air, he was lacking air.

He wanted to say something, but all that managed to come out was another shriek, his voice breaking in the middle of it. A thin layer of frost could be seen forming around Volker’s neck and wrists, as he was so panicked, shocked, and utterly and completely devastated that he couldn’t even control his emotions anymore. “We’re talking about millions here, Émilie. Millions.” He said in between two deep breaths, his voice, with each word, becoming thinner and thinner. His hands ran through his hair, undoing his previously perfectly arranged ponytail; even that felt restraining now. Volker then bend down on his knees, feeling that he was losing all the power in his legs.

“A fortune.” Volker screeched again, covering his face with his hands, feeling the entire world was crashing down on him.

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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #7 on: February 07, 2018, 01:50:01 AM »
Aaaaaand there it was.

Volker’s hands left her and Émilie felt cold, colder than when he was touching her. It killed her to see Volker’s reaction, to know that she was the one that had caused it, and all because she couldn’t do something as simple as cling to a piece of paper. She stayed still as Volker backed away, her eyes wide as she waited for the inevitable unconsciousness, vaguely wondering if she knew how to conjure a pillow. Not that that mattered anyway, as she wasn’t currently holding her wand as this dress certainly didn’t have pockets (the answer was no, she couldn’t make one, by the way).

But he wasn’t fainting; she wasn’t sure if that was a better or worse option. Once he had turned his attentions back to her, however, she was sure it was for the worse. “Volker,” she started, quietly, not sure how best to apologize, cut off by another shriek from his mouth anyway. He was, quite clearly, upset about this whole thing. She didn’t understand it really, but she didn’t understand a lot of things. Émilie gazed down, still rooted to the same spot. It was a lot of money,  yes, but she hadn’t had any money before. She could go back to not having money now and she would be all the better for it.

After all, she had Volker, and Volker had her. Surely she was worth more than millions. Nevermind that they still had their suite, their room service, their time left in Monte Carlo that had been totally covered, with or without a receipt.

“I know, mon chou, I know.” She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t like when he wasn’t looking his best, couldn’t stand to watch him mess up his hair. Only she was allowed to do that for him. She glanced back up at her husband dropped to his knees, holding her tongue when she realized it might not be the best time to point out that he really should try not to ruin his trousers.

A fortune. “It had a lot of zeros, oui,” she said very quietly, somewhat hoping he was out of earshot. Émilie was back to not looking at him, finding it far easier than her other option. She wanted to comfort him, to join him on the ground and wrap her arms around him, but her dress and her shoes wouldn’t allow for it. There was also the small matter that the dress she was wearing was now the dress, and not a backup dress for their public wedding in February like they had thought when they had purchased it a few hours ago. Oops.

“I’m sorry,” she started again, loud enough to be heard, but still not aimed in his direction. “I didn’t do it on purpose.” She hugged herself, her hands rubbing warmth into her arms as she stood there.


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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #8 on: February 07, 2018, 07:34:14 PM »
It wasn’t Émilie’s fault, it was their fault. Both of them were equally responsible for the loss of the receipt and truth be told, while Volker was aware of the fact that there was a possibility they could accio it, he wasn’t sure if either of them could. He definitely couldn’t; during the past few years, the ice elemental even stopped carrying his wand around, because it was honestly more of a useless twig to him. Émilie was obviously better at casting spells than he was, however, Volker wasn’t sure if she could manage one over such a long range.

He was mad at himself – naturally, Volker had trusted Émilie with the safekeeping of the ticket, but honestly her bra wasn’t the safest place to hide anything. Not because Émilie wouldn’t guard it well, but because with him around, the former Paillonlisse definitely wouldn’t be wearing that piece of clothing for a long while. He gave himself two slaps, trying to wake up out of this daze. Volker was absolutely mad at his own person for always acting impulsively, especially when with Émilie, because they absolutely lost the chance of living a carefree life.

Plus, it would have been carefree in more ways than just one. Surely, if they returned to Paris all rich and fabulous, both of their families would have nothing against them marrying, as they would have been a successful couple in more than one way. He’d been counting on that; Volker loved Émilie with all his heart, however, it’d be a lie to say that it didn’t hurt him that both of their families were against them being together. It was always something that made him feeling the tiniest bit guilty when he realised that both of them had issues at home because of their relationship. It had been so in the past, and now, if they’d have had all that money, all of these problems of proper acceptance would’ve gone away, just like magic.

He sighed, getting up and straightening his back and he ran his hands through his hair, his ash blonde locks falling perfectly on his shoulders. Volker rolled up his sleeves, and then listened to Émilie’s words, catching her quiet comment. “A lot of zeros that could’ve saved us the trouble of ever working again.” He took a deep breath, calmly, yet somewhat bitterly, going on, as he continued rolling up his sleeves. “A lot of zeros that would have made us both look as fabulous as today, every day, all days, until we’d be... old.” Well, Émilie would be old, not him. Yet again, a different discussion for a different time.

“A lot of zeros that would’ve helped all our future kids.” Volker shrugged, as he finished rolling his sleeves and was now looking at the thin layer of ice which formed on his arms. “A lot of zeros which could’ve made both the Côtés and Blauvelts not even dare to comment on our relationship.” He sighed yet again, trying as much as he could not to squirm. “Enough of ‘a lot of zeros’ that we could’ve bought a huge palace of our own in Versailles.” Rest in pieces, Volker’s dream of becoming a modern Louis XIV, a contemporary Sun king.

“A lot of zeros that could’ve gotten me an army of penguins in Antarctica.” The dream. A house at the South Pole were he could play with penguins all day long. All gone with the wind.

“You’re sorry?” Volker finally raised his gaze towards Émilie, not really knowing how she could be so calm. Didn’t she realise what they both missed on? She could’ve gone at the Ministry and literally slap that Garnier with a bunch of money. “It’s not your fault my love, just that…” He shrugged yet again, this time much more dramatically, both of his hands in the air. “How can you be so calm?”

Volker took a deep breath, turning around on his heel to pick up his jacket and vest from the bench, before taking a seat on it himself. “Come here, Émilie. Sit next to me. Let’s think what we can do about this.” His voice cracked yet again at the end, Volker placing his right elbow on the bench’s armrest as he let his head rest on the palm of his hand. 

They could go around the shopping area again and have Émilie cast the accio spell. They could also have her do the same thing around the hotel, the casino, and every other place they’ve been. Volker sighed deeply yet again, commenting as Émilie stopped in front of him. “I just really thought I could deal with both our families so much easier this way.”

But now they were also married; how could he even face the Côtés like this? Taken away their daughter on a vacation after all these years, and getting married without a formal permission as well; it was going to be hell. Plus, it wasn’t as if they could hide this, right? They were officially married.

Volker was going to be murdered by Luc Côté.

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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #9 on: February 11, 2018, 12:20:10 AM »
Émilie chanced a glance at him upon hearing his next words: our future kids. That was one topic they never discussed, not since that one particular day in school. Leave it to Émilie to lead Volker to think of their children in incredibly distressing situations. He was sighing a lot, but she didn’t take that as an invitation to interject. Listening to Volker reason with himself in regards to something she did wasn’t new, per se, but she had thought she had at least matured a little bit in their time apart that he wouldn’t need to do this anymore.

He mentioned Versailles and she made the conscious decision to not express just how much she loved her own apartment and how she was avoiding thinking about having to tell Maddie that Volker would be living with them until they figured something else. She hadn’t considered that he might have made other plans, palace or otherwise. He only needed to be upset with her about one thing at a time. That was all she could handle. She especially didn’t comment on the penguins, knowing full well that she could never live in Antarctica, not even for Volker.

Okay, maybe for Volker.

She was still looking at him when he glanced up, nodding as he asked her if she was sorry. She really, truly was, but she would tell him over and over and over again if she needed to. He hadn’t seemed to mind when she had removed her bra, unintentionally losing the receipt in the process, but now didn’t seem like the time to remind him. He reassured her and she smiled the tiniest bit, eyebrows raised in slight suspicion that she wasn’t truly forgiven. But he hadn’t fainted, so maybe he really wasn’t as upset as she thought.

“Calm?” She didn’t know why she was calm. Maybe she didn’t need the money to have a happy life, not now that Volker was here, not now that she was married. Or maybe she had dealt with much bigger problems in the past, had already used all her tears and regrets when Volker had left her. But she wasn’t a deep thinker by any means, and she didn’t have an answer for him. “I don’t know,” she said, before adding another, “I’m sorry.”

She gathered up the trailing fabric of her dress as Volker called her to him, moving toward him almost automatically. She stopped in front of him, not wanting to sit on the bench; sitting sounded ideal, considering her shoes, but her dress was so incredibly white and she didn’t want to ruin it already. She had bargained for losing a few buttons in the process of undressing on her wedding night, but that was an enjoyable kind of ruined.

“Oh.” Their families. Émilie had learned long ago to not think about her family when she was with Volker, and this time around it was no different. She had thought about them while she was alone, of course, had removed her engagement ring the past week at work so word didn’t get back to her father or brother before she had a chance to figure out how to tell them. She thought she had more time. She certainly hadn’t thought about Volker’s family, had enjoyed the two years she hadn’t had to think about impressing a bunch of Germans that didn’t like her.

But they were married now. How could they avoid telling their families? Émilie was already used to using the name Blauvelt, even after so short a time; she didn’t want to wait before telling anyone else that this had happened, that she was a Blauvelt. She wanted everyone to know. But again, as usual, Volker was completely right. Dealing with their families would have been so much easier with all those zeros.

She took a sideways seat on Volker’s lap, wrapping one arm around his neck as she nodded reassuringly (or so she hoped). “We’ll figure something out, mon lapin.” She liked being eye level with him, thought it gave her words a bit more authority than she had at her usual height. “We don’t return to Paris for two more days. They don’t need to know before then.”


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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #10 on: February 23, 2018, 07:48:33 PM »
The mere image of Luc Côté gave this ice elemental the shivers. And it wasn’t the kind of coldness that Volker really enjoyed and couldn’t actually live without. As Émilie sat on his lap, Volker wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her as close as possible, now her warmth being even more enrapturing than ever. The thought of her father wanting to rip him piece by piece and then set him on fire wasn’t pleasing at all, and Volker’s only mistake was really just loving Luc’s daughter so much that he couldn’t live without her. Should he find out of their Monte Carlo adventures, along with their rapid wedding, Volker was sure the man would only hate him even more.

He let his forehead rest on his fabulous and gorgeous wife’s shoulder, realising that Émilie’s words have been blessed by Morgan le Faye herself. They don’t need to know before then. The German repeated Émilie’s reply in his mid, a cheeky smirk appearing on his face, as he pulled her even closer to him, so she wouldn’t see his reaction. The money didn’t matter, but his life and the new found stability of his relationship with Émilie did. It was just a matter of time, just as his beautiful wife stated, before their families found out. But that time in itself, the actual period of time, could be much longer. It could be so long, for example, that Luc didn’t have to find out about Monte Carlo until him and Émilie were already married for five years and had three children of their own.

But, realistically speaking, Luc Côté didn’t have to know about their Monte Carlo wedding before their already established wedding date in February. So, they could go back home after this trip, and continue acting as normal as always, as a couple in love planning their wedding, and not an actual married couple, just so Émilie there won’t be a widow at the fragile age of twenty-one. Volker being alive for himself was just a collateral factor in all of this, of course, along with the fact that Luc himself wouldn’t end up in Azkaban.

“Indeed my love, they don’t need to know before then.” Volker straightened his back, before looking Émilie in the eye and offering her a sweet, angelic smile. He had intended to fake it, however she was so beautiful and perfect, Volker simply couldn’t help but smiling when looking at her. However, his mission now was to get Émilie herself come up with the idea of them not telling anyone they got married until the official ceremony they scheduled for the fourteenth of February. And what better way to do so than bringing up his mother into discussion?

“But I’m still so excited.” He brought her even closer, their noses touching just ever so slightly. “I mean – “ Volker paused for a second, deciding that he was actually really just telling the truth, however in a way he was sure Émilie wouldn’t like it. “ – my mother and Anke will want to visit us immediately after they hear the news. And of course, Leonie – “ his beautiful mother, that precious gem of a woman whom he could bring up in this situation to save himself from Luc “ – will definitely stay with us for a few weeks, until we get settled in our new place. Ah, it will be absolutely lovely to have her around.” The last bit was added a tiny bit sarcastically, hoping Émilie would catch the hint.

However, the ice elemental decided to emphasise also on the fact that they wouldn’t be alone. He signed, disappointed. “Of course though, that will mean we can’t… you know… do our favourite activity at all for a few weeks.” Volker then gently retrieved one of his hands, to gently touch Émilie’s left collarbone area. Such a perfect place to leave a mark. Anyway, focus. “Which will be so sad. So, so, so sad.” He drew closer to his dearest, so close they could kiss, yet he did not initiate it. In the end, Émilie herself had to fall in this trap for his plan to work. She had to be the one to initiate it. 


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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #11 on: February 25, 2018, 03:09:33 AM »
Émilie loved that he pulled her closer, even after they were already so close. She stroked the hair just behind Volker’s ear, resting her cheek on his head as he rested on her shoulder. She was happy that she was able to help him calm down with her words, figuring that now it might be easy to distract him from being mad at her any longer. She was already on his lap, after all, and they were on the darker side of the deserted plaza. But before she had a chance to initiate anything, to help him forget that receipt altogether, Volker had pulled back. Émilie straightened up as he did so, returning the smile with ease.

She nodded as he agreed with her, adding a bit of excitement to her movements as he mentioned his own excitement. Biting her bottom lip, Émilie grinned as their noses met, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. She was about to tell him how excited she was, too, but then he spoke again. About his mother. Émilie’s smile left her face and she pulled back a bit to take a proper look at her husband’s face, to make sure that his lips were matching up with the words that were coming out of his mouth.

He sounded so excited at the prospect of his mother staying with them for weeks. She could barely stand two seconds in the presence of Frau Blauvelt, much less weeks. “I,” she started, not sure how to phrase this ‘no’ in an elegant way that wouldn’t get her into any more trouble than the lost millions had. Thankfully, he was speaking again, giving her a few more seconds to gather her thoughts. Of course, that was assuming her mind didn’t go blank when he casually mentioned all the alone time they wouldn’t be having for weeks, which it most certainly did.

Émilie straightened up, moving her hands to Volker’s shoulders so she could look at him squarely. She always melted at his touch, and it was no different when he brushed her collarbone with his fingertips. “So sad,” she agreed, almost breathlessly, letting herself get thoroughly distracted by how close they were. But no, she didn’t like when he talked about his mother and kissed her in the same thought. She pulled back, though she was still firmly planted on his lap, her hands on either side of his face after she tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“What if,” she started, wanting him to think that she would only be suggesting this out of lack of sex rather than anything to do with his mother. “What if we just don’t tell them? Our families, I mean.” She traced his jawline with her fingers before moving south and holding on lightly to the lapels of his jacket. “It’s not that I don’t want them to know, of course, it’s just…” she trailed off, dropping her gaze from his eyes to his lips and back up again. “We’ve only had a week for ourselves and now we’re married and we should be allowed to enjoy that, I think.” She nodded slowly, making sure that he was following along with her train of thought, even though he was usually one step ahead of her.

“We could still get married in February. No one has to know that’s for the second time.” She smirked, pleased with how she had proposed her idea. Of course, it would kill her to have to take off her wedding ring, refrain from calling herself a Blauvelt, and not tell the world that she was officially the luckiest woman in the world, but it was a worthy sacrifice to buy herself some alone time with Volker. “A secret marriage is sort of… sexy,” she added with another smirk, not used to being so forward with him yet again, but certainly not minding the feeling.


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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #12 on: March 07, 2018, 06:37:39 PM »
The fact that Émilie’s smile had faded almost instantly as Volker mentioned his mother meant only one thing: his plan was working. In the past, the topic of Leonie never was Émilie’s favourite and it seemed that despite the fact that quite some time had passed by, his mother still wasn’t a successful topic with her. Just like the subject of Luc definitely wasn’t Volker’s favourite at the moment. They had just reunited and, truth be told, as much as the ice elemental did love his own family, he didn’t want all the complications yet – it was absolutely better for them just to act like the excited engaged couple until their formal wedding date.

The German didn’t fail to notice that his wife was paying a lot of attention to him, almost as if she was making sure that the words he was saying were the ones that also she was hearing. He kept his cool, trying as much as he could not to let Émilie realise that he was saying everything on purpose, to let her voice the idea first. While diplomatic, Volker did hate lying – however, in this situation, it was probably for the best for the French to come up with the idea, even it was the result of him manipulating her. In the end, it was for the best, and Volker was sure that deep down, Émilie did agree with him.

Her reaction though was beyond his imagination. It was much better, definitely above all of his expectations. Émilie just let out a soft ‘je’ and went blank for a few moments, gathering her thoughts. Volker allowed her to do so, with the same angelic smile on his face, quite eager to see the outcome of his words. Eventually, she straightened her back, gesture with distracted Volker, as every movement of Émilie’s was filled with grace, elegance, and a certain charm that was always simply magnetic. By the time she agreed with him, Volker wasn’t even paying attention to what Émilie was even saying.

After gently tucking a strand of his hair before his ear, she placed her hands on the sides of his face, the mere touch making Volker feel like he was melting. In a good way, obviously; very good way. The ice elemental widened his eyes with interest as Émilie started talking, as her fingers started slowly moving downwards, and as they traced his jawline, Volker felt as if he couldn’t breathe, as if everything stopped making any kind of sense. Everything but Émilie. Her hands ended up on his jacket’s lapels, and Volker’s eyes met hers instantly.

Oh, girl, you’re the devil. Volker instantly thought, as a playful smile appeared on his face. While he had indeed expected Émilie to come up with the idea of hiding everything from their parents, Volker definitely did not even think of the fact that Émilie there would try to seduce him into not having his mother visit them. She was evil, she was sexy, and she was absolutely perfect. His wife was simply the best to have ever existed.

“Oh…” He let out softly, being more surprised of Émilie’s capacity of captivating him rather than the actual proposition. “Well, I guess it would be best if they don’t find out we deprived them of the joy of a good wedding.” Volker nodded, adding more to her explanations. “I mean… it would truly be a loss for this world not to openly see us as a bride and groom in all of our fabulousness.” He returned the smirk, pleased with how everything had worked according to his plan, and especially thrilled by how Émilie approached the matter.

“Well, everything you do is sexy so…” Volker toyed with one of Émilie’s more rebellious hair strands, which managed to get out of her perfectly arranged hair, most likely due to the soft breeze. She was perfect in each and every way, and Volker couldn’t help himself from drawing closer, to place a light kiss on her right cheek. “Madame Émilie Blauvelt.” He whispered in her right ear, before drawing back, his hands mimicking her earlier gesture, being placed on either side of her face. “That title itself is worth even more than millions to me.” 

His eyes fell on her lips, but Volker didn’t kiss her yet, as he wanted Émilie to be the one with all the remarkable initiatives until the end that night. 
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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #13 on: March 07, 2018, 09:39:30 PM »
It worked. Émilie couldn’t believe she had doubted herself at all once Volker started agreeing with her. She nodded along, doing her best to keep her obvious excitement to a minimum. He didn’t need to know that she was pleased at the prospect of his mother not visiting. She was completely honest with him, of course, but the matter of the mother-in-law was a grey area, or something. It didn’t matter. The important thing was, they were married. And they were going to be married again. All the feelings of this day were going to be replicated and the fact that she had somehow seduced him into agreeing didn’t tarnish it at all.

She was going to spend the rest of her life with this man.

Émilie giggled, breaking her attempt to be some sort of sexual goddess. The kiss on her cheek was light and the breath in her ear was warm and the words spoken sent shivers down her spine. Madame Émilie Blauvelt. She had said them so many times before, but this had to be the best one yet. She didn’t think she could possibly be more attracted to Volker -- her Volker -- but he had managed to find the way to prove her wrong.

She smiled wide, willing her happy tears to stay back. His hands on her cheeks and the reassurance that all he needed in the world was her as his wife was more than enough motivation to close what little space there was between them. Hands still on his lapels, she pulled him to her and kissed him again, a kiss that somehow combined being completely in love, happily married, and yet still looking forward to their wedding.

They had the rest of their lives, yes, but they were married now. She pulled back the tiniest bit, her breath heavy and a bit constricted in her dress. She needed to get out of it, and considering how many buttons there were, she would be needing some help. “We need to get back to our suite, my sweet.” She stood up, reluctant to leave her place on his lap, quickly entwining her fingers in his, anxious to lead the way back.

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Re: [monte carlo] lay all your love on me {émilie}
« Reply #14 on: March 19, 2018, 02:55:47 PM »
Everything was going according to plan – Émilie soon pulled him by the lapels of his jacket and initiated a kiss, much more emotional and passionate than Volker would have expected. True, he had been acting in a way which would purposely drive Émilie into such a state, however, Volker wasn’t completely sure it would work. But, on the other hand, it was their wedding night – the first of their wedding nights, now that he thought of it.

The idea of this happening twice was even more exciting now that he was thinking of it. They would be married not only once, but twice, making it much more special than other couples’ weddings. True, nobody would be aware of it but them, but that would make it even more special. Only the two of them knew how much they meant to each other, so much, that they would marry twice. He deepened the kiss, pulling Émilie closer than before.

Volker let out a disappointed moan as his wife put an end to their kiss and pulled away from him. Just when things were getting good, too. Before he could properly say anything though, Émilie stood up, and as she entwined her fingers with his own, her reply caused Volker to let out a soft laughter. “My sweet.” He repeated after her, in a similarly warm tone, getting up as he ran his fingers through his hair, and allowing her to lead the way back to their suite.

Their wedding night was just beginning.

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