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"You needn't bring out the fake mistletoe for that," she says, a wry grin tugging at the side of her lips as she kisses him properly, her fingers curling round the lapels of his trenchcoat, pulling him as close as she can muster.

"Happy Christmas, Sean," she continues. Silently, she adds, my love, my life, my protector.

Edited 2013-12-25 06:48 (UTC)

"Fake mistletoe," Sean says with a smile, "Vienna doesn't do fake anything at Christmas time." He presses their lips together and smiles. "Merry Christmas ma belle, would you like your present now?"

[Louise smirks through their kiss, reflecting upon how happy, grateful she was.]

"Sean, you shouldn't have...," she begins.

"But I did," he says smiling, "do you want the present?"

"Of course--," she begins to stammer. "Yes," she finally says, her eager eyes sparkling.

He offers her a jewelry box in which there is a golden heart with her initials engraved on it. "Merry Christmas love."

[Her eyes widen upon opening the tiny box, and upon seeing the delicate pendant, they fill up with tears. No one, save for her mother and late father---and no MAN, at least--had ever given her anything so precious, or indeed, loved her. Her heart was beginning to turn slightly as she seriously considered pondering a future with Sean Renard. The future wasn't something she'd looked forward to, nor thought could be filled with the normal joys of normal people. Renard had taken her preconceived notions and had turned them upside down.]

"It....it's gorgeous," she murmurs softly, incredulously, looking at him through eyes veiled by tears.

He smiles warmly and reaches over to wipe away tears from her face. "I'm glad you love it," he says, "I saw it and just thought of you."

"You'll forgive me, Sean....," she begins, shaking her head, trying to make light. "....No one's ever...seen something and...thought of me." She crawls into his arms whilst standing, her hands moving underneath his blazer, resting upon his back, her cheek nestling against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat comforted her, his chest gently rising and falling.

He holds her tight enjoying quiet moment. They haven;'t had many of them in recent weeks. "I'm so glad I bought it then.....you have been so special to me I wanted to show you how much."

[She holds him close to her even further, savouring the moment just as he was. It was fact; they'd not shared many quiet moments in recent memory. And, to be sure, there wouldn't be many more any time soon.]

"I've....never been special to anyone, save my parents. You've no idea how much this means to me, Sean," she breathes, closing her eyes and drinking in his scent.

"I'm beginning to get a clue," he jokes with a warm smile.

[She takes the delicate pendant out of its box and hands it to him, sweeping up her hair.]

"Put it on me," she says softly.

Sean unclasps the necklace and loops it around Louise's neck his hand resting against her neck. "Beautiful."

[She walked over to the mirror, admiring the necklace, casting a smile at him over her shoulder.]

"It is, indeed."

He walks over to her and rests his chin on her shoulder. "Just as beautiful as you." he purrs.