Call placed to Nadia

Gillian · English Actress

Call placed to Nadia

Nadia DueVexe · Striped Devil

Naked tattooed legs were pressed against the cherry wood of the large cello that rested between them. Long dark lashes drifted against her cheeks..Nadia was lost...She was far from this world...Far from the smoke filled room..On that plane where only she and Lucien existed in their arts. His paintings brought to life by her music within their world..

So far gone she didn't hear her cell phone going off on the beside across the room.And the chances of her missing it completely could of happened if not for the banging against the wall and the muffled yells to shut up or quite down.Only then did she hear the alert that she had a voice mail. Standing she would rest the cello against the wall and moved over to the bed..Hues the color of the midnight sky moved over Lucien who was still entranced in his art.

The voice of Gillian had Nadia smiling as she listened to the message...Hanging up she would return the call.

"Gilly Bean...My beautiful flower.Yes..Lucien is home. I ment to tell you sooner..But I was being greedy with him. Yes we would love to have dinner with everyone..What should I bring? When should we be there, Or should we eat some where fancy? You tell me sister. I love you. We should go shopping for the new house soon."

Hanging up she would smile and make her way over to her mate. Her beautiful moon prince.Kneeling beside him she would press her cheek against his lap.The large beast within rolling in its other half's scent and power.

"Gillian and Adam want us to join them for dinner. I told them when ever they want us there..We would go."

Lucien · Stripped Demon

Lucien was entirely at the mercy of the canvas. Accompanied by the notes lovingly played by his mates chello his mind was in a focused zone where only his art and her music could exist. A completely free form place of creation, it was just how he imagined it must have been when God was creating the universe. Pregnant with mystery, not really knowing what each stroke would become, and then watching it unfold before his eyes like a miracle. Even when her music stopped he could hear her playing like a phantom in his lost mind. Such beautiful and beloved music. It wasn't until after she had called Gillian back, when she came over and knelt at his feet, her head coming to rest against his naked lap, that he began to sink back into the reality of the moment.

A hand was lowered so that he could softly brush through her hair as his violet eyes went from that hazy half awake stare to focus in on her beautiful face. As he brushed his fingers through her dark hair, and his eyes caressed the memorized details of her face he smiled softly. Lucien doubted that ever, in the history of the world, there had been anyone who could love someone as much as he loved this woman. Of course he had no way of knowing that for sure, but reality wasn't important. He loved her with all his heart and soul, and as he looked at her he saw a kinder gentler world in her eyes and loved her for it.

"You are my world Nadia DeuVexe."

That had nothing to do with what she was saying, but he spoke the words because they lay heavy on his mind. Finally though he forced himself to concentrate not on his art, or her beauty, but on what she was trying to convey to him in her words. Nodding his head those lank black locks fell into his face.

"Yes, of course. I'd love to see Gillian again. We'll go whenever they want us. And.....we should find out when we can move in as well. Maybe you should call Mary Jane."