summer {cosette}

[maks]

Maks walked at an almost lazy pace through the network of tunnels, able to avoid the intense summer sun by being underground. Though nowhere near the extremes back in the UK, the heatwave had still managed to touch as far as Moscow, though it was only a few degrees hotter than normal. He held a paper bag of potion ingredients in one hand, in the other a bouquet of flowers. Maks had picked them by feel and aroma alone, silky orchids, snapdragons, and poppies, though he hoped they were a visually pleasing as they were to the nose and hands.

As it was summer, Maks had left the castle to resume his own private potions research, again aiming to alleviate vampiric photo-sensitivity. He had had another long year to look for new ingredients, study their properties, and the time was ripe to try again. Pacing into the main chamber, and no longer needing to double over to hit hit head, Maks made his way to the door of where he and Cosette had been staying. It opened at his touch, and immediately he could smell her again. Her scent wasn't quite so intoxicating as it was when she was human, though it still remained lovely, enough so to put that of the flowers in his hand to shame.

Nevertheless, Maks put his bag on the table, before heading to the kitchen to retrieve a vase for the brightly-coloured blooms. After filling it with water he unwrapped the flowers and placed them gingerly inside before taking it to the table. Maks began humming lightly to himself, to the tune of something by Chopin, as he began taking the potions supply from the bag, separating the herbs from the animal components, he would jar and label them later...

[wicked]

Cosette was in the bath, relaxing. After months away from Maks, it was finally time to spend some time with him. The very idea made her giddy. Sighing deeply and closing her eyes, she hummed lightly, smiling. There was something about her new life that made her happier than she had ever been. Her thirst, while not completely under control, was significantly improved with all of her work with the Russian coven. Cosette had been accepted in their ranks, and it made her proud. She'd made leaps and bounds in gaining control over her body, and now she could spend her life with the man she loved.

Opening her eyes, she stood, water dripping from her skin, and she stepped out of the bath. Taking her time, Cosette dried herself off with a plush white towel, then wrapped herself in a silky black robe. She used a spell to dry her hair, the black curls cascading over her shoulders. Pursing her lips, she looked at her nails. Cosette had spent the little while before she'd climbed into the bath meticulously painting each nail with a ruby-red color. Running a manicured hand through her hair, she slipped her feet into a pair of slippers and made her way to the foyer.

Immediately, the familiar smell of her Maks wafted through the hall. Resisting the urge to rush forward, she made her way towards the kitchen. Leaning against the door frame, she watched as her love carefully placed a vase of exquisite flowers on the table in a sparkling crystal vase. "Hello, my love," she cooed, smiling softly. Maks was carefully separating ingrediants into jars. He was wonderful, and watching him work made Cosette incredibly happy. She walked forward, lightly wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and sweetly kissing the back of his neck. "I've missed you," Cosette purred, desire boiling up inside of her. Finally, she had Maks. That's all she could ever ask for.

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[maks]

Maks continued carrying the Chopin tune with his humming, running his fingers over a sprig of a plant, attempting to identify it. The task was getting a bit difficult owing to all the smells in the rather small room, particularly with some of them being quite a bit more fragrant than other pieces. He ran his fingers over the rough-textured plant, sighing quietly before bringing it right beneath his nose. Wolfsbane. He prodded it gently into a jar, and with a tap of his wand it was appropriately labeled in braille. He smiled lightly to himself as he heard Cosette's footsteps pad down the stairs.

In an instant, she had closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his core. Smile turning into something more akin to a smirk, Maks laid down the Horklump spikes before turning in his love's arms, placing his hands at her shoulders, lightly rubbing them, the slippery silk of her robe cool beneath his fingers. As if sensing that he had returned, Maks heard his feline slink down the stairs, pawing to the eat-in kitchen, and then began to wind between his legs, purring. Maks paid her no mind at the moment, instead he hooked his finger beneath Cosette's chin, lightly directing her head upward so he could place a kiss against her lips.

He pulled away after a moment, but kept his hand beneath her chin. "It has been too long, my sweet," said Maks. There wasn't danger anymore, Cosette was no longer a student. Granted, she hadn't been present the second half of her seventh year, though his love was a bright witch, she could more than manage without it. They were getting closer to the point where they may not need to hide their affections anymore.

[wicked]

Cosette smiled softly, hearing the light padding of Maks' cat across the carpet. The pair had become fairly close in recent times, and Cosette had become quite fond of the feline. The young female cat had become akin to her own child, and Cosette adored the thing. Before Cosette could bend down to pet her, Maks had tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers. Her heart soared and she smiled beneath his lips, not realizing just how badly she had missed her love's affections. Now, they didn't have to hide. They could be together for hundreds of years, and Cosette couldn't be happier.

"It has been too long, my sweet."

Cosette nodded, opening her eyes and reaching up to caress Maks' smooth face. "It has," she replied. A sharp pain of desire coursed through her, and she flinched slightly. She still wasn't used to the strong impulses, even though she was good at controlling herself. Cosette hadn't been aware that, alongside intense thirst, lust was something that was difficult to control. Vampires were passionate creatures of the night, but she hadn't been prepared for such a strong rush of desire, constantly.

Still, she couldn't complain. Especially when her lover was someone as elegant and appealing as her Maks. Purring slightly, she closed the distance between them, nuzzling against his neck and lightly trailing kisses along his smooth skin. Before she could get too carried away, however, she felt the white cat press up against her legs fervently. Cosette laughed, detaching herself Maks to kneel down, lovingly petting the feline. "Yes, yes, sweetheart, I hear you," she cooed in Russian. She'd been practicing and taking lessons from the other vampires in their coven, and she had gotten quite good. She'd also taken up learning the piano and violin. Given the lack of rest she needed, Cosette was quickly becoming incredibly skilled in all three talents.

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[maks]

Maks smiled lightly as Cosette placed her hand against his cheek, no longer was there such a stark contrast between his coolness and human warmth, and as cliché as it sounded, it was an absolute blessing to have her be like him now. Nothing could stop them, he didn't have to restrain himself immensely to avoid breaking her beneath his hands. She was like him now. Maks could feel her flinch through just the hand on his face, and he instinctively placed a reassuring hand at her waist, lightly rubbing her side with his thumb. He'd been very patient with her, Maks knew what it was like, to have to learn to control his impulses, learn his own strength.

He inaudibly sighed in disappointment as she lightly pulled away from him to dote on Anastasiya. Though it did bring him happiness to see them get along so well, before Cosette, the albino feline had been his sole companion, the both of them outcast, unwanted. Maks had gotten her as a kitten three years ago, she had been the last of the litter left in the shop, nobody had wanted the pure white cat with the red eyes.

However, Maks smiled again as he heard Cosette croon to the feline in Russian. It thrilled him that she was making great strides in learning his language, the sounds might not roll off her tongue the way it might of a native speaker, but Russian was a whole new world that he could share with her. "Impatient, demanding thing, Anastasiya," said Maks in his native tongue, lightly shaking his head. The cat mewed, quietly, though almost indignantly, as if she had understood what he was saying.

[wicked]

Cosette smiled as she felt Maks lean down next to her, chastising the feline in Russian. The language was so much more beautiful falling from his lips. Cosette resisted the urge to frown, knowing that the beauty of the language from her tongue would only come with time and practice, and even then she wouldn't be able to speak as well as he did. She simply wasn't a native Russian. Still, it felt more like home to her than much else, given the extensive amount of time she'd immersed herself in the heritage of the place.

Cosette stood alongside Maks, folding herself into his arms. "She's been exceptionally finicky lately," she said, laughing a bit. Anastasiya, now being ignored by her vampire companions, turned and waltzed into the kitchen to eat. Cosette rolled her eyes and turned towards her lover, lightly bringing her lips to his. "Now, are you nearly finished with all of that?" she asked, smirking slightly as she continued to kiss him periodically. He needed to finish, it was true, but Cosette couldn't help herself. She wanted her lover's skin against hers, and she didn't want to be kept waiting much longer.

It was agonizing, not having access to her Maks for months on end. It would only get worse once he had to return to the school. She didn't know how much more she could stand to be away from him. If Cosette had thought that her urges had been amplified when he was gone, they had only gotten worse now that he was back with her. For a woman who had hundreds of years to love a handsome man, she was rather impatient. Cosette lightly kissed Maks' neck, hoping to distract him.

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[maks]

Maks instinctively wrapped his arms around Cosette, keeping her close. He had become an expert at keeping control over his impulses, twelve years had been more than enough time to get near complete mastery, though now his urges were a bit more insistent. They really shouldn't spend so much time apart, it was cruel now that they were able to be together without his reputation and career on the line for them to not be together. Though he supposed that he really was not in any position to complain, not very many places would willingly hire a vampire, and be so accommodating to his needs, not just for his species, but also his blindness.

And he did honestly enjoy teaching, sure, there were a good number of uncultured, irritatingly thick students, in fact they outnumbered the bright ones, but those who were attentive in his class and made the genuine effort to learn made tolerating the idiots worth it. And Maks had promised Persephone he would stay for at least three terms, though he couldn't deny, as rewarding as his post was, the idea of traveling the world by night with Cosette was immensely appealing. They could go to wine tastings in French and Italian vineyards, dance on Argentine sands, and hunt exotic game on the African savannas.

Though Maks told himself to be patient, they had hundreds of years, they needn't be in any hurry. "I believe I may have spoiled her too much," said Maks, smirking a bit, sure that both of them doted on Anastasiya more than they ought to. He attempted to return to sorting his components, though he could feel Cosette's desire, it was sparking his own, which was further fueled when her lips found his neck. "You, my sweet, are quite the distraction," Maks said in Russian, slowly and carefully articulating his sounds as he knew Cosette was still learning. He returned her gesture, placing his own lips against her neck, tugging her close to him.

[wicked]

Cosette continued to lightly nip at Maks' neck, smirking at the effect she was having on him. He was obviously distracted, and it made her proud, knowing that she could be so appealing to a man as amazing as he was. He said something about doting on Anastasiya, but she wasn't paying any attention. There was only one thing on her mind now that Maks was back, and she wasn't about to let it slip from her grasp. She'd waited long enough for pleasures of the flesh, and now that her partner was with her, she could indulge herself.

Cosette still was getting used to everything. It was incredibly difficult, but she was getting there. Her desires had lessened slightly, but they weren't perfect. Now that Maks was back, she didn't think that she'd be able to control herself much longer. There was a comfortable bed upstairs... or, at least, a floor underneath their feet, if Maks were to give in just as fast as she was. He was a bit more controlled when it came to the carnal desires that came with both humanity and vampirism, but they had been away from each other for quite a long time...

"You, my sweet, are quite the distraction."

Cosette paused long enough to interpret his speech. Some of the more complicated words were a challenge, but she quickly got the gist of what he was saying. "I can't help myself, Maks,"

[/I] she murmured softly in Russian as his lips pressed against her neck, arms tightening around her waist. Cosette squirmed slightly under his touch, sighing softly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into his body, reveling in the touch that she had been separated from for far too long.

"Are you sure you don't want to finish your work first? Cosette whispered after a while, opening her eyes and reaching to tilt Maks' chin up, lightly brushing her lips against his. Even though she wanted to distract him from his business, she still respected his work enough to wait for an indefinite amount of time. The mere thought made her impatient, but she would control herself if she had to.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[maks]

Maks couldn't help but smile to himself as he attempted to return to his work, sorting and labeling ingredients, though he couldn't really focus on it. If it hadn't been so long since they had been together in that particular way, he wouldn't have a problem. Though as it was, it had been months, and while he may be in his early thirties in mind, physically, he was twenty-one years old, and still had the sexual drive to match, and when coupled with his being a vampire... It got to be a little overwhelming, particularly now, with her intoxicating scent encircling him, her touch seeming setting his skin aflame.

No longer bothering with his potion components, he kept close to Cosette, his hands at the small of her back, no longer enjoying the texture of the silk robe, he'd rather be able to run his hands over her bare skin, far more luxurious than the lightweight, expensive fabric that covered her. Maks couldn't help the smile as she replied in Russian, her pronunciation was getting much better, and it brought him a great deal of comfort to be able to use his first language with her. His English was getting better all the time, though it was still a hassle.

Needing to plan his sentence in Russian, translate it in his head to English, and then speak it- plus needing to do the process in reverse in order to have an actual conversation, a sigh of pleasure passed his lips as Cosette again placed her lips against his neck. "I never said you should restrain yourself," said Maks with a smirk, his hands wandering to find the sash of her robe, and impatiently untying the knot, slipping his hands beneath the material, sliding them along that wonderful skin of her waist, to the small of her back...

"It will still be there later," said Maks, having not needed all that much persuading to abandon his work for the promise of sex. Her lips lightly brushing against his was enough to drive him mad, he closed the gap, kissing her hungrily before taking her up into his arms and carrying her up the stairs to the bedroom.

[wicked]

Cosette smirked slightly to herself as Maks attempted, half-heartedly, to get back to his work. She knew it wouldn't last, she knew Maks better than that. If he went back to work while she was teasing him, their relationship wasn't as strong as she originally thought. Still, as predicted, Maks turned, putting his work aside as his hands roamed over her. Cosette smirked at him as he felt her fervently, face ridden with lust. Even though she loved him for his intelligence and unique, sophisticated stature, she loved him for his sex drive just as much. It was simply an added bonus.

"I never said you should restrain yourself."

Cosette allowed a surprised sigh to part her lips as his hands expertly found the knot in the sash of her robe, lightly pushing it off of her shoulders. She stood before him, naked and vulnerable, and she felt alive. His hands running along her bare skin made her shiver with pleasure. Cosette was happy about her vampirism. Getting there had been rough and she had nearly lost her life in the process, but she was born to be a creature of the night. Cosette vaguely remembered things from her human life, but sex and memories of Maks were as clear as day. However, sex then couldn't possibly compare to sex now.

"It will still be here later."

Cosette smirked as his lips crashed into hers carelessly. She kissed him back as he swept her into his arms, and she began kissing and nipping at Maks' neck. "That is, of course, if I let you leave the bed,"

[/I] she purred in between affectionate, yet rough kisses, mumbling and moaning against his skin in Russian. "I don't think I want you away from me, my pet."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[maks]

Maks felt his arousal and his need for Cosette coursing through him as blood once had, his metaphoric heart thrumming though his actual one had beat its last twelve years ago. Needing only to listen to the sounds of his footsteps on the stairs to direct him to the bedroom, where he deposited Cosette on the bed, hastily pulling his shirt over his head, not having the patience for the buttons, not when there was something that he desired so immensely, that he had gone for so long without... His drive soared even more at her words, not just what she had said, but how she had said it.

That sensuous purr, it positively oozed sex appeal. Maks joined Cosette on the bed, shedding his clothing and allowing his hands to wander, feel that wonderful skin. It was positively addictive, the way she felt to him, no other person was quite the same, the only one that ever came close was the vampire that had lured him to bed when he was a young man of twenty-one. Even then, however, Cosette surpassed her by a landslide. She truly was perfect. Maks' need was growing, he could hardly restrain himself, if he were to wait a moment longer he might go insane...

-some time later-

Maks kept Cosette close to him, enveloped in his arms, his work long since forgotten, though a strong urge, for the time being, satisfied. Though he was not spent, no matter how fulfilling the experience, it took a lot more than that to tire a vampire. His mind and body were still humming, though he was content to lie here for now. Maks lightly kissed up her shoulder until he reached the spot where her neck joined her body, and he rested his forehead there lightly, a smile on his lips.

[wicked]

Cosette's body was buzzing from the adrenaline of that last session. She felt Maks nuzzling against her skin and she felt like purring. As his head found the perfect resting place, Cosette smiled softly, turning and moving. She muttered an apology and lightly kissed him, gently nuzzling his nose with hers. Sex was fantastic, but it was so much better now. She never got tired, she never needed to stop. A romp like that just left her wanting more. She lightly kissed Maks, knowing full well that he should get back to his work, but knowing full well that neither of them wanted that.

"My sweet, sweet Maks,"

[/I] she murmured between kisses in Russian. The language was getting easier and easier to speak, and she knew that Maks appreciated conversation in his native tongue. She continued to lightly kiss him. "I hope you know that I wasn't joking... you aren't leaving easily,"[/I] she purred, pressing herself against him. Even if she didn't get anything else in the ways of sex from him, Cosette loved being able to distract him. It made her feel that much more loved and beautiful, knowing that Maks would rather spend time with her than with his work...[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[maks]

Maks frowned in a playful sort of way as Cosette turned in his arms, just when he had found the best nesting place for his head, though he was more than content with the close proximity, their noses touching as they exchanged soft kisses, never fully allowing the heat of the moment to die. It was in this lull in their, activity if you will, that Maks pondered what it might be like to see. He did this only on the very rare occasion, as he had been born without sight, so it wasn't something that he missed, as he had never experienced it before, though at infrequent times, he became curious.

What would Cosette's eyes look like, or the features of her face? He could feel the soft, though mussed texture of the sheets beneath him, but what did they look like? Maks knew they were blue, but having never seen anything before, he didn't know what blue looked like. "My darling Cosette," Maks echoed back, his hand sliding over her shoulder, coming to a rest at the back of her neck, fingers sliding lightly into her silky tresses. "I didn't doubt that," said Maks, smiling a bit, greatly appreciating her use of Russian, it was nice to not have to think so much when speaking.