Under the lights of Paris

It felt nice to have her spindly fingers threading through his hair. It felt very nice indeed. Eli closed his eyes and moved into her touch. He smiled contently and chuckled. The rumbles in his chest sounded a lot like purrs and he wondered if it was his magic at it again, making him more feline than should be humanly possible. He just hoped his offspring didn’t have magic that had animal preferences because they’d find it as entertaining as he did and probably as frustrating. He couldn’t stand it sometimes. It was getting better though albeit slowly. His transfigured objects were still purring or occasionally they’d grow tails but things were getting less cat-like now which was always a plus. “I don’t think you do either.” He mumbled, biting back a moan.

He leaned down and kissed along her shoulder blade, occasionally nibbling at the skin there. He smiled against the skin and moved his hands in circular motions against her hips. “Yes but, it’s true.” He murmured, planting a kiss on the pulse point again. “So it is hardly egotistical.” He smiled cheekily and began to trail kisses back up her neck. He kissed the skin along her jaw and worked his way back up before covering her lips with her own. He was definitely in Paris again. There was something in the air that just breathed sex but he suspected it was probably oil paint poisoning. It would have been ironic to say the least. “Now, do you want me to absolutely ravish you or should we do something useful with our time? Although, I’m not saying that, that is not useful but just in case.” He murmured against her lips.

"Oh and this isn't useful?" Lily said with a playful expression, though she was slightly breathless from their interaction, her hair slightly frizzy as well and the hat she'd been wearing must have slipped off at some point. Other than that though she seemed pretty composed. "Well...if you still want ot paint me...." Lily said with a tilt of her head, honestly torn just launching herself on Elijah again and pulling back and doing whatever else that was planned.

"Although we do have all day...." Lily trailed off still undecided. She honestly liked both choices so she'd be a happy camper either way. Or a slightly breathless, but still amused camper anyway.

Elijah grinned and picked her up. He smiled wolfishly and walked through the studio. Although granted he had no intention of painting her just yet he wanted to show her just how much he already adored her. It was driving him insane just thinking even slightly about how he could worship everything about her but he didn’t want to scare her; nor did he want to hurt her. Eli kicked the door to his bedroom open and cast a look around. Still the same as ever, tie-dyed sheets and paintings adorning the walls. He smiled to himself and laid her down on the bed. Although the sheets were a mess it was all clean which was a plus. He knew that it was just because that was how he made beds – mostly because he couldn’t make beds for squat.

He crawled over her a little and smiled before kissing her softly. Eli broke away for a few moments and pressed kisses all over her face. He lingered a little around her eyes before kissing both eyelids and returning back to her lips. He could imagine her fiery red hair splayed over one of the pillows, he could imagine drawing her in the early morning light. Well, they’d have to get there first but either way he was going to get his way. He was going to paint her in every way physically possible but he wasn’t going to hang her upside down because that was just weird. Eli’s hands began to drift up and down her creamy legs, only going as far as the hem of her dress. He was teasing the material further each time but not too far. He refused to scare her.

“Do you know how truly magnificent you are?” he murmured. “I don’t think I mention it enough.” He smiled and kissed her again, just as softly as before but with a little bit more fervour. “I will get to the painting later...much, much later.” He kissed the skin just below the hem of the dress and looked up again, silently asking for permission. He gently teased the material up a little and kissed the skin there before stopping. Any further and that would be it – Lily Luna Potter would be his in every sense of the word. “Je t'aime.” He murmured against her skin before whispering, “Mine.”

Lily knew what came next. She wasn't that naive, she had learnt that sort of stuff from overhearing conversations from her older brothers and cousins. Lily knew that they'd be disappointed in her, for giving it up so soon, but Lily was decided. Elijah was different, she could tell, either that or he was a really good actor. She didn't want to consider that possibility though and tried to ignore the thoughts of what others would say if they knew. Lily couldn't care less now.

"I think a few times." Lily smiled in response as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear so she could gaze at Elijah without it in the way. She felt nervous, worried by mostly ready for whatever came next as she felt Elijah's hand graze up her thigh. "Yours." Lily replied simply, although she was one to usually dislike any form of ownership. But at that moment, she was, it was merely stating a fact. That one word was also an agreement, to what came next, they both knew that, Lily was sure.

Brushing her hair back slightly, Elijah cupped Lily’s face and gently claimed her lips with his own. He was slow, tender and not willing at all to be anything other than completely gentle with her. HE could have done the polar opposite but he wasn’t even interested in going that far. That would be too much for one girl to take in. He expected it was her first time but she didn’t appear too nervous outwardly. He hoped she wasn’t too much of a mess inside. Her shoulders were tense, though and that irked him slightly. Eli pulled off that troublesome little jumper she had on and pushed the material of her dress down. He fiddled with the necklace for a few minutes before breaking the bit of material linking the beads together. He took the necklace away from her neck and bundled all of the beads up before putting them on his bedside table next to a filled sketchbook.

“Relax, Cherie.” He murmured, kissing her gently. He gently nuzzled her neck and kissed her pulse point before he gently began to remove the dress from her body inch by agonising inch. After a while he disposed of his wait coat and blazer. His shoes were, probably off of some lampshade or something, he’d lost track of them long ago. Eli slid any remaining material of the dress, off of Lily’s frame and began to remove any other pieces of material that were really starting to irritate him. If he would have had his way he would have just ripped it all off and gone in for the kill so to speak but he figured she’d want her clothes even if Eli intended to have her in his for most of their weekend together. He made a mental note to actually go and buy some clothing for her in the morning but that was pushed out of his mind and into the basket for things he had to remember.

“Yours.” He echoed her words, sealing it with a kiss to her mouth. “Je t’aime.” He whispered against her skin. “Je t’aime lis fleur.” He reiterated. It sounded all so real to him. He didn’t doubt the words were lost on her though. He knew what they meant, though. In due time he’d tell her just...not yet. Eli reached up and kissed her once more before beginning to step over the line he’d crossed with many women before. Yet something was different than last time and the time before that etcetera, etcetera. She was beautiful, laid there before him completely untouched. She was his and he, hers. That was the way it was going to be. Always if he could get his way. Eli kissed her stomach and closed his eyes for a few seconds, leaning his head against it. He opened his eyes and placed a kiss there once more before indulging in one of man’s most basic instincts except this wasn’t for necessity – it was for love.

--probably a time lapse here, do you want to do afterwards?--

Lily gazed at the ceiling, her eyelids feeling slightly heavy as she gazed at nothing in particular. She enjoyed the soft feel of the sheets as they brushed against her skin and the near silence that filled the room. It helped muse her thoughts. She really couldn't believe what she'd just done. Not that she was regreting it, just the thought though of her family discovering was enough to make her shiver slightly and not because there were any present breezes of cold wind around.

Lily knew though that she was glad that it was Elijah. Even though her brothers may have heart attacks upon the slight chance they ever met him, Lily knew he was a good guy. Maybe he showed it differently but he wasn't evil. That much was obvious. But she knew that even if he had been saint of the year, her family would still be horrified by this development. She was meant to be sweet little Lily, the baby girl of the family. Though lately, that was the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to be known as Lily, not baby Potter, she wanted to be known as herself not her family.

Lily turned to gaze at Elijah before sighing more contently. Those thoughts could wait until later, for now she was with Elijah. Things were good, content. She just really hoped it stayed that way.

Never before had Elijah seen a woman so look so content after ... well, that. It was a nice change. He suspected the French were used to it. Either that or he picked the ones that could keep going for a world record. It was better like this, though, definitely. Elijah had no idea where Nachash had slithered off to but he was infinitely glad she hadn’t been present. That would have been fairly awkward for him. That snake was just...too annoying for her own good. Eli’s thoughts momentarily drifted to Fauve and he pressed his lips together. She’d be angry with him; probably not so much about the ‘new woman’ thing but the fact that he went to Paris, her home, without her. The guilt was overwhelming but Eli managed to push it away for now.

It was obvious that little Lily Potter had grown up. He’d spoken to Belle quite a while ago. He knew what he had to do to keep Andrian happy but he still had a feeling he’d be running for his mother if he got within a mile of Jess or James or Albus. Things would get incredibly uncomfortable and he didn’t fancy having to run away. He’d hold his ground for the most part then probably run for the hills if there was any hexing involved. That was another thing – she had to know. Eli visibly winced at the thought of even attempting to tell his mother. She’d either disown him or hug him so tight his head quite literally popped off of his neck.

“Je t’aime.” He murmured to her. He kissed her softly and curled a piece of her red hair around his finger. That was exactly what he’d imagined for the most part. They were missing the morning sun and he was missing his sketchbook. He didn’t care though. He realised that the real thing was always much more beautiful than anything he could produce on a canvas. That wasn’t exactly going to stop him. A painting was a reproduction of the real thing and he only painted beautiful things. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered in her ear. “Mine....my beautiful lily flower.”

Lily mumbled slightly, as she turned to gaze at Elijah as he stirred and begun to finger her hair. She smiled, not blushing as much anymore, one couldn't after there wasn't anything he hadn't seen. That was a plus, Lily hated her flush it was a stupid and chilish trait she'd managed to get from her mother. "What an original pet name." She couldn't resist saying with a grin.

Lily had no idea what this meant. Were they offically together? Or was this something Elijah did? Lily really hoped not, she really liked Elijah and couldn't take it if this was all it was. The novelty of being the first to bag the baby potter. No, she'd probably get angry more than anything. Elijah seemed genuine though, at least at this moment he did to her. Lily took comfort in that.

"Thank you Elijah, for everything." Lily murmered after a moment's silence, wondering how she could express her emotions in words. Lily usually couldn't stop speaking but Elijah Krum had rendered her speechless. A hard feat indeed.

Elijah smirked. “I’m one big cliché and you love me for it.” He chuckled and kissed her stomach. He had no idea why he liked that part of her. It was probably the soft skin there that enticed him. Eli took her hand in his larger one and laced his fingers between hers. What he said was true but he must have been the most original cliché that ever walked the planet. Although, it wasn’t everyday you had a Bulgarian artist that could be passed off for French hanging around. Although, Elijah didn’t know many Bulgarian-French artists that had a petulance for specific redheads either. He didn’t even think redheads did it for him – it was just Lily. “Would you prefer something else, amour?” he murmured, resting his face against his other hand. “I’m running out of languages I think.” He chuckled. “Gonna have to learn more so I can call you beautiful in every language.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach again and smiled innocently.

He raised an eyebrow at her before frowning slightly. “You say that as if you’re going to get up and leave.” He said, feeling a little...well, nervous. He pressed his lips together and squeezed her hand. He didn’t want her to go at all. He was panicking inside yet keeping quite a cool, calm and collected exterior. She was really starting to screw with his mind. Eli didn’t mind it but it was beginning to mess him up quite a bit. His mind strayed to Fauve again and he growled under his breath, pushing her picture of his mind. Elijah laid his head down on one of the pillows that had come down his way and looked at her with his dark, passionate eyes. He was getting tired now and it was definitely showing on his face. Eli yawned a little and dropped his head onto the pillow. “Je t’aime.” He whispered, gently squeezing her hand once more.

"Can your ego get any bigger?" Lily asked though not denying a word Elijah said as she gazed upwards at the ceiling with a sparkling eyes. She couldn't help but be a little flattered by his next words though she spoke in her normal cheeky way. "Plain english works as well, that never gets old." Lily said a small sense of amusment evident in her tone as she shivered from the touch of Elijah's lips on her stomach.

"Well, I have no idea what comes next, as I said, I suck with all this stuff." Lily reasoned a flush finally making an appearance on her cheeks as she gazed back down at Elijah. She heard him then make a small noise under his breathe and quirked an eyebrow with a small giggle. "Did you just growl?" She asked with an amused shake of her head.