a/n: My dear Chase, this may come as a surprise since it’s been so long since you sent me your request! I know you like some angst in your reads, so I hope it’s to your liking! I combined the original prompt with one from @xxsycamore’s and @chaosangel767‘s Valentine event prompts, which greatly inspired me to write this story.
Wordless “I love you” Prompts #15: Calming them down when they have a bad dream
+Be My Valentine Feb 11 Prompt: Dancing with each other while no one is around
[Tags]: established relationship, fluff, comfort, lil angsty Comte
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The scratching sound of the fountain pen was le Comte’s only companion in his room, at the late hour he dedicated to responding to his letters. The stack beside him hailed from all sorts of connections he had made—some during the 19th century and some even older. The routine of it became a chore to him, but one that he intended to keep. Le Comte reminisced back to a time when receiving a letter was the highlight of his day, especially one that arrived from a friend abroad.
As time passed beyond the span of a human lifetime, his enthusiasm for letters from his human connections waned. More times than he would like to admit, letters from so-and-so friend would cease to arrive without explanation; or rather, without written explanation. How bittersweet it had become for him to wait for a response. The more he looked forward to it, the stronger his was his grief when it never arrived. He would learn through experience that he would rather hold onto the hope of waiting than to seek the reason for their discontinued contact.
Ink dripped from le Comte’s pen, hovering frozen in place above the letter. He would need to restart, but he could not stand being in the room that had overfilled with his sorrowful thoughts. A change of scenery was in order.
Comte watches Mc from his balcony as she hangs up laundry, her smile competing in radiance to the sun. He doesn’t realize how long he stands, until one of his hourglasses makes a noise, flipping over as more sand starts to fall. Startling himself out of his thoughts he frowns.
How had she stolen so many thoughts? She was just an innocent soul he was supposed to watch. But over the course of a few days, he finds her radiance bringing a new light to the mansion. One that he can not imagine living without. But how can he convince her to stay?
The days seem to fly by, Comte finding every reason to be with the visitor. Social events, festivals, trips to town, Mc is showered in love, always hiding her blush and growing feelings away. The little dates, the subtle touches, the way he keeps her by his side, it is clear to everyone in the mansion, but the two who are participating in it what is going on.
A silent sigh falls from the man as he watches her gracefully move about the ballroom in the dress he bought for her. He watches as she laughs with the other residents, a pang of jealousy shooting through his heart. Does she not realize how much she affects him? How in love he is with her? She spins in Leonardo’s arms, but her gaze meets him and she smiles, soon leaving Leonardo’s company to walk over to him.
“You look lonely” she murmurs as she stands next to him and he looks down at her.
“I am not anymore” he can’t help his eyes as he admires her neck, her figure in the dress, he is trying to keep his gentlemanly side present, but he needs her. He can feel her gaze on him, but as he looks at her, she blushes, looking away.
“Ma Cherie-” Comte, reaches out to her, brushing his hand along her cheek. He can feel her flush and she looks down, only feeling it growing.
“Excuse me, I need some fresh air” she murmurs and he removes his hand, offering his arm instead.
“May I escort you?” He asks and Mc slips her arm through his, allowing him the small pleasure of walking her outside. The moonlight does little to Comte but accentuate her beauty even more and feelings continue to stir in his heart as he watches her. His emotions falter when she looks up at him so innocently.
His fingers find hers and he gently holds her hand as they sit on the bench, MC is happy for the warmth emanating from the man and she seems to nestle closer to him, feeling safe. She knows she needs to go home soon, but a thought has been weighing heavily on her mind, and she finally gets the nerve to voice it.
“Comte?” She looks up at him, waiting for him to catch her gaze before continuing.
“Yes Ma Cherie?” He urges, noticing the way she seems to get shy, overthinking what she wants to say.
“I know I’m supposed to go home in two days, but I was wondering if it would be a bother to stay longer? I would still help Sebastian, but there is so much in this world I want to explore, and I don’t want to leave the mansion yet.” Comte listens to her request, struggling to keep the smile off his face. He was hoping she would stay, but he would never have mentioned it to her.
“Of course you can stay MC, I’m sure Sebastian has gotten used to the extra hands and my other residents seem to love having you around. As long as you are happy, I would be glad for you to stay.”
The extension is given, Comte and MC spending more and more time together, the more months she stays. Every month she asks him for an extension, and every month he asks for a reason why, but she never lets him see the true reason why, too afraid that it will fall apart.
One night both are in Comte’s office, Mc is reading while Comte works, a comfortable silence falling over them.
“Ma Cherie?” Comte’s voice startles the girl and her eyes shoot up to him. He stands up and goes to sit next to her on the sofa.
“Are you okay? You have been staring at the same page for some time now?"
“Yeah, I am okay. I was just wondering if I can stay another month” MC asks shyly and Comte takes a deep breath.
“Of course Ma Cherie, you can stay as long as you want, but is there any particular reason you would like to stay?” He quietly holds his breath.
“N-n-oo not really” Comte doesn’t miss the flush across her cheek and the way she hides her face. His heart starts to race and he can’t help himself.
“MC” He tilts her chin up, his lips only a breath away from hers. Comte just watches her breath leave her lips, the anticipation rising. Her tongue comes out and swipes her lips and Comte can’t resist anymore. He finally connects their lips in a slow kiss, leaving room for MC to pull away. His heart is praying that he isn’t misreading the situation. MC surprises him when her hands find his neck and keep him close. Comte pulls her closer, deepening the kiss.
“Comte-” MC breaks the kiss, a smile on her face, as she looks at him.
“Is there a reason that you want to stay?” He asks again, and MC smiles at him, pulling his lips back to hers.
“You” She breathes, pulling him into another kiss. His hands find her waist and the book falls forgotten to the floor.
“Do you realize how long I have loved you?” Comte’s voice is quiet as he speaks against her lips, his eyes searching hers for answers and she shakes her head.
“I was scared you could never love a human like me, but I wanted to stay near you anyway” She finally admits and Comte’s eyes grow big. He lays her back on the sofa, his hands roaming her body.
” I apologize, I can not hold back any longer" Comte murmurs in her ear as his lips trail along her neck. MC opens her legs slightly, a shy smile, but desire filled eyes.
“I don’t want you to” she whispers, allowing the nobleman ample access to her body, she starts stripping his top half as he lavishes marks across her skin. He works his way down her body, his lips kissing a trail to her core.
“Fuck, Comte” the second his tongue trails along her heat, she arches, desire pooling along her core. Her hands find his silky blonde hair as she uses it to keep him close to her. Cries leave her lips as the coil in her core builds and Comte slips his fingers in her. With a cry of his name, pleasure crashes over Mc and her eyes close as she rides out her pleasure.
Comte withdraws once MC has ridden out her orgasm, his hands going to finish stripping himself. Mc watches entranced as Comte strips, silently admiring his lean, sculpted body. She is quick to reach out and pull Comte down for a kiss, her mouth searching for his.
Comte gently lines himself up with her entrance, pushing himself in slowly, barely able to stop himself from groaning at the tight fit. Once he is fully sheathed, he grabs tightly to Mc’s hips, and pulls back. He feels her nails clutching to his back as he slams back in. Her cries of his name grow louder the tighter he winds her. Both are lost, whispering each other’s name as they chase their releases.
Mc falls first, clenching so tightly around Comte’s length that he can no longer resist, releasing in her. He kisses her, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her into the deserted thermae.
