2FURY
- Alihotsy -
"You infuriate me."
Napoleon lazily leaned his head closer to hers, so close that she could feel his warm breath tickling her ear.
"What was that?" His voice was barely a whisper.
Josephine's breath caught at his closeness, her eyelids fluttering dangerously as his scent overrode her senses. His hand lightly traced the soft line of her jaw and his face moved in closer, his lips now brushing the skin below her ear.
"I infuriate you, you say?"
He gently turned her face towards his and she met his eyes, half-lidded and dark. Her lips moved on their own accord, tilting upwards, a mere hair's breath away from his own. She could barely breath he was so close, so very close, and her heart was beating so very fast.
"Napoleon–" Her voice barely more than air, her small hand rising slowly up his chest, up his neck, coming to rest delicately on his rough cheek.
"Yes?" His thumb was running across her bottom lip now and she ached for him.
"Please pardon my leave." And with that she left, an icy blaze of blue silk and cool grace.
A slight curve formed at the corner of Napoleon's lips as he straightened himself and took a sip of his deep, red wine.
He just might be falling in love with that woman.
A/N: I've always been fascinated with Napoleon, especially his relationship with his first wife, Josephine. That such an obviously ruthless man could adore a woman considered by most to be nothing but a high class whore, so much so that his last words had been her name. Color me a romantic or however that phrase goes. Anyway, this just a little snapshot I wrote, occurring before they were involved, I imagine.