I walked down the stairs careful to lift the edge of the dress so I wouldn't trip, wouldn't that be graceful? I saw Nathaniel stare at me in what appeared to be shock.
I tried not to laugh but was unable to stop myself giggling. This caught their attention. Jean-Claude who was closest with Asher just behind him, the sight of what they were wearing together made my draw drop, figuratively of course
Jean-Claude was wearing a complete contrast to what he usually wore. His hair was straight and running down his back over a cream jacket with gold patterns embroidered on it.
The edging of the jacket was like a tiny gold rope. The collar of the jacket was, like my dress collar, high and travelling up his neck, higher than mine did. The sleeves of his shirt were protruding through the cuffs of his jacket. At a closer look, I could see that the embroidered things in his jacket, was just one long golden vine shaped pattern, running over, from what I could see, the whole of the jacket.
His shirt was his normal frill alla 1600's, but it wasn't white, black, blue or red. It was an off white creamy colour. It was a few shades darker than his skin. It contrasted perfectly. His trousers, from what I could see of them, where cream too, but I could only see them to about mid thigh, as the rest of his legs were covered in black leather boots.
Asher, on the other hand, was wearing Jean-Claude's usual attire. He has in nearly all black. His hair was long and in neat waves rolling down his back. It wasn't as long as jean-Claude's but it was just as beautiful and soft.
He was wearing a black jacket with had the same pattern as Jean-Claude's on it, but the embroidery was in silver instead of gold.
His collar was high. Jean-Claude wore it for fashion. Asher, on the other hand wore it mainly to hide the scars I think. His hair was pulled over to the right side of his face, in an attempt to hide his scars.
It didn't matter to me. With or without the scars he was beautiful. Even though the scars had been inflicted centuries before I was even born, through Jean-Claude's memories, I knew what Asher looked like without them.
Asher's shirt was Jean-Claude's typical white French frill alla 1600's, but he wore it well. I hadn't really seen him wear much white, or black. His trousers were black, but again, like Jean-Claude, the rest of his legs were covered by black leather boots.
They looked amazing. And they were both mine! I was trying to decipher whether they looked better outside the clothes or in them, when Jean-Claude cleared his throat smiling and Asher was softly laughing. I knew my face was bright red.
I always managed to embarrass my self on these occasions. They looked at each other and smiled. They both wore that smile alot lately. We had become a very happy menage a tois, much to my surprise.
I finished walking down the stirs into their arms. They both smelled amazing. I loved the way they both smelled different, but when they were together, they were a treat for the sinuses.
They both took one of my hands and kissed it, then sniffed along my neck and collar bone. We’d done our greeting this way since we had become a menage a trois. I felt comfortable and good. They made me feel loved. I was loved. Very much. I’d only just started to appreciate it.
Jean-Claude pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear how wonderful and beautiful I looked. I knew quite a bit of French now. I’d slowly picked it up over the years, little phrases hear and there.
“Shall we go, mes amies?” Asher’s voice brought me out of my thoughts and back to reality.
He was looking at me and Jean-Claude with such love and affection in his eyes. I loved it when he had that look in his eyes. It made such a difference to see him that way.
I smiled. #
“Well, I’m ready if you too are!” I said, rather enthusiastically. They smiled at me. I had to tell them tonight. I just had to.
I looked round at Cherry before I was ushered out of the door by each other their arms around my waist, so that I was stuck in the middle of them. She had her thumbs up again with a grin on her face. My God.
I walked down the drive, to find a black limo waiting for us. It was a surprise, as all of the limos I’d been in in the past, had been white. Jean-Claude moaned black ones looked too much like a hearse.
Asher reached the door before Jean-Claude and he opened it so I could get in. Unfortunately, They had broken me of me penchant for not wanting my door opened for me. I slid in and scooted across the seat as gracefully as I could in this dress. Jean-Claude came in next and Asher followed him, sitting opposite us.
Now I was alone with them, all I could think about was how I was going to tell them the news. Oh goodie.