*Taking his mate by the hand as she exits the car, he gives her a small smile and offers his arm, she slides her hand under his elbow laying her fingers gently on his forearm, and he pulls her in close, letting her settle against him, then wraps his arm around her, placing his wide palm at the small of her back and leads her towards the seventy seven steps the lead to the National Art Gallery. They have visited before and she of course has her favorite works, as does he; but tonight is special* — with Gabrielle
M. Thorne.
Gabrielle M. Thorne *Looking to her mate as he smiles, she feels like the luckiest girl in the world even after 20 years of mated life. He never stops loving her and she knows that is the best gift a girl can ever get. Smiling softly back at him as he guides her up the steps, she feels their bond flutter with endless adoration. Silently thanking fate for crossing their paths that fateful night at LaNote they continue their assent*
Lucan
Thorne The museum is closed to the public and they have the entire place to themselves. He leads her through the main foyer into the first hall which holds the private collection of Andrew Mellon; she loves the mix of art through the ages, this particular wing holds both European and American masterpieces which start with the Renaissance and travel through time to modern art pieces. *He keeps her tight against him, for the pure enjoyment of her touch as they make their way slowly through*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *her thoughts swept away at the sight of such
beauty and torrid tales through pencil and paint. One catches her eye as they
pass through the gallery. Smirking to herself as she passes Raphael’s
paintings, she remembers her explanations to her mate on the virgin and child.
Tickling his arm where her hand rests, she winks and giggles as they pass
through the hall* Oh, come on baby...you know I couldn't resist a little play
with the description of how humans tell their tales..
Lucan
Thorne *Listening to the clicking sound of her exquisite
heels as they echo through the halls and the happy flirtatious teasing in her
voice, He gives her a sly smile prompting her to blush beautifully as his look
turns to a heated stare, He growls low and pulls her in for a kiss then takes
her hand and leads her to the gift portion of the evening. Entering a new
gallery, she takes an exasperated breath when she see photographs on display of
eight well known photographers, Carlton Watkins, Charles Sheeler and Per Bak
Jansen being her top three favorites. He watches as her eyes skim over the
framed art, one at a time taking in every nuance and interesting feature. He
loves to watch her loose herself in the images*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *her vision tunnels as she views each and every portrait Watkins ~Yosemite~, Sheeler's ~American Rual Baroque~, and Jansen's ~Stations~. Luc, you’re amazing. Do you know the accomplishments of these photographers? They are all amazing in their own right. Baby *Reaching for his hand and feeling nothing but air* Lucan? *Turning to look for her mate her breath hitches as she sees him leaning up against a wall, but not just any wall; one that holds her own art. Her own art that is sharing space with her favorites* Love, um.....Love...*Pointing to her photographs*
Lucan
Thorne *Sheer joy. That is what he sees. Her eyes fill with
tears as she views her hauntingly beautiful portraits mingled in among those of
her idols. He reaches out to steady her and draw her near, kissing the
teardrops from her cheeks* I couldn't be more proud of you Angel.
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *She's in his arms where she's meant to be.
Looking at her escape where it should be, hung in this museum among such art.
She is in awe of her mate. Not hiding her love for her mate she looks up into
his beautiful grey eyes and asks* Baby, how did you ever make this happen.
My photos are amateur at best. * Walking over to the piano she just shot * you
thought you were so slick when I went on this shoot.*Wiping her tears* Letting
me go on my own, but having the boys watch over me. It was a memorable shoot, that’s
for sure...
Lucan
Thorne *He gives her a genuine smile, then turns his face
to one of mock astonishment* Me? Send a secret elite team of ninja stealth
vampires to guard you? You have the wrong male. *Holding his hands up in the
don't shoot position as she pokes him playfully* Honestly, my love, the
gallery approached my office with interest in your work, they were planning the
photography exhibit and the curator insisted that some of your pieces be
included. I decided it would make a nice surprise, a gift so to speak. *lifting
her palm to his lips and kissing it gently* I hope that is acceptable. I would
like to have Dare come to view it privately with us before the celebration and
public viewing. *He holds her eyes with his while waiting for her reaction*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *SPEAK FEMALE! Make the words come out! Smiling
and fiddling with her ring, twisting the diamonds around her finger* Um....I,
um....*Shaking her head as she peers over to her photos, what is wrong with
you! You know this is a great offer. Talking to herself as she tries to form
words then bursts out with a smile* I would love to show them Luc *covering her
mouth to stifle her shout* I would love to have my son here to see my work. Um,
can we just live here...in this room, in this moment... forever and ever?
*Grins wide as she tears again* you’re amazing baby. You know, this opportunity
has you in it, you choose these...
Lucan
Thorne I did choose the pictures, they are some of my
favorites. *Catching her as she suddenly jumps into his arms, kissing him all
over his face, he laughs while kissing her back* OK, It's settled then, first Dare, then the family and viewing public at large. *His eyes flicker then start to burn amber as he feels her joy turn to something a little more intimate. Growling, he moves quickly with her, back the way they came and into the car. Their private suite at the Capella is only minutes away and he is eager to have her undressed and beneath him for the rest of the evening*
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