This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.
Part 26
It was the night of the ball and I had been busy all day. I was in charge of everything, so I spent the morning with the caterer, and florist. I spent the afternoon with the decoration volunteers, and hired help. I was exhausted and I hadn't even danced a step. I got home an hour and a half before Ryan and decided to take a nap. I crawled into my bed and set the alarm. I woke to the sound of Ryan calling my name.
"Caison," Ryan called. "Wake up, Caison." I jumped up and looked at the clock. It was only 5 o'clock. Ryan laughed and hugged me. "Sorry. I got off a little early and thought I would give you a little scare."
"I thought the bloody thing had not gone off. You scared me good," I said and pinched his sides. He giggled and tried to get away. I grabbed him and tossed him on the bed.
"Wait," he gasped, laughing hysterically. " I have already had my shower." I stopped and looked down at him. He was dressed only in dark blue boxer-briefs. I reached down and squeezed his bulge. I walked to the dresser and grabbed some underwear and socks. I walked by and slapped my still smiling lover on the leg.
I took a shower and dried off. I shaved for the second time that day, and styled my hair. I slipped on my underwear and walked back into the room. I looked around, but Ryan was no where to be found. I walked into the hall and heard music coming from Ryan's room. I peaked in the door and saw him dancing. He was dancing alone to a waltz. I watched, marveling at how graceful he was. I stepped through the doorway and leaned against the jamb. He made a turn and was facing me. He stopped dancing and turned red. He pulled the stereo remote from the waistband of his underwear and stopped the cd. He dropped the remote on the table and sat on the bed looking embarrassed. I walked over and held out my hand. He looked up at me and smiled.
"May I have this dance," I asked. He picked up the remote and started the cd. He rose and took my hand. I put my right hand on his waist and he placed his left hand on my shoulder. I pulled him close as we started to dance. We moved around the room, avoiding the furniture. I looked deep into Ryan's eyes and stopped moving. I leaned in and kissed him gently. We wrapped our arms around each other and swayed with the music. The song ended and we broke the kiss.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get ready." I smiled and nodded my head. We went back to my room and I pulled the tuxes from my closet. I reached down and grabbed the shoe boxes off the floor. I handed Ryan his and I took mine to a chair. I pulled the bag off of my suit and smiled at how nice it looked. Ryan opened his and held it up in front of him and looked in the mirror. I pulled on my trousers and put on a whites shirt from my closet. I fastened the cuffs with silver pentacle cufflinks. Ryan and I watched each other get dressed in a reversed striptease.
I grabbed my jacket and told him to hurry up and come down stairs. I rushed out and down to my studio. I pulled on my shoes and buttoned my waistcoat. I tossed my tie around my neck and put my jacket on the back of a chair. I heard a slight tap on the door and turned around. Ryan was fully dressed and looked gorgeous. He had already tied his tie, and his jacket was buttoned. I looked on in absolute wonder at my beautiful man.
"Um, your buttons," I started. "It is always, sometimes, never," I said as I pointed to each button, in turn, on my jacket front. He reached down and unbuttoned the bottom button and smiled sheepishly.
"I have a surprise," I said and motioned toward the wall opposite my desk. I walk over to a cloth covered form. I look back to make sure he is looking and pulled down the cloth. He gasped when he saw his completed painting. He stepped forward slowly, staring at his own nude form. Tears formed in his eyes and I couldn't help but wonder what variety of tears he was shedding.
"It is me," he said, reaching out and moving his hand just above the surface of the picture. He looked at me suddenly and wiped a tear from his cheek. " I love you so much."
"I love you too, darling. Now, let's go." I grabbed my jacket and moved closer to Ryan. He grabbed me and pulled me into a deep kiss. I melted into him and we shared in a lengthy embrace. We parted and Ryan looked back up at the painting. He looked back at me and reached into his pocket.
"This is no where as nice as the painting, but I thought you could use it." He pulled out a black box and put it in my hand.
"You didn't need to get me anything," I said.
"No, but I did, now shut up and open it." I opened the box to find a sterling silver bookmark. It was chased with filigree and was set with a large amethyst. I looked up and smiled.
"I love it," I said and pulled him into a hug. I put the box on my desk and slid into my jacket. We headed to the front door and got ready to leave. I looked out the window and got a chill. I jogged into the parlor and opened my magick cabinet. I grabbed a few good protection talismans and pushed them in my pockets. I ran back to the door and opened it for Ryan. There was a horse drawn coach waiting in front of our house. I took Ryan's hand and led him down the steps. He beamed at me as I helped him up into the coach and took my place next to him.
"You spoil me, Mr. Blackwatch," he said, adopting a sugary southern accent.
"Anything for my belle," I said, trying to sound like Rhet Butler. I reached down and pulled out a thermos from under the seat and poured us some hot cocoa. I dropped in some marshmallows and tossed one in my mouth.
"You think of everything, don't you," he said snuggling closer to me. The driver looked over his shoulder and smiled. We moved slowly down the street on our way to the ball.
(To be continued)
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