Post by Christine Daaé on Feb 26, 2013 20:11:15 GMT -5
It was the evening of February the fourteenth as Christine sat on the bed, brushing out the curls in her long blonde hair until it returned to its more natural state of long cascading waves. It wasn’t often she just let her hair down naturally. She usually had it pinned up, and even when it was at least partially down, she curled it into tight ringlets. Unless behind closed doors, it was rare that anyone ever caught a glimpse of her natural hair, which was actually quite longer than it appeared when it was pinned up or wound tightly.
She was dressed in a white lace chemise nightgown, and singing softly as she continued brushing. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before Raoul came home, but she was heading to bed a bit early that night. She was tired (she presumed it was her body still adjusting to the new levels of hormones) and thought that it would do her some good to rest, even if she didn’t fall asleep.
As much as she would have liked to have waited for him to return (especially given the date), she really did need to rest. She was just about to lay down, when she heard the door to the bedroom click open, and she looked to see her husband enter. She smiled and set her brush down, rising and walking toward him. “Good evening, dear,” she said, reaching up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “How was work?”
This wasn’t exactly how she’d hoped spending her first Valentine’s day as a married woman, but it could have been worse… She only wished that they could have both retired like they’d initially planned. It sometimes grew very dull with him away during the day.
She was dressed in a white lace chemise nightgown, and singing softly as she continued brushing. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before Raoul came home, but she was heading to bed a bit early that night. She was tired (she presumed it was her body still adjusting to the new levels of hormones) and thought that it would do her some good to rest, even if she didn’t fall asleep.
As much as she would have liked to have waited for him to return (especially given the date), she really did need to rest. She was just about to lay down, when she heard the door to the bedroom click open, and she looked to see her husband enter. She smiled and set her brush down, rising and walking toward him. “Good evening, dear,” she said, reaching up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “How was work?”
This wasn’t exactly how she’d hoped spending her first Valentine’s day as a married woman, but it could have been worse… She only wished that they could have both retired like they’d initially planned. It sometimes grew very dull with him away during the day.
