Vincent and Eve's room was warm enough to fade the questions Eve had on her mind when they stepped inside the room. She couldn't help but sit in front of the fireplace and on the floor, her hands stretched forward as her palms heated up.
The walls of the room were bluish-grey. The many candles stand in the room, creating light, while shadows followed the light.
Vincent sat on the edge of the bed, untying the lace of his shoes and watching Eve in front of the fireplace. It was good to have her this close to him, to have her for this and every other life that was there to come. She appeared to be at peace, and he could sense her emotions through the bond he had left on her.
Once he removed his shoes, he removed his coat, while making his way to where Eve was, he draped his coat around her shoulders to give her that extra warmth her body needed. She smiled, turning and looking at him, who stood next to her. She raised her hand towards him and asked,
"Will you sit with me?"
Vincent took her hand and sat next to her on the wooden flooring. He said, "How are you doing today, Mrs. Moriarty?"
Eve's heart fluttered. She replied, "In peace. How about you?" To think he was hers as much as she was his, brought a warmth that the fireplace couldn't light in a person and had to come from within a person.
"Fantastic," Vincent answered and watched Eve, who went back to look at the fireplace. He said, "If you like this place, maybe in the future we can stay here for as long as you want. Even raise our family here. It will be a fresh start, and we can have your family over too. You won't have to worry about any memory following you."
"What about the coffins in the mansion?" Eve asked him, a tender smile forming on her lips at the thought of their future together. There was so much to look ahead, and she was excited about it.
"I will have them thrown from the cliff. We don't need extra space being taken in the mansion," Vincent replied connivingly, and Eve laughed at his words. "Or have them sent to Skellington."
"It sounds tempting, Mr. Moriarty," Eve hummed.
"It does, doesn't it?" Vincent responded. He felt Eve lean against his arm, and he supported her weight. "We should head to bed if you are tired. Carla was right. The journey was after all long and you didn't rest as much as you needed to."
Eve shook her head, a little stubborn as she wanted to spend time with Vincent. They had such busy days recently that this felt like an actual vacation that they needed.
He said, "I have other ideas if you don't want to sleep. The walls aren't soundproof, but I promise you that no one will dare to wander near the room. Especially when they know we only married recently."
Eve turned away from the fireplace and stared into Vincent's red eyes, that brought calmness and assurance to her messy life. Her lips drew close to his, and he closed the little distance between them. The kiss brought a tranquillity in her life that she didn't know she had been looking for, and to think it came from a person like Vincent, and life was indeed strange, she thought in her mind.
When she pulled away, her closed eyes fluttered open and looked into his eyes. She said, "I think I would like that."
"To be heard screaming my name or I taking you, my beautiful girl?" Vincent teased her.
"The latter," Eve replied, though she had noticed calling out his name had only turned the man more aroused than he already was.
Vincent stood up first and then gave his hand to Eve before they headed towards the bed, leaving the coat on the wooden floor.
That night, Vincent took his own time to love Eve tenderly. The cold weather created the perfect catalyst for them to seek out each other's heat, wrapping themselves in it as they made love to each other.
Vincent consumed Eve, and she let him conquer her as she had never surrendered in front of anyone before. Her thoughts were transparent for him to read, her emotions and feelings stirred by him, and her body responded to every touch that left a fire in her.
To the couple, no one exited before or after them, and right now, it was just them wrapped in one corner of the mansion as they continued to love. It didn't take long for Eve to come apart, and Vincent followed with his release, with the walls of the room capturing the moans and sighs of the two lovers.
In the mansion's dining room, Timotei was more than content with the food that the servants had served him a while ago. He could get used to this life. Almost could get used to it, as his eyes were still on wanting to turn into a vampire. Now spread on the dining room like a sacrifice, he rubbed his soft belly.
"Mmm," he purred.
His stomach full and his will to move too weak, Timotei fell asleep on the dining table.
After several hours, when the sun was about to rise in the sky, the black cat was woken up by the servant's murmurs and the sharp voice of the housekeeper in front of the dining room, who demanded with contained anger,
"Who dared to step inside the chambers?"
"I didn't go near that place, Miss Carla."
"I cleaned the corridor outside yesterday morning, but I didn't step inside."
There were murmurs from the servants, and one of them asked, "Did something happen?"
"Someone entered the sleeping chambers and pushed the coffin on the ground," Carla replied sharply, and the servants looked horrified. She knew it couldn't be the newlywed couple, and it was someone else. "Whoever it is, they better step forward."
Timotei softly growled in annoyance. Which peasant dared to wake him up from his deep slumber? He pushed himself up from the table's surface and decided to sleep elsewhere, where no one would come to disturb him.
