Ysabel watched with a smile as Ambrose gently slid the gorgeous ring onto her finger. Holding up her hand she watched it sparkle and glitter. It had to have cost him a small fortune, a fact that made her feel guilty and special at the same time. Ysabel wouldn't say anything; Ambrose had his pride. She knew her facts when it came to jewelry however.
She simply pressed close to Ambrose, tilted her face up, stood on her toes, and kissed him softly on the lips. It was a kiss he couldn't possibly be satisfied with. She was waiting for him to pull her closer though, as he generally did. She loved it.
Breaking away briefly she impishly said, "But you haven't asked me anything at all yet."
She couldn't resist calling him on a technicality. He knew what her answer was. Ysabel didn't want anyone else. The prospect of staying with Ambrose permanently, forever, had always been her goal. She loved him and she knew he loved her in return. They might be a bit of an odd couple, but it worked for them.
Time Flies (Attn Ysabel)
Ambrose had just gotten back from a two week long stint in New York City. He hated being away from Ysabel that long but when you got work, you took it. Especially since this was a name and they'd asked for him. And even more so, because he'd just made a pretty pricey purchase.
Marie had class tonight, God she was growing up fast, so Ambrose suggested they go out for a bit. It was hot out, the gardens sounded nice. Ysabel had agreed and they'd driven into the city. Her parked, in a handicapped spot, near they entrance got out of the truck and walked around and opened the door for Belle to help her out.
Absently he checked the moon. That was part of the reason he was OK with taking a walk tonight, it was two nights after the full moon. Still enough bright silvery light to be romantic, but less threat of a snarling beast charging at them trying to rip their throats out.
"Its a nice night out..."
It was a lame desperate conversational gambit but, he was sort of nervous. Ambrose was trying not to let it show but he was a little... huh... yeah... nervous.
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ambrose
12 years ago
She was pleased with the ring, at least he thought so they way she looked at it. He was feeling a little proud of himself on that point.
Ambrose responded to her light kiss in a way that both she expected and was natural to him. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His lips taking possession of hers, unabashedly plundering her mouth, not caring if any one saw. In another second he'd take her right her in the middle of Vesper.
Instead he groaned as she teased him and leaned back a little.
"Do you really want me to say it? Are you hoping for some undiscovered depths of eloquence here because you're gonna be mighty damned disappointed if you are."
He finished with a grin. He'd sound like a damned fool if he said it and it would be short simple and to the point no poetic flowery speeches but if she wanted him to officially ask. He'd say it.
"Or... I could just take it back and get you a book or something. Save us both some trouble."
Ambrose was clearly teasing on that point as brushed his hand softly over her hair. Ring or no she was his and he'd not be giving her up. Ever.
Ambrose responded to her light kiss in a way that both she expected and was natural to him. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His lips taking possession of hers, unabashedly plundering her mouth, not caring if any one saw. In another second he'd take her right her in the middle of Vesper.
Instead he groaned as she teased him and leaned back a little.
"Do you really want me to say it? Are you hoping for some undiscovered depths of eloquence here because you're gonna be mighty damned disappointed if you are."
He finished with a grin. He'd sound like a damned fool if he said it and it would be short simple and to the point no poetic flowery speeches but if she wanted him to officially ask. He'd say it.
"Or... I could just take it back and get you a book or something. Save us both some trouble."
Ambrose was clearly teasing on that point as brushed his hand softly over her hair. Ring or no she was his and he'd not be giving her up. Ever.
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ambrose's response was just what she wanted. Ysabel went willingly into his deep kiss, melting against him, pliant and soft in his arms. he might like her to be a little bit spirited when they weren't in bed, but as a lover, she knew he liked her best when she was soft and delicate, giving the appearance of fragility... and then discarding it in the interest of fun. It was their game, and they both played it happily.
Twining both arms around Ambrose's neck and sighing happily as she pulled away Ysabel laughed, a bubbly, lighthearted giggle. She hadn't expected flowery words from her boyfriend, and might have fallen over from shock if such words issued forth from his lips. But still..
She nibbled lightly on his ear. "It wouldn't hurt to hear it," she whispered, leaning back and looking up a him with big grey-blue eyes, shameless in her teasing. "You don't even have to phrase it in the form of a question."
She flashed him a grin to let him know she really was just teasing him. Mostly. She'd love to hear it anyhow. Ysabel was, after all, somewhat traditional at heart. Given tat it was Ambrose in question though, she'd have been happy with a gruffly-voiced demand.
Twining both arms around Ambrose's neck and sighing happily as she pulled away Ysabel laughed, a bubbly, lighthearted giggle. She hadn't expected flowery words from her boyfriend, and might have fallen over from shock if such words issued forth from his lips. But still..
She nibbled lightly on his ear. "It wouldn't hurt to hear it," she whispered, leaning back and looking up a him with big grey-blue eyes, shameless in her teasing. "You don't even have to phrase it in the form of a question."
She flashed him a grin to let him know she really was just teasing him. Mostly. She'd love to hear it anyhow. Ysabel was, after all, somewhat traditional at heart. Given tat it was Ambrose in question though, she'd have been happy with a gruffly-voiced demand.
Ambrose
12 years ago
Mmmmm that was low, nibbling his ear like that. It was making the hair on the back of his neck stand up a little and his thoughts were becoming increasingly less and less honorable and they sure as hell weren't pure.
Ambrose knew he was being a sap, he knew he was letting her get to him. But he always did, it was impossible not to. If she wanted to hear it, OK he could do that.
"All right, but just this once. Marry me."
Yeah the vows said till death do us part and for them that could be hundreds of years, multiple centuries but he meant it and wasn't afraid of the commitment. He was, however, afraid of the ceremony and what Belle might want. Yeah that thought and the possible tux, that scared the crap out of him. But it was only one day, he'd brave it.
Ambrose knew he was being a sap, he knew he was letting her get to him. But he always did, it was impossible not to. If she wanted to hear it, OK he could do that.
"All right, but just this once. Marry me."
Yeah the vows said till death do us part and for them that could be hundreds of years, multiple centuries but he meant it and wasn't afraid of the commitment. He was, however, afraid of the ceremony and what Belle might want. Yeah that thought and the possible tux, that scared the crap out of him. But it was only one day, he'd brave it.
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ysabel grinned at Ambrose. "Once will do," she said, elated to hear the words even if they were drug out of him by coercion.
She stood on tiptoes once more to kiss her vampire enthusiastically. "I thought you'd never ask. Demand. Whatever. The answer is yes, of course! How could I resist?"
It might have been slightly vindictive of her, but Ysabel thought maybe a teeny bit of revenge was in order, for having made her practically beg for those two little words.
"We'll have to start planning it right away. Mother and father will need to know. There are always a ghastly number of invitations to send out. We'll have to book a chapel large enough for several hundred guests."
She paused and looked at Ambrose, whose face had gone somewhat pale. "You don't mind if we have it England do you? They'll want to help organize it of course. Mother loves weddings!"
She held up her fingers, ticking off the important items. "We'll need flowers, and enough cake for everyone... I wonder if that Frenchman, Pierre, is still alive. He made the best pastries. Do you think we should have a traditional ceremony, or should we write our own vows?"
Ysabel paused and looked at Ambrose's face with repressed glee, noting its waxen, expressionless appearance. "Hmm, no, best not. I'm not sure the Queen would approve of cowboy slang. People don't 'git hitched' in England."
She felt Ambrose slipping away as he sank down onto the edge of the fountain, bewildered and pale. Unable to suppress a soft laugh Ysabel perched on his lap, taking his face in her hands and peering at him in concern. "Ambrose? Amber? I'm just joking. It's all right."
She pulled back and looked at him wide-eyed. "I mean, the Queen probably won't be there."
Ysabel flashed a little grin at him. She didn't care if they even had a ceremony. Just the fact that he wanted to stay with her and was willing to marry her to prove it... well, that was all she had wanted to hear. It was a female thing, perhaps.
((ooc: Ambrose's reactions granted.))
She stood on tiptoes once more to kiss her vampire enthusiastically. "I thought you'd never ask. Demand. Whatever. The answer is yes, of course! How could I resist?"
It might have been slightly vindictive of her, but Ysabel thought maybe a teeny bit of revenge was in order, for having made her practically beg for those two little words.
"We'll have to start planning it right away. Mother and father will need to know. There are always a ghastly number of invitations to send out. We'll have to book a chapel large enough for several hundred guests."
She paused and looked at Ambrose, whose face had gone somewhat pale. "You don't mind if we have it England do you? They'll want to help organize it of course. Mother loves weddings!"
She held up her fingers, ticking off the important items. "We'll need flowers, and enough cake for everyone... I wonder if that Frenchman, Pierre, is still alive. He made the best pastries. Do you think we should have a traditional ceremony, or should we write our own vows?"
Ysabel paused and looked at Ambrose's face with repressed glee, noting its waxen, expressionless appearance. "Hmm, no, best not. I'm not sure the Queen would approve of cowboy slang. People don't 'git hitched' in England."
She felt Ambrose slipping away as he sank down onto the edge of the fountain, bewildered and pale. Unable to suppress a soft laugh Ysabel perched on his lap, taking his face in her hands and peering at him in concern. "Ambrose? Amber? I'm just joking. It's all right."
She pulled back and looked at him wide-eyed. "I mean, the Queen probably won't be there."
Ysabel flashed a little grin at him. She didn't care if they even had a ceremony. Just the fact that he wanted to stay with her and was willing to marry her to prove it... well, that was all she had wanted to hear. It was a female thing, perhaps.
((ooc: Ambrose's reactions granted.))
Ambrose
12 years ago
Several hundred? England? Queen? Was it too late to unask her? Ambrose had been willing to brave a tux and some stodgy old minister but this was getting to be a lot. Too much. -Way- too much and too fast. He didn't even -know- several hundred people!
Ambrose had the distinct feeling that he had been very effectively been out maneuvered. There was a good possibility that Belle had been planning this behind his back for a while now. He shook his head trying to clear it and looked back up at his... er... fiancee? Yeah not using that word again. But the color refused to come back into his face.
"What ever you want... we'll make it work."
He managed to croak out. Swallowing hard he tried to get his head on straight. He smiled weakly as he wrapped his arms around her. Having her on his lap helped. Yeah it would be worth it, even if it lasted a week or if she planed a month worth of events it would be worth it.
"You're sure you don't want a square dance or a hoe down or something rustic?"
He managed to joke back.
Ambrose had the distinct feeling that he had been very effectively been out maneuvered. There was a good possibility that Belle had been planning this behind his back for a while now. He shook his head trying to clear it and looked back up at his... er... fiancee? Yeah not using that word again. But the color refused to come back into his face.
"What ever you want... we'll make it work."
He managed to croak out. Swallowing hard he tried to get his head on straight. He smiled weakly as he wrapped his arms around her. Having her on his lap helped. Yeah it would be worth it, even if it lasted a week or if she planed a month worth of events it would be worth it.
"You're sure you don't want a square dance or a hoe down or something rustic?"
He managed to joke back.
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ysabel wasn't sure Ambrose quite grasped that she really had been joking. He wrapped his arms around her, still looking wan, and responded with a cowboy joke. She smiled.
"Is that how they did it out west? I don't think fringed leather is my style."
She ran her fingers gently through his hair, mussing it slightly, and snuggled close to him.
"I was thinking a little piece of paper with our names on it would suffice," she admitted. "That way it's legal. I don't need a ceremony."
It was a big concession from Ysabel; her whole upbringing had revolved around formalities and ceremonies, and she continued that role in her Order even now. The words were heartfelt though; she didn't require a ceremony to prove Ambrose was hers and she his. She was fine with things the way they were.
"Is that how they did it out west? I don't think fringed leather is my style."
She ran her fingers gently through his hair, mussing it slightly, and snuggled close to him.
"I was thinking a little piece of paper with our names on it would suffice," she admitted. "That way it's legal. I don't need a ceremony."
It was a big concession from Ysabel; her whole upbringing had revolved around formalities and ceremonies, and she continued that role in her Order even now. The words were heartfelt though; she didn't require a ceremony to prove Ambrose was hers and she his. She was fine with things the way they were.
Ambrose
12 years ago
"Gingham." Ambrose said absently. "No leather fringe for you... maybe the honeymoon if you wanted though."
Now that was something Ambrose might enjoy and he let himself toy with the idea for a bit.
"It was an excuse for a party. There wasn't always a lot to celebrate, especially in a rough year. See people from neighboring farms and ranches you didn't see often."
Ambrose sat still, passively, letting Ysabel toy with his hair. It was a light touch and something he very much enjoyed, although he'd never admit that. He was a little lost in her touch when she said just a piece of paper and he looked up sharply.
"How about a compromise? I think we can do better than a piece of paper but maybe we can keep the guest list from sky rocketing."
There should be some kind of celebration, it was a big deal after all. Even Ambrose understood that and he knew that it would mean something to Ysabel to have the ceremony. He wanted her to have that, even if it was on a semi small scale.
Now that was something Ambrose might enjoy and he let himself toy with the idea for a bit.
"It was an excuse for a party. There wasn't always a lot to celebrate, especially in a rough year. See people from neighboring farms and ranches you didn't see often."
Ambrose sat still, passively, letting Ysabel toy with his hair. It was a light touch and something he very much enjoyed, although he'd never admit that. He was a little lost in her touch when she said just a piece of paper and he looked up sharply.
"How about a compromise? I think we can do better than a piece of paper but maybe we can keep the guest list from sky rocketing."
There should be some kind of celebration, it was a big deal after all. Even Ambrose understood that and he knew that it would mean something to Ysabel to have the ceremony. He wanted her to have that, even if it was on a semi small scale.
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ysabel repressed a grimace of distaste at either idea; gingham or leather fringe. Completely not her thing. But, she reminded herself, Ambrose was playing her game. It was only fair to play his. Maybe she could dress that way... if he really wanted... just once. In private.
His compromise made her smile. "Something small," she agreed. "Your family, and mine."
Her smile faded momentarily as she thought of Dayle, off alone who knew where doing who knew what. Her twin had always marched to the beat of her own drum though. It pained Ysabel to not have any contact with her for the first time in centuries, but she could never tie Dayle down.
Ysabel dismissed thoughts of her twin with some difficulty; tonight was not the night for maudlin thoughts and depressing memories. Tonight was special. She held Ambrose tightly and kissed his cheek softly, making a trail down to his jaw, then to the side of his neck.
"I don't suppose, now that the trauma is over," she said with a playful little smile, "you might care to take your betrothed someplace more... appropriate for a little celebration?"
She let him mull that over for a moment before joking with him again. "Say, the opera perhaps? Or the symphony?"
His compromise made her smile. "Something small," she agreed. "Your family, and mine."
Her smile faded momentarily as she thought of Dayle, off alone who knew where doing who knew what. Her twin had always marched to the beat of her own drum though. It pained Ysabel to not have any contact with her for the first time in centuries, but she could never tie Dayle down.
Ysabel dismissed thoughts of her twin with some difficulty; tonight was not the night for maudlin thoughts and depressing memories. Tonight was special. She held Ambrose tightly and kissed his cheek softly, making a trail down to his jaw, then to the side of his neck.
"I don't suppose, now that the trauma is over," she said with a playful little smile, "you might care to take your betrothed someplace more... appropriate for a little celebration?"
She let him mull that over for a moment before joking with him again. "Say, the opera perhaps? Or the symphony?"
Ambrose
12 years ago
"We can even go medium sized if you really want."
Well the small side of medium, but he wasn't going to split hairs right now. There was plenty of time to discuss these details later. Right now he was just relieved that the huge plans had been a joke.
Her kisses and suggestion, well the serious one, were met enthusiastically. Ambrose stood, scooping Belle up with him and growled an answer.
"If you really want to put on a show we can do the opera. But for our celebration home is going to be best."
Happily carrying Belle he got them back to the truck and home as fast as he could. Not once relying on his care or obeying the speed limit.
((OOC... both out))
Well the small side of medium, but he wasn't going to split hairs right now. There was plenty of time to discuss these details later. Right now he was just relieved that the huge plans had been a joke.
Her kisses and suggestion, well the serious one, were met enthusiastically. Ambrose stood, scooping Belle up with him and growled an answer.
"If you really want to put on a show we can do the opera. But for our celebration home is going to be best."
Happily carrying Belle he got them back to the truck and home as fast as he could. Not once relying on his care or obeying the speed limit.
((OOC... both out))