l’héure bleue a été signifié pour nous

Click, Clack, Click, Clack, my pearly claws clicked on the tile as me made my way to the door.

“Be there my love”, me whispered as me quietly slid the door open. The rush of the cool dark air ran its fingers over my furs as me languorously slipped down the stairs. The smells of the leaves, grass and smoke from a distant fire tickled my nostrils. The grass was a black velvet carpet spreading towards the trees coated in shadows. It was beautiful. It was the most romantic place in the world.

He was here! He had escaped, as had me! His luxurious pelt matched my own gorgeous lilac and cream His dark locks framed his perfect face and his golden green eyes looked deeply into my azure eyes and He had a single amethyst rose at his feet that me knew was for mes.

“Penelope, my darling Queen”. He leaned forward and gently kissed my upraised slender paw. The butterflies in my tummy had settled down, but now they shuddered with excitement. He leaned forward even further, smiled sweetly at me, causing my heart to run a marathon.

The music of the night was throbbing all around us, the distant hoot of an owl, crickets chirping in the bushes and a solitary song from a night bird. He put his paw out to me and we danced across the lawn, silhouettes in the moonlight, dancing to the sounds of our heartbeats!

Then he leaned down and whispered in French, “ l’héure bleue a été signifié pour nous”

Me smiled and leaned forward and kissed him thoroughly – taking his breath away in one kiss! A kiss that would last forever! And me knew he was the Tom for me forever!

He lips pressed to mine when a weight landed on my back! A Whiney voice in my ear taunted me “Nellie dreams about kissing! Nellie Dreams about kissing!”

Me hates brothers!!!!

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