Angel Of Paris

04 ~ Handsome Capture

Angelique struggled against the grasp of her capture. She tried to wriggle and wiggle out of his grip, but he was strong and was able to hold her still. The man just chuckled at her actions.

"Awe, how adorable," He cooed mockingly. Angelique narrowed her eyes behind her hood. That was the last straw. She brought her knee up to his crotch with such a force, making him gasp in pain and loosen his grip on her wrists ever so slightly. She was able to shoved him away from her and as he stumbled back he tripped on some fabric that was laying on the ground making him land with a 'thud' on the cobblestone floor on his back while he held his crotch trying to ease the pain.

Angelique took a shaky breath before she noticed the knife that she had in her hand mere moments ago by the handsome man's head- the man seemed too in pain to notice it- she quickly rushed to grab it but the emerald eyed man grabbed her first by the waist pulling her down to his level, shoving her to the ground underneath him. Both were breathing heavily onto one another. For a second, she saw something in his eyes change. He seemed astonished.

"So beautiful..." He mumbled out. That's when Angelique noticed the hood of her cloak had fallen down exposing her facial features, now the man saw her pale skin he would compare it to porcelain, heart shaped face that seemed so squishable, her golden locks that flowed around them both only making them focus on each other, but what he couldn't look away from was her eyes, her gorgeous glowing eyes, one seemed almost like liquid gold and the other a stunning deep blue, like the deepest darkest depths of the ocean. His breath was gone as he stared at the woman underneath him, a goddess in his eyes.

Angelique saw he was distracted by her appearance. She took that as her chance. She locked ankles with his, and she tightened her thighs around his waist before flipping them both, his back coming into contact with the ground with another smack and her on top. They both took a gasp of shock. If someone heard it from outside, they would have thought the most unholy thoughts. This time, she managed to grab the knife that was still laying by his head and raise it to his throat. Both were still breathing heavily onto one another.

"I-i don't mean any harm.." Angelique stutters as she has never spoken to a stranger, much less a handsome one.

"Says the one who has a knife to my throat!" The man exclaims. He wriggled underneath her, only making himself groan in pleasure, Angelique's cheeks heated up at the sudden erotic sound.

"W-well, I wouldn't have a knife to your throat if you didn't startled me by grabbing me!" She shot back at him.

The man scoffs. "Well, I wouldn't have startled or grabbed you if you didn't enter my tent!"

Angelique narrowed her eyes at him and sneered and began to stand up, realising he wasn't going to harm her while she had the upper hand. "Well, I'm sorry! I wasn't really picking which tent I wanted to enter while I was being chased by the guards!" She sarcastically mocks.

"And what has a pretty thing like you done to grab the attention of Claude Frollo's men?" He asks as he leans against the center poll of the tent that Angelique was held up against mear moments ago, he crosses his arms and as he does so his muscles flex with his ever move making Angelique's cheeks heat up even more at the stunning sight.

The handsome man was amused at the sight in front of him. She was a stunning goddess who should have all the confidence in the world, but she really had none, and she got so flustered, which was truly adorable to him. The pale skin of her face heated up, covering it in a pink, making her even more enchanting and even more ravishing under the moons' silver rays. He chuckled.

His chuckle brought her gaze away from his bare torso. She turned her face away from him and went to grab her basket that still lay on the floor by the opening curtains of the tent.

"T-they have a problem with what I do.." She muttered as she turned her back on him. She grabbed her basket and fished through it, making sure nothing had been removed or taken.

"And what is it you do, Mademoiselle?" He questioned. She sighed before turning around and handing him some bread and grapes wrapped up in old cloth, he gentle took the offering, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but before he asked what she was doing she placed a paper symbol on top of the uncovered bread and at the sight of it he gasped and his jaw fell to the floor. It took him a moment before finally looking up to stare at Angelique. "Y-your, y-your-"

"The Angel of Paris? The one and only" She giggled and gave a curtsy. "Its lovely to meet you" when she rose from the curtsy the man had moved closer to her, her eyes widened as he gentle grabbed her hand and raised it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on it.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mademoiselle." He lowered my hand and soon let go completely. She stared at him a moment longer, as well as he.

"I-i must be going now, I have a few more deliveries to make and I'm not sure how much moonlight I have left after....well...you capturing me" Angelique pulled back and giggled while the man blushed and scratched the back out of embarrassment.

"O-oh! I'm so sorry, I thought you were going to steal something, I'm am sincerely sorry, Mademoiselle. " He gave a polite bow. She giggled again.

"That's alright, it's not every night I get to talk to someone new, now if you will excuse me!" She then edge towards the exit to the tent, while the man just stared at her in disbelief, but just before she left she looked over her shoulder and gave the man one of her beautiful sparkling smiles. " Noapte bună Domnule (goodnight sir)" and just like that, she disappeared into the night before the man could react.

"Wow."

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