On The Night Of Passionate Vows

            Episode 37... Chapter 8... Don't the fans just love that beautiful love scene? Yes, we do. We picture that scene over and over again in our minds before going to sleep, we love writing fanfictions, drawing fanarts about it, and so in the end some of us end up creating their own versions. That's exactly what I'll do right now. I'll kinda mix the manga and anime versions, add up some extra stuff out of my own imagination and I'll center the flow of the events, moves, dialogues, emotions, basically everything on Oscar's psychology in the way I image it. I'm sorry but I can't help it. She's my absolute favorite character.
            However, I must warn you that this is a fanfic with a lot of adult themes and graphic description. So you should only read this if you're over or exactly 18 years of age.
            The characters obviously don't belong to me. They are the property of Riyoko Ikeda and Tokyo Movie Shinsa. As you will notice, most the dialogues are originals taken from the anime or the manga. They have been copied from GinRei's and Araya's translations.
            I would like to thank my mom and Eda for reading this first and most of all to Toni for giving me very helpful advice and correcting my horrible grammar mistakes ^^;; And also, thank you all readers! If you want to comment on my fic, you can email me or if you are a member of the LadyOscar.com forums, you can post your comments on this thread where you can also read my intro. I recommend you to read it as it will help you understand my reasoning better.

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            "Commander! I have a report from Colonel Dagout!" said Alain with a formal soldier voice loud enough to be heard from the stair case of the Jarjeyes mansion where Oscar, André and General Jarjeyes stood, listening to him with an expression of anxiety.
            "There was an order from headquarters: 'At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, the French Guards Company B shall be equipped itself and advance to Le Palais des Tuileries. Suppress the armed rioters in cooperation with other regiments.'"
            There was a brief silence. Then Oscar spoke slowly, almost as if she was talking to herself.
            "It finally came, then..."
            "Indeed, Commander," said Alain keeping his formal voice.
            "Thanks. Go on back to barracks. I'll soon follow," said Oscar and Alain left with his men after giving a military salute.
            Oscar turned her back and left to her room with quick steady steps. Before André could follow her, General Jarjeyes called his name.
            "André... I'll be dispatched, too, sooner or later." He paused, then continued.
            "There's a chance that we'll never meet again."
            "Yes..." André said hesitantly. General Jarjeyes looked up to the ceiling, turning slowly from André and facing the walls.
            "I just want to tell you one thing. If you were a noble, I definitely would have allowed you to marry Oscar. No, I'd have blessed you with all my heart!"
            André remained silent. What could he have said really?
            General Jarjeyes walked close to André and held him from the shoulders, ready to bid him a manly farewell.
            "Don't die, André. Promise me that you'll come back!" he said with a slightly trembling voice.
            "Of course, master!" André suddenly cheered up. Of course he wouldn't die!


            Oscar was standing in front of her room as if she was incapable of going inside.
            That was it! The order had arrived. This was the beginning of the battle and there was no turning back. It suddenly occurred to her that if she entered her room that might have been the last time she'd do it. There was a possibility that she might not return to this house again. She quickly pushed aside these thoughts. Sure, she was going to the battle. But what about...
            "André!" Oscar realized that André was on the stairs. His name had fallen out of her mouth very suddenly but still in a calm tone. André stopped in the middle of the staircase and looked at her.
            "I'd like to have a word with you," said Oscar and entered her room. André followed her without saying a word.
            Now it was Oscar's turn to talk to the walls. She just couldn't face him. It was as though she was going blind and couldn't tell where André was standing.
            "You've got nerve to deceive me all this time."
            André couldn't understand what she was talking about at first but expected something serious to follow.
            "Your right eye. I heard from Dr. Lassone. You're nearly blind, aren't you?"
            'That's serious enough,' thought André but didn't say anything.
            "I can't take you to Paris tomorrow. You stay here and I'll go back to the barracks alone."
            Still no answer.
            "Please do, André. Nothing should happen to you." Oscar was getting desperate.
            She turned to the wide-open window with the curtains floating in the summer breeze. It was already dark outside even though they were in July.
            Oscar heard André take a breath before talking.
            I'll go with you, Oscar. Like I always did, and I always will. I'm always with you."
            Oscar closed her eyes. There! He had said what she feared the most. She couldn't stand facing away from him anymore and turned to André with a quick spin. There was a long enough silence to change the subject.
            "André... I'm powerless... I couldn't even protect my own men. I was exempt from punishment thanks to Lady Antoinette's compassion. I escaped Father's sword thanks to your help. I can't do anything just by myself. I'm only a human being who wants someone to depend on, to support me, and to indulge my heart's desires always."
            Every word she spoke tore her heart leaving a knot in her throat. She was finally putting these poisonous thoughts she had in her mind for a long time into words. Just before she continued with saying what she really intended, she realized once again that she could tell André anything. She could even reveal her ugly side to him. He was someone she could confide in. No! He was the only one!
            The knot in her throat was putting pressure on her eyes which were determined not to let out a single tear. They were getting weak and couldn't stare at the floor any longer. Oscar held her head up and looked at André right in the eye.
            "Yet... Do you still love me?"
            André's face wore a sad expression.
            "Yes..." he answered quietly.
            Oscar's eyes lost the battle. Two tears rolled down her cheeks. Before the knot in her throat gave way to uncontrollable sobs, she managed to say the words that lingered on the tip of her tongue.
            "I love you too, André!"
            She was crying. She didn't feel the need to cover her face with her hands. There she stood with her true self. She wasn't wearing masks anymore. She wasn't pretending to be anything that she wasn't. She was so honest, so sincere, so real and so feminine...
            "With all my heart, I love you!"
            André stood there thunder-stricken. His brain couldn't take in what he had just heard. A feeling in his heart that had been long asleep was waking up but he still couldn't believe what he heard until the image of a sobbing Oscar became clearer. He couldn't stand seeing Oscar in pain. But she kept on among her sobs.
            "Will you love me, only me for the rest of your life? Do you promise to love only me for your entire life? Do you promise?"
            André couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to hold his beloved tight, wiping off her tears and never letting go of her anymore. There was nothing to stop him. He threw himself to her, arms wide open. He embraced her in his warmth. He leaned his face against hers. Their tears became one.
            "Must I say it a thousand times? Or even a million times? My words will still be the same," said André, out of breath. Oscar wrapped her arms around him and looked into his blue-green eyes, glowing with love in the moonlight reflected on their surface wet with tears.
            In front of the open window, before a glorious full moon, their silhouettes moved close to each other, their lips joined together simultaneously. Right on that moment, in a far away place on the universe, a new star was born, somewhere on the earth the sun rose, millions of seedlings all over the world came out of the soil to celebrate the bloom of this love.
            André recognized at once this maddening feeling. He had engraved the taste of Oscar's lips on his memory years ago when he had kissed an unconscious Oscar lying on his lap after a fight at a bar.
            Oscar felt paralyzed under a spell. She couldn't feel the rest of her body. There was something familiar in this kiss. Oscar thought perhaps in a dream she had a long time ago she was kissed by the same supple lips. André's lips were slipping away from hers together with his body. 'No!' Oscar thought. It couldn't have been a dream...
            She grabbed André's shirt and stopped him half-way.
            "Don't leave me!" she said.
            "I'm not leaving you..." whispered André.
            "I want to become your wife, André Grandier... I can't spend one more minute without being your wife!" cried Oscar.
            André froze up in shock. This was a moment that he couldn't even imagine in his wildest dreams. He got down on his knees. His arms were open wide, his palms were pointing at the ceiling as if he was ready to pray to God. He looked at Oscar's face in desperation.
            "You... You want to give yourself entirely to me?" His voice cracked at the end of the sentence.
            Oscar kneeled down opposite him. She took his hands into hers and whispered very softly.
            "Yes..."
            It echoed in André's mind sucking up the energy in his muscles and leaving him unable to move.
            Oscar got up and went to the door to lock it. André's eyes followed her as she reached the door. They scanned her from head to foot. He felt that familiar sensation of desire filling his veins. He got up and drew nearer to her.
            Oscar felt the tip of André's fingers on her shoulders. They grabbed her gently. She heard his breath on the back of her neck. A sudden wave of trembling surrounded her. André's hands were caressing every part of her body. She closed her eyes but the trembling didn't stop.
            "Don't be afraid..." André whispered to her ear.
            Oscar gave a sigh of relief. André would never harm her. He was the only one she could trust with her whole being.
            "I'm yours..." she whispered back.
            André's lips moved to her neck, while his hands gently pulled out Oscar's shirt tucked inside her pants. Oscar held her arms up so that André could take it off. She felt the breeze coming from the open window on her naked chest as the shirt fell on the ground. She covered her breasts with her arms and turned around to face André.
            He was unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a wide torso. He let the shirt drop to the ground, and he slowly took Oscar's arms and lowered them to see her small, subtle breasts. Losing against his desire, he touched them passionately as Oscar let out a gasp. He started massaging them with his chin resting on top of her head. Oscar wrapped her sweating hands around him, pulling him closer to her. She wasn't trembling anymore. On the contrary she was enjoying every second of sensual surrender.
            André slowly moved his hands from Oscar's breasts to her belly. He got behind her and kneeled down as he pulled her pants, underwear and socks down her slender legs. When he reached her feet, Oscar lifted one foot then another to get out of them. She was completely naked.
            André was standing up while kissing Oscar's legs and hips. His fingers were dancing on her naked body like on the keys of a piano. She felt ticklish as they reached her belly. She tried to suppress her chuckle and just then, before she could know it, André picked her up in the air. He carried her to her bed and placed her very carefully on it, very gently as if she were a crystal statue. He sat on the bed and looked at her whole body adoringly.
            Oscar looked so pure and vulnerable under the moonlight that exposed her feminine curves. André thanked God for letting him see this divine body enough to be fascinated by it. He crawled on her and placed a kiss on her forehead. Then, his lips moved down to her neck, then to her shoulders and stopped at her breasts. His right hand continued downwards following the thin line of hair leading to her bellybutton. Oscar's breath got faster as it went across her belly button to her most intimate area. It found the wet spot between her legs and caressed it to spread the slippery fluid. He moved his lips between her legs and tasted with great delight the most feminine part of her.
            Oscar gasped with the feel of André's kiss on her untouched flower. It was a feeling of pleasure mixed with a sense of security. She closed her eyes as the warmth of his breath engulfed her. She was sweating all over when he removed his lips and stood up to undress completely. She pulled her knees up to keep warm as the cool summer breeze was slowly replacing the heat of André's body. With a shaky sigh, she opened her eyes to find him naked. He sat on the side of the bed, held his left hand vertically and placed it between her knees. Oscar slowly spread her legs, leading him the passage to her womanhood. André leaned over her. With one hand he took her palm into his and with the other he held his organ ready to enter her. He looked at her, waiting for her permission. Oscar with a gentle smile on her face nodded slightly. André held her hand tight and pushed his organ through the narrow opening. He looked away from Oscar in order not to see her face twitch in pain. 'It's going to be over soon. Please, bear it a little more, Oscar!' André repeated to himself.
            And it was over. He was completely inside her.
            Oscar's face unwound. She turned to face André. They were both out of breath.
            "We have become one..." she said in a husky voice.
            André sighed deeply and two teardrops fell from his eyes to Oscar's serene face.


            André woke up with a shiver by the sudden gust of wind. He opened his eyes to see the curtains floating vigorously in the wind coming from the open window. It had stayed open all night. Now the sky was a little brighter than the last time he woke up approximately one hour ago. He almost hadn't slept at all that night. Occasionally, he had dozed off while listening to the rhythmic breathing of the figure lying next to him.
            Oscar pulled the covers to her without opening her eyes.
            'She must have had been cold from the fresh morning air filling the room,' André thought. He cuddled up to her closely to keep her warm.
            Oscar opened her eyes slowly. The first thing she saw was André's hand resting on hers next to her face. She remembered what had happened the night before and quickly turned to face André to make sure it wasn't just a dream. She found André looking at her with a smile on his face. But his eyes were empty and looking far away.
            Oscar's heart sank. She kept looking at him hoping that she was the one who couldn't focus correctly. But André's expression was so happy. It was the happiest Oscar had ever seen him looking. She put one hand on his cheek and put a kiss on André's mouth. He responded by pulling her closer in his warm embrace. His lips took over hers and he pushed her slowly flat on her back to attain his position. She surrendered her body once again to the man she loved. They made love under the covers with soft murmurs until their love ritual came to a climax.
            Oscar was stroking André's hair as she saw a faint ray of sun coming into the room. She got up from the bed and walked to the open window and leaned on the shutter. The sun was about to rise. André followed her and embraced her naked body from behind with his strong arms. Together, they watched the sun rise.
            Oscar noticed a dove flying alone in the morning sky. It flew towards the Jarjeyes Mansion, reduced altitude and landed on the railing of the balcony outside Oscar's room, very close to the new couple. It was pure white and somehow looked noble and peaceful. It turned its little head to André and Oscar and took off suddenly as if it didn't want to interrupt anything.
            "I'm happy to be born," said Oscar as she watched the dove fly away. She didn't know that it would be the one to lead her to André in heaven.


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