audette rousseau

Her Hunter companion led the way back towards the cold metal stairs of the fire escape - the glistening city still surrounding them in all of its glory. Audette was wholly oblivious to the turbulent thoughts that lingered within the mind of the man she had found herself enjoying the company of. He was silent as he was broody, that simple aura the only inclination she had that something occupied his thoughts. She hardly queried after it, however, Audette wholly capable of simply enjoying each breathless moment of her life without concern of what the future might hold, immediate or otherwise. Her own attention was rather focused towards lamenting the loss of her now finished drink and the city lights she was content to steal glimpses of over her shoulder. The Frenchwoman was hardly prepared for the man in front of her to abruptly stop within his tracks, her proximity from him was all that kept her from colliding into him as she paused within her own balletic gait. Questioningly, her clove gaze turned upward towards him as he turned to face her, his irises settled upon her with an almost...blank intensity, one that Audette found herself wholly incapable of reading.

The gusty evening wind seemed to whip over the tops of the skyscrapers, throwing her blonde locks askew. The ballerina shivered as the air nipped at her rosy cheeks, only for the wind to dissipate as quickly as it had begun. Audette was entirely unprepared for the sudden movement of the Hunter before her. His fingers reached out towards her, only to brush a wayward lock of hair behind her ear with such striking tenderness. She watched as his brows furrowed with surprise, the Hunter almost seemed to eye his own hand, as if it had somehow betrayed him with an action he had not expected it to make. The very sight of it prompted a feminine giggle upon her lips as Audette offered him a soft word of appreciation. That brief break in silence hardly prompted the man to voice any further syllables, much less spur him to continue leading the way down the metal stares. Rather, Adrien seemed to watch her all the more intensely. The gentle query that left his lips some moments later was...entirely unexpected, even in spite of their altogether pleasant evening. Audette's eyebrows rose in surprise as she blinked up at him, the girl entirely blindsided by the request.

Audette was quick to recover from her astonishment as a small simper fluttered across her sweet heart lips. Her head bobbed in acceptance as her whispered French filled the silence between them. The ballerina stepped forward, her clove irises intently watching him as she waited for him to close the distance between them. She watched as he closed the distance, his hand settling upon her back. How aware Audette was of his fingers, trailing upward along the curvature of her spine, his arm brushing along her arm in the process. Slowly, his hand moved upward towards her neck as he leaned forward and gingerly, Audette's hand reached up, her palm rested gingerly against his chest. She was inattentive to the man's affinity as it swirled to life around them - her gaze far more focused upon those amethyst eyes that looked down at her. She was aware, vaguely, of his hand upon her hip and without hesitation, Audette gave into that gentle coaxing, the ballerina stepping forward and further into his arms.

His lips were wholly tender as they brushed softly against hers, that first kiss almost...fleeting and yet, Audette was inclined to lean into it all the same, her clove irises fluttering closed in the process. That first kiss, however, was quick to lead into a second one, one that held a note of greater confidence then the first and yet, how eager Audette was to return that one, to encourage him onward as he stole a third from her. Her own hand rose, her fingers lingering delicately along his jawline as her petite frame pressed closer towards him, the ballerina entirely content to offer him everything he might desire from her.