Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 4, 2008 23:33:11 GMT -5
Song Title: Vulnerable
Song Artist: Roxette
Ship: Esmé and Jerome Squalor
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of the characters or places mentioned herein. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Everywhere I look I see her smile
Her absent-minded eyes
And she has kept me wondering for so long
How this thing could go wrong.
Esmé was standing in front of the full-scale window in the master bedroom, her hands draped protectively over her pregnant belly.
Jerome poked his head through the half-open door, smiling at the sight of his beautiful wife. As she turned and smiled sweetly at him, he felt his face flush.
“Your belly’s gorgeous, darling,” Jerome said, feeling his face grow hotter with those words.
It seems to me that we are both the same
Playing the same game
But as darkness falls this true love falls apart
Into a riddle of her heart.
Esmé left the window and sat down on the bed. She patted an empty spot beside her, indicating to her husband to come join her.
Jerome practically floated across the room and over to her side. The redness in his cheeks deepened as she took his hands and pressed them against her stomach.
“The time is drawing near,” Esmé said, and Jerome was comforted by the fact that she was now blushing as deeply as he was.
“I know,” Jerome replied, and leaned down to kiss his wife on the stomach.
She's so vulnerable, like china in my hands
She's so vulnerable and I don't understand
I could never hurt the one I love
She's all I've got
But she's so vulnerable
Oh so vulnerable.
As Jerome lifted his head, he noticed for the first time that there were tears lingering at the corners of Esmé’s sky-blue eyes.
Smiling a little, Jerome reached over with both hands and gently wiped away Esmé’s tears. “You’re crying again,” he declared.
With a slight sniffle, Esmé nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying in vain to wipe away her tears, only to have fresh ones begin to gather almost immediately.
“Why be sorry, Esmé? I think you look beautiful when you cry.”
Esmé smiled. “Do you really think so?”
“Yes,” Jerome replied, and kissed her on the mouth to prove it.
Days like these no one should be alone
No heart should hide away
Her touch is gently conquering my mind
There's nothing words can say.
Taking Jerome’s face in her hands, Esmé kissed him back. Her tears were the sweetest he had ever tasted, with just a touch of bitterness.
“I love you,” Esmé said. She was looking directly into his eyes as she said it, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. “With all my heart.”
This was the first time she had ever told Jerome that she loved him, and perhaps this was why he believed her. “I love you, too, my darling,” he said, and gently ushered her down onto the bed.
She's colored all the secrets of my soul
I've whispered all my dreams
But just as nighttime falls this vision falls apart
Into a riddle of her heart, yeah.
Slipping one trembling hand up Esmé’s dress, Jerome laid his palm on her belly. It felt so full and so round that he couldn’t help but sigh in utter happiness. It was warm (like her) and firm (like her) and positively endearing (exactly like her).
Smiling down at his wife— who gazed back up at him adoringly —he lifted up her dress and traced a heart with his fingertip around her bellybutton.
Esmé couldn’t help it, and more tears began to spill from her eyes and roll down her cheeks, staining her pillow. She was crying from the pure sweetness of what her husband had just done. Lifting up her hand, she covered his, which was still resting on her belly.
She's so vulnerable, like china in my hands
She's so vulnerable and I don't understand
I could never hurt someone I love
She's all I've got
But she's so vulnerable
Oh so vulnerable.
With his freehand, Jerome reached into his pocket and drew out his handkerchief. Folding over a corner, he wiped away what he could of Esmé’s tears. When they just seemed to keep coming, he simply kissed them away, secretly enjoying the mixed taste they left in his mouth.
“You’re so weird,” Esmé said.
Don't hide your eyes...
Jerome covered his face with his hands and nodded.
Song Artist: Roxette
Ship: Esmé and Jerome Squalor
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of the characters or places mentioned herein. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
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Everywhere I look I see her smile
Her absent-minded eyes
And she has kept me wondering for so long
How this thing could go wrong.
Esmé was standing in front of the full-scale window in the master bedroom, her hands draped protectively over her pregnant belly.
Jerome poked his head through the half-open door, smiling at the sight of his beautiful wife. As she turned and smiled sweetly at him, he felt his face flush.
“Your belly’s gorgeous, darling,” Jerome said, feeling his face grow hotter with those words.
It seems to me that we are both the same
Playing the same game
But as darkness falls this true love falls apart
Into a riddle of her heart.
Esmé left the window and sat down on the bed. She patted an empty spot beside her, indicating to her husband to come join her.
Jerome practically floated across the room and over to her side. The redness in his cheeks deepened as she took his hands and pressed them against her stomach.
“The time is drawing near,” Esmé said, and Jerome was comforted by the fact that she was now blushing as deeply as he was.
“I know,” Jerome replied, and leaned down to kiss his wife on the stomach.
She's so vulnerable, like china in my hands
She's so vulnerable and I don't understand
I could never hurt the one I love
She's all I've got
But she's so vulnerable
Oh so vulnerable.
As Jerome lifted his head, he noticed for the first time that there were tears lingering at the corners of Esmé’s sky-blue eyes.
Smiling a little, Jerome reached over with both hands and gently wiped away Esmé’s tears. “You’re crying again,” he declared.
With a slight sniffle, Esmé nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying in vain to wipe away her tears, only to have fresh ones begin to gather almost immediately.
“Why be sorry, Esmé? I think you look beautiful when you cry.”
Esmé smiled. “Do you really think so?”
“Yes,” Jerome replied, and kissed her on the mouth to prove it.
Days like these no one should be alone
No heart should hide away
Her touch is gently conquering my mind
There's nothing words can say.
Taking Jerome’s face in her hands, Esmé kissed him back. Her tears were the sweetest he had ever tasted, with just a touch of bitterness.
“I love you,” Esmé said. She was looking directly into his eyes as she said it, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. “With all my heart.”
This was the first time she had ever told Jerome that she loved him, and perhaps this was why he believed her. “I love you, too, my darling,” he said, and gently ushered her down onto the bed.
She's colored all the secrets of my soul
I've whispered all my dreams
But just as nighttime falls this vision falls apart
Into a riddle of her heart, yeah.
Slipping one trembling hand up Esmé’s dress, Jerome laid his palm on her belly. It felt so full and so round that he couldn’t help but sigh in utter happiness. It was warm (like her) and firm (like her) and positively endearing (exactly like her).
Smiling down at his wife— who gazed back up at him adoringly —he lifted up her dress and traced a heart with his fingertip around her bellybutton.
Esmé couldn’t help it, and more tears began to spill from her eyes and roll down her cheeks, staining her pillow. She was crying from the pure sweetness of what her husband had just done. Lifting up her hand, she covered his, which was still resting on her belly.
She's so vulnerable, like china in my hands
She's so vulnerable and I don't understand
I could never hurt someone I love
She's all I've got
But she's so vulnerable
Oh so vulnerable.
With his freehand, Jerome reached into his pocket and drew out his handkerchief. Folding over a corner, he wiped away what he could of Esmé’s tears. When they just seemed to keep coming, he simply kissed them away, secretly enjoying the mixed taste they left in his mouth.
“You’re so weird,” Esmé said.
Don't hide your eyes...
Jerome covered his face with his hands and nodded.
The End