Northern Winds

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, plot or anything else related to Chocolat in this harmless little fic. Don't sue!

Author's Note: A bit of Chocolat smut for the masses, since there isn’t nearly enough of it out there! At least of the Vianne/Roux kind, anyway!

Summary: The clever north wind returns, troubling Vianne. Roux decides to...take her mind off things ;)

Enjoy!

Northern Winds

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Vianne worked restlessly in the kitchen of the Chocolaterie, grinding and mixing, stirring, always moving. Outside, the late afternoon wind was cold. It battered and howled at the building. She could hear the sign outside squeaking on its hinges.

Almost furiously, she threw herself into her work, blowing away a piece of stray hair that had fallen from the kerchief around her head. Studiously, she ignored the racket outside, concentrating only on the task before her. In the weeks since Roux had arrived back at Lansquenet, business at the small Chocolaterie had boomed. However, with a lack of help on hand, (Josephine had her café to worry about) Vianne found herself I the kitchen much more than usual.

She, however, knew the reasons for that weren’t that simple.

The clever north wind had returned, bringing with it a host of anxiety that Vianne was trying her best to shrug off.

So she worked.

And worked.

And so caught up with what she was doing, she was unknowingly neglecting those around her.

Vianne was occupied with a rolling pin crusing cocoa beans in preparation for ner newest batch of chocolates, and started violently when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, a firm body pressed against her back, and a light kiss was pressed into the crook of her neck.

“Roux!” she cried, indignant, trying to shrug him off as he kissed her again.

He only made a low noise of contentment in reply, burying his face into her neck and nipping her lightly. His hands stroked seductively over her hips as he continued to press light kisses to her skin, which she suddenly felt was very warm. It took him a moment to realize that she was blushing.

She tried to cover the effect his affections were having on her by scolding him. “Roux, I have to finish…” Her sentence ended abruptly as Roux grabbed hold of her firmly and whirled her about so she was facing him. She gaped. He had a cocky Irish grin on his face as he grasped her waist, one side of his lips lifted cheekily and his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. He was stroking her side in a sedcutive manner, and she studiously tried to ignore his stare and fight down the red she felt on her cheeks. Why in the world was she blushing? It wasn’t like they’d never…

She cut off those thoughts abruptly before she became heated in a far different way. No, now was not the time.

“What do you want?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him. He wore a deep blue shirt, completely unbuttoned, with a white undershirt beneath it, exposing the top part of his tanned chest where a thin silver chain lay nestled. She stood in her choclate-covered baking clothes, complete with an apron smudged with various sweet ingredients and a kerchief to keep her hair at bay.

He returned the look playfully. “I was only wonderin' what you're doin’ in ‘ere all alone. Again.” He empahsized the last word, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“I’m working, Roux,” she told him seriously, but he didn’t miss the small glance she made to the single window in the room, nor did he fail to notice how it rattled impatiently with the wind.

“Well, 'ow about a break? Ye haven’t had one all day,” he fixed her with his dark eyes that spoke of his concern.

Vianne looked at him and sighed in defeat. “Oh, Roux…I-” she cut herself off, shaking her head. “Look at me, I’m covered in chocolate.” She attempted a smile stared down at her hands, which indeed were covered in dark, rich chocolate.

Just the way Roux liked it.

Before Vianne could make any moved towards the sink, she found herself in the river rat’s clutches, one of his arms wound around her back and his right hand holding her left wrist gently.

“I don’t mind,” he said, and took one of her chocolate-coated fingers into his mouth and sucked on it lightly.

Vianne could have sworn she blushed again, but tried to keep it hidden by ducking her head. She hadn’t been this bashful with him in ages, but she was almost afraid that he knew what she was thinking.

Of course, Roux noticed almost everything, including the redness in her cheeks.

Releasing her hand, he bent his head down to her ear, whispering lightly.

“I still love it when ye blush,” he told her with a smirk she didn’t see.

Vianne lifted her eyes to his, trying to look quite unimpressed with his comment. He may like it when she blushed, but she certainly didn’t!

He paused then, pulling back to lean his forehead against hers. Their eyes locked and for a moment they stood in silence, one of his hands founding its way to her cheek and caressing it lightly. And then her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips pressing insistently upon her own as his hand sank his hand into her dark, wavy hair, pulling the kerchief from her head and letting it fall to the floor.

Vianne immediately broke away from the kiss. “Roux!” She pulled away quickly, a scowl on her face as she moved away from his embrace to retrieve the kerchief. It was one of her favourites and she didn't want it dirty.

Roux beat her to it however, snatching up the coloured cloth before she could get her hands on it and depositing it on the counter out of her reach. The cocky smile resumed.

“I noticed that whenever ye call my name, ye seem to be scoldin’ me,” he commented nonchalantly, stepping forward until there was less than a foot of space between them and he seemed to tower over her. “You’ve been tense lately. What’s been botherin’ ye?”

“There’s a lot on my mind,” Vianne responded evenly.

“Clearly too much,” he agreed. There was a crackling heat that seemed to radiate like a furnace in the sparse gap between the two of them, and he nearly pounced upon her, taking her firmly into his embrace. She could feel his breath on her lips before they brushed hers, then again. There would be no escape this time. She fell into his embrace; eyes closed and returned it the kiss, lips parting against his. Pressing against her, Roux pulled her closer, deepening the kiss until she felt herself melting against his body.

Tentatively, then, as if afraid she would pull away, his tongue traced the inner part of her lips, exploring and tasting. Roux tasted sweetly of chocolate as his tongue touched hers and he exhaled into her mouth with a groan, clearly wanting more.

He pressed his hand to the back of her neck, massaging the skin there as his lips sought hers in an almost desperate plight. Vianne kissed him back as fervently as she could, sliding her hands up his back and into his hair, drawing him closer, not caring that they were still covered in chocolate. Roux didn’t seem to mind either.

Suddenly and without breaking the kiss, he turned them both, moving forward until Vianne’s back was pressed against the wall of the kitchen. Then he broke away from her lips, trailing hot kisses along her jaw and to her neck, a favourite spot of his where he could feel her pulse beneath his lips and hear her ragged breath in his ear. He pushed her firmly against the wall, pinning her with his body.

However, with her lips unoccupied, Vianne seemed to regain the coherency to speak. As Roux pressed insistently against her, her body ablaze wherever he stroked his hand or touched her skin, she managed to speak.

“Wait,” she gasped softly. “Where’s Anouk?”

Pausing in his actions, Roux lifted his head to answer. “Gone out to play with the other kiddies, since ye’ve been so busy,” he told her, leaning in to kiss her again.

Vianne turned her head so his lips touched her cheek. “My customers…” she started.

“I took the liberty of hangin’ the closed sign up,” Roux explained with a smirk, and lifted a hand to cradle her head, forcing her to look at him. “It’s just you and me,” he told her huskily her before ducking down to kiss her, revelling in the feeling of her soft lips beneath his own.

Vianne exhaled deeply through her nose, the world seemingly melting away with each passionate kiss Roux bestowed on her. For a brief moment, she forgot everything. Her hands trailed over shoulders and onto his heated chest, before sliding down further and further…

She stopped.

“We can’t…” she spoke beneath his lips, breaking contact for the third time. She gently pushed him away.

Suppressing a groan, Roux nodded. “I know,” he agreed mournfully. Not in the kitchen. He’d been told that before.

Quickly, Vianne began undoing her apron, and Roux quickly slipped behind her to loosen the strings for her. She sighed in thanks, pulling it over her head, barely managing to toss it onto a stool before he had grabbed her by the hand and was tugging her insistently from the kitchen.

He kissed her several times as they stumbled up the stairs, just to uphold the contact between them. And when they made it to the bedroom, Roux pulled her inside before whirling around to lock the door with deft fingers. Just to be sure of no interruptions, of course. When he turned back, they seemed to come together with a magnetic force, Vianne wrapping her arms firmly around his neck as they shared another kiss. This time, it was almost desperate. From upstairs, the rattling of the wind was much louder, and it howled now as if it were a neglected child.

Reaching up, Roux detached Vianne’s arms from around him to shrug off his open shirt, still engaged in the kiss. As soon as it fell to the floor, she was stroking her hands along his back and arms. His skin was so warm; there was an inexplicable need to feel it against hers.

As if reading her thoughts, Roux gave her one last delicious kiss, nipping lightly on her bottom lip, before pulling away. Then, they began the hurried task of de-clothing each other, which wasn’t a hard affair when one such as Roux was involved.

Deftly, his long, nimble fingers unbuttoned her blouse, and as he slipped it off her shoulders, he couldn’t help but be tempted by the exposed flesh and kissed the tops of her breasts lightly. Piece by piece, their clothes dropped to the floor until the cool air of the room caressed their bare flesh.

“It’s been too long,” Roux nearly moaned, bringing Vianne in his arms again, his hands caressing the smooth skin of her back as he pressed small kisses to her face. Goosepimples had risen on her skin.

Vianne arched an eyebrow at him. “Four days?” she murmured, amused.

He caught her lips again, crushing her against him as if trying to kiss the very air from her lungs.

“Too long,” he groaned, hands sliding over her sides to the lovely curve of her hips.

That was one of the many things Roux loved about Vianne, her figure. It wasn’t that he just admired it (he did greatly), it was that she wasn’t stick thin, and didn’t seem to want to be. And that was fine with him, as the more of her that was there to touch and caress, the better.

Vianne nearly yelped as Roux’s hands settled on her behind, pulling their hips together tightly, his hard arousal throbbing against her stomach. His mouth descended on hers, as hot and passionate as it had been moments before. She couldn’t help the small moan that crept up her throat, a need growing inside her. She could feel herself become hot and moist. Too long, her mind thought, agreeing, and her stomach tightened in anticipation. Her hands caressed Roux as his mouth traveled down along her neck, her fingers deftly untying the scrap of string keeping his dark hair in its small ponytail. It fell about his face, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Smiling, Vianne ran her fingers through his hair, moaning as he licked a line up her neck and blew air on her flesh, causing her nipples to rise under his hands. Her hand wandered down his back, touching and caressing. His skin was soft, almost hot to the touch, but she could feel hard muscle beneath as he moved, like velvet pulled tight over steel.

Roux’s teeth nipped lightly at her collar, his hair tickling her neck. He moved suddenly, head coming up to capture her lips again, and she moaned with approval, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her hands in his silky hair. Strong arms wound securely around her, and Vianne shrieked, startled, when he hauled her up into his arms. As slight as he might have been, he was also wiry with whipcord muscle. She couldn’t stop a delighted laugh as carried her to the bed.

“Roux!” She smiled as he lowered her down onto the mattress, hovering above her with one knee on the bed. “What’s gotten into you?”

Roux didn’t respond, but leaned down to kiss her eagerly, running his tongue gently across her lips. As she opened her mouth willingly, he deepened the kiss and moved onto the bed fully. Gently, he nudged her legs apart and settled between them, still holding himself above her. He ran one hand down the outside of her thigh as they broke off for air, panting lightly. He was growing harder by the moment, and the sight of her flushed beneath him only made it worse. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself slightly.

“There’s been somethin’ on your mind,” he said, referring to their earlier conversation. He trailed his hand absently over her hip and then upwards.

Vianne pressed a kiss to his chin, smiling. “I’ve been—” she started, but was cut off quickly.

“You’ve only been busy because you’ve wanted to be,” he told her, nestling his face in the crook of her shoulder and exhaling deeply. “I’ve a feeling I know why,” he murmured.

Vianne froze, her heart skipping a beat. She turned her head to look at him then, eyes uncertain. Roux lifted his head and their gazes locked. Of course, Roux had known, she would have been underestimating him if she didn’t. But what I am to do about it, Vianne wondered to herself, staring at her lover. Sighing, she moved to kiss him, one arm snaking around his neck as the other settled over his back. She seemed to be filled with a sort of desperation, and it poured out from her as she pulled Roux tighter, and he responded in kind.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed against his lips when they parted.

He smiled, not that devious smirk that made her insides melt, but the adorable smile that lit up his dark eyes and made her knees go weak and her heart soar. It was just as well she was lying down. He moved down then, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in his wake. He lavished attention on her breasts, her two perfect breasts with pink nipples that hardened like pebbles under his talented lips and fingers. She muffled moans of delight as he kneaded and licked, squeezing her eyes shut in ecstasy. Roux was swirled his tongue around the nubs, and each action made her blood race quicker and the throbbing between her legs deepen.

He moved down yet again, his strong arms braced on either side of her body as he licked and sucked his way from her breasts to her stomach, where he paused. Breathing deeply, she looked down at him. Something in the way he was positioned with his body between her thighs and his mouth hovering above her abdomen was intesely arousing.

He kissed her just below her belly button before resting a hand on her thigh and nudging them further apart.

Vianne watched, her eyes hooded, as he dipped his head between her legs, where she could feel his hot breath ghosting over her curls. He gave her that feline, predatory smirk again, the on that made her heart pound even faster, before gently grabbing hold of her hips to keep her in place. The first touch of his mouth against her wet, aroused flesh made her gasp and bite her lip. Immediately, there was a rush of wentness between her legs. He pressed his tongue up against her, teasing her nub and then sliding down inside her. She inhaled deeply, tangling her hands into the covers of the bed and straining her hips against his mouth with each dip.

“Oh, Roux!” his name, a half-moan, broke from her lips as his lips curled around the small nub, his tongue working in small, diligent strokes. She stifled another cry against her hand, tossing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut with the sweet minstrations. Her body tightened, knotting with frantic need. The soft sounds she was trying keep from spilling from her lips turned into cries as Roux’s mouth worked against her, teasing her to climax.

Tension built within her, sending her soaring higher and higher and driving her mad with lust and craving. She was aware only of Roux’s hot tongue lapping at her centre, and the indescribable, searing pleasure pooling deep inside her. It spread to a blinding light that consumed her every twitching muscle and nerve ruthlessly. Seeking the only thing she felt could contain her, Vianne arched and grabbed at Roux’s head, fingers curling into his scalp at her body tensed as tight as a bow. Then all at once, there was an incredible explosion inside her.

“Roux!” she cried his name at the height of this ecstasy, tremors of liquid hot passion coursed through her body, soaking her entirely in an immeasurable satisfaction. Roux continued to lap at her nub, drawing the sensations out as long as he could.

After what seemed like an eternity, her body sank back into the bed. She was panting and sweaty, an exhausted smile on her lips and eyes closed. She basked in the after effects as if she were lying on a sunny beach.

Roux crawled up her body to press a slow, languid kiss on her lips, and Vianne could feel his smile. He forced her to taste herself as he swept his tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed him warmly. She wrapped her arms around his body, running her fingers down his spine.

Then they broke the kiss, Vianne’s face still flushed and a familiar lusty glint in Roux’s dark eyes.

She smiled at him, her own eyes twinkling, before swiftly grabbing the unsuspecting man about the shoulders and turning them over on the bed. Their positions were reversed, and Vianne held herself up on one elbow as her other hand shot down to grab the girth of his erection. He inhaled sharply, mouth opening in a mixture of shock and pleasure and eyes widening considerably.

“Mmm, that was wonderful,” she murmured into his ear, stroking his velvet flesh softly.

He watched her straighten, straddling his waist with her hand on his erect length. She began to pump her hand around him softly. “I’m glad,” Roux managed to choke out before a long moan tore from his lips as she let her other hand snake down to caress his balls. He couldn’t remember her ever being so forceful! “Jesus, Vianne…” he moaned her name as she ran her finger over the very tip of his hardened shaft where his seed had already begun to bead.

And then he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t wait any longer, lest he finish off right then and there. And he wanted to be inside her when he came, to feel her body beneath his. He wanted to feel her heat surrounding him as he pounded into her, and then her muscles tighten and clench around him as she came, panting and whimpering in his ear.

With a barely contained growl, he sat up and pulled her back down, crushing his lips to hers fiercely as he pushed her down into the bed. Swiftly, he nudged her legs open and once again settled between them. He nipped at her jaw lightly before pulling back to look into her eyes. Vianne was smiling at him, cheeks rosy and eyes bright.

Roux braced himself above her, his face hovering above hers, his hair tickling her cheeks. She felt him against her entrance, large and hard, and lifted her hips up to meet him, encouraging yet impatient. During their lovemaking, Vianne found herself sometimes restless with Roux’s need to tease and torture until every nerve in her body was wound as tight as a coil, waiting for this one moment. Yet, that was one of the many things she loved about him, his willingness to take the time to extract as much pleasure as he could before releasing them both in an ecstasy that was so beautiful it almost hurt. This time, however, there would be no teasing, his need was simply too great.

Roux licked his lips briefly, eyes sliding shut as he pushed into her, slipping past her opening and going deeper. Vianne breathed deeply, feeling herself stretch to accommodate his hard, throbbing length, a pleasurable fit if there was one. He lay still and hot inside her, and she ached for more. She moved her hips beneath him, one leg wrapping around his slender hips, and Roux groaned, lowering his head to her neck. His hot breath warmed her ear. She clutched him to her, shuddering as he withdrew from her almost completely, and then slid back in at a torturous pace. The resulting deliciously hot friction inside her made her dig her fingers into his back.

Again he withdrew, his lips on her temple with a short exhalation of breath, and again he slid leisurely back inside her. His movements both fed and made her lust stonger. Vianne moaned softly, chewing on her lower lip and tilting her head back to allow his roving mouth to her throat. Roux’s pace was steady, he flexed solidly at his hips, each withdrawal and re-entry quickly becoming a rhythm. Vianne was panting erratically and stifling moans within minutes, but matched him with the rising of her own hips, locking her other leg around his waist and forcing him closer. She arched her back, rising to Roux’s calloused hand as it traveled between her breasts, receiving a deep thrust for her encouragement.

"Moan for me, Vianne..." Roux whispered in her ear, his tone both pleading and authoritative. Vianne loved it, and moaned deeply as he shifted his hips slightly and plunged deeper, hitting a sweet spot.

The fingertips of one hand traced the curves of her breasts, circling her areoles and teasing her nipples. Vianne writhed beneath him, squeezing her eyes shut as he thrust into her over and over. Her tiny whimpers encouraged him, and slipped his arms beneath her back, pulling her tightly to him. The air thickened as sweat slicked their bodies. His mouth dropped back to hers, stifling the moans that spilled freely through her lips. A sudden ripple of pleasure ran along her strained nerves, and she dug her fingers into his loose, silky hair, holding him close. The bed beneath them squeaked in time to Roux’s thrusts, their breathing becoming loud pants and gasps. Blissfully, every stab of Roux’s shaft dragged her closer to the edge of madness. There was always the overwhelming urge to impale herself upon him further, drag him closer and fill herself completely with him.

There was a steady building of tension deep inside her, so marvellous she actually whimpered out loud and clutched his shoulders, pulling them closer if it was possible. Roux pounded into her now, panting harshly, the sound accompanied by the smacking of wet skin against skin as he hit both their marks over and over, the pleasure growing inside her until she was nearly crying out with every movement. Roux snaked an arm between them and ran one slicked finger over her throbbing centre. That was all it took, and she cried out as the wave finally hit and she drowned in liquid hot passion. Pleasure so immense she found herself trembling from the inside out as she pressed her face against Roux’s shoulders, moaning and clinging to him desperately as she shook with climax. As her muscles clamped forcefully around him, trembling and tightening, Roux felt his own climax, dazing him with pleasure, and he released his seed within her with a long moan. He continued thrusting at a lazy pace, emptying himself completly and drawing out both thier orgasms.

Finally, they collapsed against each other, breathing heavily. He pressed his face into her neck, and his hair, now slightly damp, tickled her skin lightly. She lifted a hand to caress his back as she regained her breath and a sudden weariness overcame her. Finally, Roux moved away, propping himself up and sliding slowly from her body. Vianne silently mourned the loss, but revelled in Roux’s touch as he gently brushed a lock of damp hair from her cheek and kissed her lightly.

He all but flopped onto the bed beside her, so that they faced each other on their sides. He slipped an arm beneath her while he fumbled behind him for the blanket and drew it over their sated bodies. Then, he wrapped his other around her back and pulled her to him. Chest to chest.

Roux pressed a kiss to her forehead, glancing down at her face. When he saw her eyes were closed, he allowed himself to rest. Only for a while, of course.

Needless to say, they slept for much of the rest of the day, content in each other’s arms.

Vianne didn’t hear the north wind after that.

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