Grumpy?

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"I think you should send it right back...Hopefully she ends up shreiks worst than you did at the thought of having to deal with me again...and I plan on being extremly rude" he said kissing her forehead.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"You're probably right... I should get it over with," Isabella said. "I just can't believe the nerve of her... I hope you are rude to her; she deserves it. I, however, intend to say as little to her as possible." She kissed him again. "Let me just quickly write back and then we can get back to what we were doing before..." She let go of him and struggled to her feet. She walked slowly over to her desk and grabbed a parchment and quill. She wrote:

Mrs. Rothschild,

I will attend the reading of the will, however, you neglected to tell me what day it is. I do not wish to be in your presence any more than is necessary. If it's not too much trouble, perhaps you could provide me with the details. However, I will be bringing my wonderful, charming, and loving husband, so you're just going to have to deal with it.

Isabella

She finished the letter, then got up again and walked over to the owl, which was still drinking from her glass of milk. She picked up the owl and tied the note around its leg, then went back to the window and released the owl outside. Then she went back and sat next to Voltaire, putting her arms around him. "Now, then, where were we?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"I think you might of been doing this" he paused and kissed her "Or you might of been doing this" he paused again and ran his hands down her back. "Is it ringing any bells?" he said smiling mischievously at her.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Mmmm... yeah... although, I actually think I was doing this..." she said, and she kissed his neck and began unbuttoning his jacket.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Oh yeah... Darn rusty memory of mine" he said sighing as she removed his jacket. Was he upset with her not less than half an hour ago? If he was he didn't care at this particular moment.

[Isabella Rothschild]

She kissed him again, letting all the other troubles fade away with his touch. Unbuttoning his vest and slipping it down his shoulders, she whispered, "If this is what we do after we fight, I think I might not mind a few more fights..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire chuckled as she removed layers of clothing. "I think I can agree..." he felt her hands graze his skin and he cringed a little picturing his Buddha belly hanging out over his belt...that wasn't what he'd call for himself sexy, but he pushed the thought of his mind. He couldn't change it now at this moment.

[Isabella Rothschild]

She kissed him again as she unbuttoned his shirt. Touching his bare skin, she let out a soft sigh. "I'll love you no matter what," she breathed. "Even if you do get fat or lose all your hair... you're still my cuddlemuffin..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

'Loose all my hair?!' the thought made him stiffen. *ahem*
"My father still has his hair and he's near off to a hundred!" he said his eyes widening.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Well, let's hope you do take after him," she teased. "But honestly," she said as she kissed him again, "those things don't matter to me. I love you and that isn't going to ever change." She pulled him closer and ran her hands down his naked back.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire let out a giggle. He loved feeling so wanted with her, but it was a clean and pure feeling. It wasn't because he was winner, or that he had won a large amount of money, and it wasn't because he had dark connections. It was a pure and fantastic feeling of just being wanted and desired for really no other ulterior motives.
"Then, I expect you to believe me that no matter what happens with your hips or waist that I'll think your breath taking?" he asked raising a brow at her as she looked up at him.

[Isabella Rothschild]

She smiled and touched his cheek. "I believe you," she said. "I may not feel attractive, especially now, but when you say I am, you make me feel beautiful." She kissed him deeply.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire let out a ragged breath and said "As long as we agree!" and then....



**we should end it! he's a guy and one track, you can either derail him or we have it fade to black!**