Count Felix Chuffing sauntered onto the balcony, humming a tune in a high pitched tone and giggling every time he went out of tune. Lady Worley sighed with deep and rich contentment at the sight of him. His magnificent and illustrious codpiece seemed to have a magnetic pull on her eyes. His resplendent pink frock and matching pantaloons and their rich shimmery texture she could almost taste from across the room. She swooned slightly as she imagined her lips brushing gently against his shoulder and the ecstatic reverberations of pleasure that it cause the pair.
She took several small gasping breaths, a good indicator her corset was firmly attached. Her exquisite puce gown glowed in the evening light and made her pale powdered skin seem light and ashen. Her wig sat proud and imperious upon her crown of tightly controlled hair.
Count Chuffing paused a moment as he saw her. He removed his gold framed monocle for a moment, not quite believing the vision of shining beauty before him. He replaced it and fairly skipped majestically to perch grandly beside the good Lady on the perfumed parlor bench on which she reclined.
"Hello, my honey covered fig," he whispered charmingly as he embraced her around the waist and his lips probed her delicate apple scented hand.
She shivered in delirious joy as the intimate contact between their two fleshes and so it was a moment before she was able to huskily reply with "Hello to you, my hungry little bumble bee."
He worked his way up arm and to her elbow until suddenly she slid her other hand between his lips and her arm.
"Stop, soulmate, stop! Or I shall be driven mad with passionate desire! My chastity yearns to be broken! When can our bodies at last be joined as one as nature surely intended?"
He immediately looked dejected and miserable as the soft gentle tears began to well up in his eyes.
"Oh, I fear it will never happen, my luscious pearl! My father refuses to even hear of it! I have enjoined him time and again to hear the songs my heart sings for you, but it is to no avail! And today, he has announced I must marry another! I am betrothed!"
With that, the tears began to fall from his eyes like warm April rain. the Lady sat, stunned. How could anyone deny the righteousness of their love?
"There is nothing we can do?"
"Nothing! The date is set for this Saturday! Why must the world conspire against dear Aphrodite?" he said between agonizing wails of despair.
She looked very blank for a moment longer. Then, as a single tear welled up in her eye, she knew what to do.
"My love, my heart. There is only one thing left to us; if we can't be together in this life, we must be together in the next. Fearing the pettiness of the large world I kept this aside, in case we ever would have a need of it."
She withdrew a tiny vial of poison from her bosom. She smiled falteringly.
"Hemlock, by which mighty Socrates' curtain was at last closed."
He looked at it for a moment and then put his head in his hands.
"So it has come finally to this. Conspired against by fate, but finally brought back together by love...and death."
"I love you, Count Chuffing."
"And I you, Lady Worley."
And with that each took a shake of the deadly killer, spread it upon their mouths, and their lips touched, for the first and last time. It was a kiss of a life unfinished, of a love undone. Of the angel of death. As they felt themselves fade away, they felt nothing save for the burning intensity in their hearts, until it, too, was no more. And they passed out of this world, locked in a lovers embrace they had never known in life but would always have in death, passed into a world in which love reigned supreme and nothing ever tore it asunder.
FINIS
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