Thereza de Soigneux
Military
First Lieutenant
Second in Command to Captain de Etalon
Posts: 233
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Post by Thereza de Soigneux on Feb 15, 2011 12:45:21 GMT -5
There was a flash of something in his deep, nearly-black eyes that caught my attention if only for the sheer surprise of it. Almost before I realized it his weight had shifted and I'd done the same to keep my own balance and I felt a shock of something ephemeral yet familiar run across my skin with a shudder. Exactly what was happening was obvious but the question of 'why' was the one that immediately sprang to mind. The Captain- no, Royal- was always the kind to try and surprise someone, but would he really use this method? But if not, why this now?
It was a scarce moment later when I felt the brush of his nose, then his lips against my neck and I gasped, tensing slightly in surprise and the thrill that heated my skin. I could feel the breath catch in my throat and my hand tightened against his own in reflex, as lost for a moment as I could imagine he had to be in order to behave so- until the touch of his tongue shot through me. If I gave into the response I felt at that all would be lost, so instead I rebelled completely, forcing myself to stand as steadily as I could and step back, expression composed. We'd only been in that position for a matter of seconds but I could feel my pulse throbbing still while I put my knife back into its sheath and watched my Captain through the corner of my eye, meeting his gaze again, not sure what I showed exactly besides a bit of a questioning edge to my look.
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Post by Royal de Etalon on Feb 18, 2011 17:56:54 GMT -5
What did I just do? I mean, I knew that there was something there, but during a sparing match. That was just not me. I shook my head and stood up. I could see that she was in possibly more shock then I was. My pulse was pounding, and I could still feel the electric charges shooting through my body. What was this reaction all about? I needed a drink. Bad
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Thereza de Soigneux
Military
First Lieutenant
Second in Command to Captain de Etalon
Posts: 233
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Post by Thereza de Soigneux on Feb 18, 2011 19:42:54 GMT -5
As Royal stood up I could see that he was still confused and somewhat unsteady, which was completely understandable, since I was doing my best not to appear the same. There was a look in his eye that spoke more to his personal self than his public persona and that in itself meant something. It also pushed through more firmly in my mind that the general routine, the order of things, had to be followed, otherwise things could quickly escalate. My own skin was still hot and I could swear I still felt the press of his mouth to my skin in the most enticing way. It was a temptation, especially with that look still in his eyes.
For the first time I could remember I avoided his eyes and leaned down to pick up my sword, holding it loosely as I steadied my nerves and then raised it in a salute. Of the two of us I was the less important, so anything I showed could be forgiven, but the Captain could never have a negative image and I'd easily sacrifice my own for him. Offering him the only thing I could at the moment, my steady nature, I raised my sword in an easy salute and willed the flush to leave my cheeks before I met his gaze again. We'd known each other for a long time, there was a good chance that he still saw something there, but hopefully no one else would pick up exactly how affected I'd been. "Good match, sir," I said in a tone that would probably seemed more composed than I was. "Permission to be dismissed?" I needed to go clean off and the cold water would hopefully shock me back into reality.
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Post by Royal de Etalon on Feb 19, 2011 0:21:50 GMT -5
Seeing her salute, I found my own sward and picked it up. I quickly locked down all emotion. There were some things that no one else needed to see. I could tell that the Lt was uncomfortable in a way, she was not sure what to do, hence her quick response. Composure and image were her life.
I saluted with a snap of my sword. "Very good match Lt. Permission granted." I waited until she turned, "If anyone needs me, Ill be in my tent cleaning up." Brandy, I needed a good shot of brandy after today.
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Thereza de Soigneux
Military
First Lieutenant
Second in Command to Captain de Etalon
Posts: 233
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Post by Thereza de Soigneux on Feb 19, 2011 1:07:08 GMT -5
Nodding in understanding I made my way from the ring at a reasonable pace though I had to keep myself from rushing a bit. I was never a person who was the most comfortable about being uncertain and the recent interlude- and my own reaction, contrary to my own nature- had made me wonder some things that were not good to be thought in the company of others. As I walked past I accepted the congratulations of the other soldiers for a good match with a nod and a slight smile to show my appreciation, but all of my mind was on reaching the stream that was just out of sight to clean up and collect myself.
Once I reached the stream I walked along it for a time to make sure I was out of sight of where anyone else may think to venture, and luckily no one seemed intent on making conversation with me. It was well known that I was a somewhat private person who liked to spend time alone and the fact that was respected was a good sign overall. My feet carried me to a small pool, not the end of the stream but a deeper portion of it, and I knelt to cup the water in my hands, the coldness of it against my still-warm skin a shock even before I splashed it on my face, which I did nonetheless, and then started to undress. There were no threats nearby to worry me and I needed to get the grime and sweat from my skin.
The water was still brisk but I refused to do more than shiver slightly as I stepped into it and let it start to wash away the last evidence of the sparring match and cool my heated skin. As the throbbing of my pulse started to ebb my rationality returned full-force, though it brought just as many questions. I'd known the Captain for eight years and never before had anything like that occurred- so why? Something about the sparring match, the day itself, the tendency we both had to throw ourselves into our work with little chance for self-expression? He was my most trusted friend and superior officer, a person I trusted with my life and, even more, the choices regarding it. But today his actions had been filled with a kind of sensuality, passion, and for a brief moment I'd echoed and almost increased that same heat. Why?
When no answers were easily forthcoming I stepped out of the water and walked over to a spot of grass near where my clothes lay, waiting for the sun to start drying the water that clung to my skin. By now I was again thinking clearly, though the questions I couldn't answer still stayed in the back of my mind. I could do nothing but think as I waited though, and since it was something I often did it was natural to me. I knew Royal better than most, or so I would have ventured, enough to ignore the rumors that circulated about him as inconsequential and as much as he was known for his habits regarding pretty women he didn't try to slight himself in front of the troops and I wasn't generally thought of as some great beauty either. But whether this was a sign of something or a simple fluke the fact remained that it was something that should stay hidden from most eyes. My sensibilities and my emotions agreed on that for a number of reasons. Best to play things by ear and behave as I always had for the sake of everyone involved and the mission we had, and then see where it went.
Once my skin was comfortably dry I dressed again and put on my sword belt, and feeling much more composed after refusing to think any more on the matter I started my walk back to camp.
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Post by Royal de Etalon on Feb 20, 2011 23:23:29 GMT -5
I walked past the men, nodding at each one, getting slaps on the back and many well done's. It meant something to me yes, but my mind was elsewhere. I was not a man of many words, and most people knew that, so it was not amiss for me to go straight to my tent, and thats just were I went. I needed a glass of brandy. I needed to figure out what was going on.
I walked into my tent and went straight to the brandy, pouring a glass and downing it as fast as I could. My body still felt like it was filled with little electrical charges. My nerves on end, my sensations heightened. I could still taste her on my skin. Salty and sweet all at the same time. I took off my shirt, or what was left of it, and tended to the small cut on my side. I splashed some of the brandy on it and it stung, but not like the feel of her weight pressing me down to the ground. This was my Lt., I was not supposed to feel like this.
True, I had known her for many years. She was my closest friend, but this was different. My body had reacted to her in ways that no woman had ever accomplished. I was still excited at just the thought of her. Her skin was so hot, practically steaming from the workout. Sweat beading and dripping. This was not a part of the ultimate plan, the goal that had been set for me to accomplish. Yet, how could I deny the reality of it.
I did not even bother with the glass and just downed what was left in the bottle. I had to focus. I needed to get these things out of my head. I could not do this now. There were things headed our way that I needed to be prepared for. I could not have this distraction. What I needed was a good tavern and a night or two at one of the houses of the night court to take my mind off of this, off of her.
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