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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 12, 2007 5:47:41 GMT -5
I could make this one scream for me easily- and joyfully, I'd bet. I'd hinted as much with my innuendos, which he'd returned, and it seemed on such things we were in accord. I'd never really been with someone who seemed to have as much submission as Yvan did. "The pair of you flatters me," I said with a smile and a slight, musical laugh."
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 12, 2007 5:59:49 GMT -5
Oh, but she laughed again and it was a million delicate bells ringing - and I fell at her feet in my mind, begging her to take me to the fields of blissful and skillful mastery her delicate hand displayed.
"Flattery well earned, Sirena," I told her, overstepping my bound unwittingly. "I'm sorry, I added, I..." I swallowed my saliva, and said it, "My Lady Marquise," I added with a hint of mischief that just wouldn't leave my voice, no matter how hard I tried.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 12, 2007 15:28:11 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose, if you've already used my name you may as well continue," I teased, smiling wider with just a hint of wildness and promise, a cat at a mouse-hole, silent and waiting, hoping to lure the mouse out with curiosity. "Besides, how could I not allow one to say my name when they wrap it in such praise?"
Oh, but I could. And I had. Perhaps, if things went well, I'd help him remember my title a bit later. The idea was promising.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 12, 2007 16:02:16 GMT -5
"You are too kind," I replied with a sly grin, "I hope you will call me Yvan, then," and I left it at that, thinking that indeed, she had something about her that held the promises of blazing pain and sublime surrender.
Oh, but what irony my life was.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 12, 2007 16:15:59 GMT -5
"I shall then, Yvan," I said, almost purring the name as a tease, just to see his reaction. I was becoming more and more grateful to Ana for introducing us.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 12, 2007 16:36:51 GMT -5
Oh, but she sang it, almost, like a lovely feline who purred notes, and it was delicious. I smiled rakishly, and said, "If you do that again, you may find me yet lost and surrendered, Sirena."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 12, 2007 16:49:11 GMT -5
"You mean you're not already?" I asked innocently, affecting a playful pout. "I must be losing my touch. Here I was, thinking you were simply maintaining appearances for public's sake and I find i haven't even made an impact yet. Shall I try," I turned my pout into a sly grin, "harder?"
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 12, 2007 17:10:11 GMT -5
She had no idea that this was only the beggining - this was not even a quarter of the surrender she could achieve.
"I will admit the thought of displeasing the Vicomte d'Nourriture did cross my mind," I replied matter-of-factly, "but more importantly, you just flattered me, and I thank you for it."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 12, 2007 17:31:54 GMT -5
"And the idea of displeasing him bothers you more than displeasing me?" I asked, jesting even as I prodded him verbally. Perhaps I could remind him of this later as well, should the mood to leave together strike us. I did, after all, want to see his work.
The server reappeared with the bottle of wine, standing by Ana patiently until she acknowledged his presence and he could pour. Everything seemed to be showing me its submissive face today.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 12, 2007 17:35:44 GMT -5
"I was being presumptuous in supposing I could achieve both goals simultaneously. It seems I failed," I noted matter-of-factly. "I guess I will owe you a boon, if you forgive me," I added with a grin that was... edgy.
It was occurring to me that Anacrasia was remarkably silent. Mayhap she was being the watchful eye, letting the events unfold.
I had the vague intuition that granting Sirena a boon on such light banter was a risk - yet, it was the risk that made me who I was. I liked the idea, I maintained it - after all, there was very little that I would not enjoy at her hand.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 12, 2007 18:12:04 GMT -5
"Thank you," I replied graciously, smiling sweetly, though I hadn't really been holding any offense against him- but if he insisted I was more than willing to do so. "Consider yourself forgiven." I wondered what his flesh would taste like as he shuddered beneath my nails, the sweat making him salty even as blood made him sweet. In the most subtle move possible I licked my lower lip as though moistening it, the slightest flicker at the end of the motion showing my true tease.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 1:28:22 GMT -5
I tasted the wine and after my nod, it was poured out and set before us. I murmured my thanks to the server, not wanting to disrupt their flirting. Yvan was joyfully digging himself deeper and deeper with her, and she was taking it. Oh dear, this might yet work...
"Trust me Rena, you aren't loosing your touch. I'm rather glad you can forgive him. If you tried much... harder, I imagine we would be asked to leave." The last was the truth, but I said it with a smile. The mental image was rather amusing after all.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 8:31:27 GMT -5
Laughing lightly I nodded in understanding, then delicately cupped my glass of wine before sipping it. "And it would be a shame to be banned from such a wonderful place as this," I agreed. "Though I do have some more direct cards I doubt even the owner's watchful eyes would notice."
Still, I wouldn't play them now- it was all about the teasing, letting Yvan know how intent I was on this game. His mind could likely imagine something far better- or worse- and more suited to him than any other spoken innuendo.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 9:23:19 GMT -5
There was small discussion between them - as if I weren't really there, speaking of me as a third party. Not that I cared, really. In a way, I was an object, a pet, for both of them to share, to play with, to throw at each other or keep.
I was indeed curious of her gaming skills, though it was becoming obvious to me that Sirena's interest was piqued. If I had anything about it, it wouldn't be the only of hers that was piqued. That stirred my loins a little, and I gave them both a rakish smile.
"Any cards you play will be intriguing, at the very least," I told Sirena, "as long as you play them with that skill which shines out of every thing you've done so far."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 9:40:00 GMT -5
"Which means my skill right now is still lacking if you can even think of my outshining it," I teased, turning to look at him with a raised brow and sweet smile, bringing a hand to caress his cheek softly. I thought about adding a hint of nails for his impertinence but I'd promised I'd play nicely. "What skills do you appreciate, Baron, Yvan?"
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 10:23:20 GMT -5
My depths dove into hers as I spoke, heedless to the throng of patrons, to the desire overwhelming me, to the public commotion that would ensue if I begged her to indulge in the art of her clan.
"You have about you the vaguest hint of promise, and the subtlest aura of danger," I told her, eyes brimming as I struggled not to lean into her caress like a feeble-headed chit. "And you thread the line between both assets most artfully. You could make a man beg you to let them suffer at your hand, Sirena."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 11:09:12 GMT -5
"Oh, but I have," I said lightly as I gave him a siren's smile, my words sincere as my touch became just a little more substantial, then pulled away as I sipped my wine. "Though I think you'd be better at it than some of them were. The idea is enticing, if the location isn't."
Softly I was daring him with my voice, trying to see how deep his will went, how much initiative he'd show. Oh, but I wanted him to be nearly perfect.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 11:38:34 GMT -5
"I am at your service, Siren," I replied in a hungry purr, ready to steal out to the closest closed room. "Though you will find my extreme indulgences to be rather... disturbing for the feeble minded of this place," I said with a grin that was devilish, promising, and not one bit coy.
She was sublime. I knew it - there were in her some urges that mirrored mine. Likely, she'd not allowed herself - but it would come, in time, mayhap. Oh, to have a companion in my indulgences... it was a heady thought.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 11:58:47 GMT -5
"Well, I'm used to the feeble minded dictating my habits in public," I replied with a smile, sensual and languid in my movements and voice to hear the desire and darkness in him. Oh, how easily we could fit into an accord. Perhaps he could even teach me something, should the chance arise. Somewhere beneath his surface was something much less submissive than the whole.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 12:03:38 GMT -5
"Then it is settled," I replied as I reclined a little in my chair. "Your patience is beautiful," I added with a sigh of languid contentment.
There was a silent understanding between us - and it made me feel beyond light-headed. Gods, I would have taken her to a room, let her have her way with me, and mayhap even allowed my darker side to express itself - if she let it. For it was rather obvious that she had me under her thumb - not that I would complain, really.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 12:28:20 GMT -5
"My impatience is more beautiful," I teased, though I didn't press. After all, we were scarcely into the introductions and anticipation could be a lovely thing if played right. It was up to Ana how things progressed, whether she'd be content with our accord or want to watch us further. Until then there was no crime in bantering and drinking some very good wine.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 13:13:19 GMT -5
"I certainly hope to be witness to it, then," I replied with a sly grin. I took a sip of the wine, enjoying its blood-red color, the beauty of the ruby in the glass, and set the glass on the table with a satisfied grin.
I found Anacrasia to have been excessively silent, and allowed my gaze to wander her way. After all, she was a delicious bedmate, and now I owed her a boon. If anything, she had me in her list of peons, something she likely understood clearly.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 13:17:00 GMT -5
A pause came in their conversation, and the server jumped at it. Really, they do have excellent service here. I ordered the lamb, and sent a look of query to the other two.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 14:21:23 GMT -5
I smiled slyly at the waitress - it was that same girl who had served Ideaus that fateful day, and I wondered if she had any idea who I was, and what I had done. Filing that thought away, I ordered a grilled steak with mushroom sauce. The Vicomte did make some amazing dishes.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 14:28:02 GMT -5
Yvan's grin made me wonder but I didn't question such things- occurrences outside the scope of my immediate world were nothing to me. My order was simple, roasted chicken and vegetables. The server walked away and I smiled at the group again.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 13, 2007 15:19:03 GMT -5
I noticed the ladies were being rather light in their orders, and it made me grin. There was a lull in the conversation, and to quench it, I asked at large, "I noticed both of you seemed to be rather conversant in their offerings... would Desir be one of your places of choice?"
It was important - I never mixed pleasure and business.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 15:24:37 GMT -5
"This is the first time I've been here," I told Yvan. "I just know how such places work. If you name something, they'll come up with something like it rather than make the customer unhappy. What place doesn't have roasted chicken?"
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 13, 2007 20:14:13 GMT -5
"I've been here before, and have never been disappointed. I give their chef a direction, and let him fill in the rest." I wasn't a picky eater. "Have you been here before Yvan?"
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 14, 2007 0:45:36 GMT -5
“I come here on occasion,” I replied quizzically. It wasn’t a lie – though there was a lot more to say about Desir. “And indeed, I’ve never been disappointed either,” I replied with a smile.
That Anacrasia was a regular customer made things interesting. I would likely have to change some of my habits.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 14, 2007 15:55:53 GMT -5
I had a suspicion that he was hiding something, but nothing more than that. No matter. Most were. "Then it would seem the Vicoumte has all our votes."
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