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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Oct 27, 2006 11:33:47 GMT -5
Leaving the doors of Cereus I made my way, with Monique upon my arm, through the darkened streets to the street I called home. I knew this neighborhood like the back of my hand. I knew the nooks and cranies where I could get away from the chaos of the day, I knew the names of almost everyone and exactly where their apartments were along the street. I could navigate with my eyes closed if I wanted. This street was my life.
As we continued to stroll down the street, I turned to Monique, whispering in her ear. "This is my street." Pausing a moment, to let it soak into her ear, I continued, "I know it doesn't seem like alot, but it is home..."
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Oct 28, 2006 2:39:40 GMT -5
I smiled with a bit of a chuckle and leaned over to him.
"Its beautiful." I replied.
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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Nov 4, 2006 18:53:42 GMT -5
I turned to her, as I heard the rustle of her hair move with her face. Searching for her eyes in the darkness, it was impossible to gaze into their exquisiteness, so I imagined the beauty of them instead as we made our way down the street.
I wanted to reply flirtatiously as I had done all night... but then too much of that would scare the poor girl away. That is the last thing a Tsingani would do. Instead, I replied with a deep chuckle, "Now... I wouldn't go so far as to say that, my lady. This is the Night's Doorstep afterall. But... rather, it holds beautiful memories."
Pausing at the door leading up to my apartment, I released Monique. I wanted to be as polite as possible. I would not let her think me a barbarian for just pulling her up the stairs. "Here we are. Would you like coming upstairs?"
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Nov 5, 2006 2:35:46 GMT -5
I had to smile at his politeness, as we reached the door I was afraid my eagerness boiled over and I pressed myself to him and took his hand.
"Yes please." I whispered pulling him back against his door, me pressed between his body and the door.
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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Nov 9, 2006 13:24:13 GMT -5
Monique's eagerness shown through like the radiant sun, and it was hard not to chuckle at being so wanted... needed, even. Being pulled towards her, I found myself sandwiching her between myself and the door. Flame rose to my skin, and heated desire rushed through my body. Leaning my head down to her lips, I stole a kiss. My hands ran down her sides, caressing her curves, and wrapping around her waist. Pressing my lips to hers passionately.
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Nov 9, 2006 22:02:34 GMT -5
I smiled against his lips and pressed myself tighter to him in delight. "You should really show me your home." I whispered against his lips.
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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Nov 10, 2006 13:59:23 GMT -5
Leaning back abruptly, I replied slightly embarassed, "Yes. Let's get you out of this cold." I rubbed the side of her arm as if it would help.
Reaching my arm past her body, I opened the door. After taking her hand in mine, I guided her to the top of the steps and led her to a door on the right. Before I opened my apartment door, I raised her fingers to my lips, giving the top of her hand a soft kiss.
Opening the door to my apartment, I took a step in and went to light a few candles throughout the room. The moonlight shown in through the two windows, helping to see the room a bit clearer. Though my mother wasn't here for the Longest Night, the small apartment was tidy and clean as it always seemed to be. The main room always smelled like the herbs my mother dried. A very clean and crisp atmosphere. A small kitchenette lay in the corner, with a few loaves of bread laying on a tall shelf, and a few bunches of dried lavender hung from the same shelf. Jars of preserved fruits and vegetables also decked the shelves. Near the shelf was a table and two chairs, where my mother always sat. Two candle sticks were lit on the table. The chair was empty tonight.
Across the room was another shelf filled from top to bottom with all kinds of books. A long and tidy pallette lay on the floor near the shelf. A book and a candle sat on the short table next to the pallette. On the other wall stood a love seat.
"Is this alright?" I said, after taking a few strides towards her once more.
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Nov 11, 2006 4:58:44 GMT -5
I smiled looking over the house then turning back to him and pushing my body to him, I pressed him hard, my fingers curling in his hair, then pulled back.
"Its lovely but I'm more interested in your bedroom." I whispered against his lips.
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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Nov 18, 2006 12:25:52 GMT -5
What a vixen! Pure, and delicious vixen!
For a single instant, I considered whisking her away into the only bedroom in the apartment; my mother's bedroom. The thought passed my mind quickly, resolving that it would not be the least bit respectful. I loved my mother dearly.
Pointing towards the comfortable pallete on the floor, large enough for two, I replied, "And here it is, lovely Emerald." I kissed her temple softly. She seemed so adament, that I would let her make the first move...
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Nov 18, 2006 23:36:03 GMT -5
I raised a soft brow to the pallete on the floor, this was his bed. For a moment I wanted to turn to him and ask if he was jesting but I knew he wasn't. I had been spoilt in my time as a servant of Namaah...Instead I turned to him and smiled.
"Well then," I said smiling. "We should get out fo these restrictive costumes then."
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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Nov 19, 2006 1:49:51 GMT -5
Watching her expression in the faint candlelight, her raised eyebrow and questioning features almost made me chuckle in embarassment. I wasn't ashamed of my upbringing. I was satisfied... to a point. But then... that was a different matter. She was considerate though, and content it seemed.
"Yes, why don't I help you with that." Closing in on her, I wrapped my arms around her, bringing my lips close to her neck. My fingers scanned her clothing to find a way to remove the costume. Finding it, I placed my fingers over the clasp. But before moving, I brought my lips to her ear, and whispered.
"Is this alright?"
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Nov 20, 2006 15:25:28 GMT -5
I chuckled slightly and pulled back cupping his face in my hands. "You need not ask," I whispered placing a kiss against his lips. "I came to be with you, as far as I'm concerned you may do what you will of me." I teased slightly reaching down and taking his hand I pressed it against my breast.
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Post by Tristan LeBonte (I) on Nov 29, 2006 22:17:58 GMT -5
"In that case," I grinned with my Tsingani lips, and removed the costume swiftly with one hand continuing to cup her breast with the other. Once everything was thrown to the side, I brought my body closer to hers. Though I still had my costume on, I circled my arms about her once more, and took in a breath. Her scent filled my body, and I loved every bit of it.
Just holding a woman was enough comfort for me. The warmth of her skin against my hands was enough. Warmth and smiles was all I needed. But... women always wanted more. Having been raised to be a giving soul, I would pleasure her until she could no longer stand it.
Bending my head to her ear once more, I breathed lightly on the lobe, "The only thing I want is to see is my Emerald fairy in the midst of passion." I ran my hands down her sides, enveloping her back, hoping to keep her warm. I was not one to rush things.
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Post by Monique nó Fronsac (D) on Nov 30, 2006 0:16:34 GMT -5
I moaned softly at the feelings he elicted, my body arched up against him.
"Take your time." I moaned softly. "I wouldn't want you to not enjoy yourself."
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