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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 2, 2007 16:17:05 GMT -5
I could feel myself relaxing in his hold, and the abandonment of propriety was pleasurable all in its own. I'd been supple in his grip from the moment we began to dance as my training called for, but now it was done in willingness, my trust in him building.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked in the soft voice adopted for dancing without music, peering up at him.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 2, 2007 16:20:13 GMT -5
"Of how beautiful you are, and how lovely your surrender must be," I replied in the same tone. "You are a wonderful partner, Mirielle."
I'd used her first name for the first time, her abandonment in my arms was an implicit authorization to use it, I'd decided.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 2, 2007 16:26:46 GMT -5
I did blush this time, though I smiled through it. Bold as I may have thought myself before, it didn't compare to now as I leaned up, giving him a kiss lower upon his cheek - the closest place I could manage to reach without becoming awkward. "So are you Gillermo," I said, the color fading from my cheeks.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 2, 2007 16:40:51 GMT -5
Oh bold child, you do not know who you are playing with.
Her kiss was soft, and enthralling, and it quickened me, but years of training allowed me to keep my restraint. I put a small, soft and chast kiss on her forehead, and prayed Asherat would give me the strength to resist her, for breaking her heart was not something I wished to do.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 2, 2007 16:46:59 GMT -5
His kiss held all the information I needed; small, quick, I think his lips left me before they had fully touched. Interesting, I thought, and well contradictory to all the other signs he had given, though I was not a woman to push where I was not wanted. Pride held me higher than that.
Settling more room between us, I glanced out at the other people in the room in attempt to give myself distraction before looking back at him. "Are you planning on attending the coronation or fete following?" My tone was neutral, curious and friendly still, but not tinged with any of the desire that had been beginning to stir before he kissed my forehead.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 2, 2007 22:26:24 GMT -5
I was sad that she had put the distance, but it was only fair, though if I could maneuver a way to bring her back where she was, there was no doubt that I would.
I smiled kindly, my eyes drawing unwittingly the contour of her lips as I replied: "I will be attending both. The first one as it is in my duties, the second as it is in my nature."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 2, 2007 22:59:41 GMT -5
"Ah," I said as we danced, the light footfalls of our feet marking out the tune, "It's the same for me, only I hope to find some sort of satisfactory pleasure in the coronation of my Queen."
A small smile touched my lips as I glanced down, drawing my gaze away from his captivating one for a moment. Looking back up, I kept my chin tilted down some and inadvertantly looked at him just under the rim of my lashes, trying to figure him out. He seemed a puzzle to me... Was it the chase he liked, or something more? Fine and well, for I was raised well enough not to be an easy piece of meat for just any hungry lion.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 2, 2007 23:20:02 GMT -5
"Oh, do not doubt that I will enjoy every bit of the Coronation, lovely dancer," I mused. "I was reared to dwell on such things, and to do well with them." Indeed, I found great joy in my work.
"Besides, how could I not enjoy a dreadfully long ceremony if you are there to shine some mirth onto the event ?" I added, teasing only slightly.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 9:25:35 GMT -5
The charm rolled from him like water from an overturned pail, though I did as I could to resist him this time, the memory of the kiss still very fresh in my mind. "I wouldn't blame you if you did find it dull and rather boring," I said, honesty ringing in my voice. "I wouldn't blame half the population of d'Angelines either, so long as they were happy with the after effect of our new Queen. I just hope to find some small pleasure in it for myself."
I smiled for his tease, giving him a slightly sidelong look. "True enough, I suppose, if I am not already seated next to someone else by then." My look turned innocent for a split moment, though I kept a teasing smile upon my mouth, making sure he knew the look was not true. My words, however, were.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 9:36:58 GMT -5
"Of course," I smiled easily.
In earnest, I added, "I would expect countless suitors are waiting at your beck and call, in the hopes of basking in only a moment in the stellar beauty of you."
A devilish smile made its way to my lips, as I broke into full out tease, "But they will all bore you onto death, my dear." My smile was warm smile, my eyes into hers.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 9:41:02 GMT -5
He knew what he was doing, that was all very well and clear. Goosebumps arose upon my skin at the look he gave me, and I hoped desperately that he would not notice; my dress was of short sleeves, leaving my arms bare.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked softly, meeting his gaze with my head still tilted down somewhat, still unsure of him and his contradictory actions.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 9:48:00 GMT -5
"I am entertaining you this very moment, am I not?" I replied lightly, my voice confident and friendly, my gaze warm and very practical.
She was shivering, and I knew I'd hit home, but it was too early to end this lovely game. I puller her in closer, though, and it was without as much as an afterthought.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 9:57:44 GMT -5
"You are," I said, my face turning upwards more as I continued to look at him, "But that does not mean you are the only one who can do so." I hoped desperatly that my words did not cause a sting for that was not my demeanor nor my intention, but I refused to take it back if it did. It was the truth, and I did not abide by lying.
A gentle smile was forming on my lips to help in removing any barbs from my words, but as he pulled me in closer it melted, and I was hard pressed not to give a soft gasp.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 10:05:19 GMT -5
I laughed softly. This was charming, in truth it was. "Truth be, wise Mirielle," I whispered.
Playfully, I offered the deal : "Perhaps you should try a few of those sedate suitors of yours?"
I looked at her, my gaze both supplicating and filled with self-confidence as I swore, "I will be here, waiting for to come back supplicating me for another tuneless dance, though begging would be superfluous as you already have me captive."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 10:13:30 GMT -5
Was he mocking me? He knew well enough already that he was the first person I'd encountered in the city, though perhaps he thought I knew others in the City already. I didn't, not outside August and his parents - and Sabriel, wherever he was -, but.. Ah. He didn't know, truly. I was simply being too suspicious.
In all sincerity I looked at him, my gaze upon his so that he knew I jested naught. "I very much doubt I hold you captive." As quickly as my serious wording came it went again, and I softened the look on my face to one of a quiet friendliness, fighting off the intoxicating feel of his body gently pressed upon mine as we danced.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 10:26:58 GMT -5
Women are lovely creatures, this one, though, more so then any other. If she'd been of little interest to me, or perhaps only one of the flesh, I might have pounced on her eons ago.
But as I hadn't, and was treating her as she should be, a lady of quality, showing her respect and creating for her an unforgettable memory, she would not beleive a simple confession. Her own dwindling self-confidence was my worst ennemy, I realized.
I laughed warmly, and turned back to her my gaze, asking her a simple, yet effective question. "And why wouldn't you?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 10:38:42 GMT -5
Why wouldn't I? Oh bloody hells, how would I explain that one? 'Because your kiss was less than expected, my Lord.' ... Oh no, that would never do. Still, I didn't shirk from his gaze as he posed me the question, my body remaining light and supple in his grasp, my eyes holding steady upon his. "I fear you would play me for a night, and while I could respect a fleeting romance as that; love as one wilt..."
My words failed me then, and I felt a familiar warming of my cheeks. Why was I acting like the bimble headed chit that I so loathed? Without thinking I stepped further into his embrace, instinctivly seeking the warmth of a hold before I could stop myself. I sighed inwardly afterwards; I was giving signs as contradictory as he now.
"I don't think you would lie, Gillermo, but I do think you're a charmer... You've charmed me after all, and continued to do so, even now... Even if I try to fight it, I find I fail." Shame covered me, causing me to break my gaze from his at last, my face turning out into the crowd seated around us. Did I want him to let go of me? No, Elua no. The desire I fought crept back in even through the curtian of shame, and I shivered lightly in his grip.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 10:52:15 GMT -5
Her show of complete disarray completely took me by surprise and for a hairpin of a moment, I froze, and shook it off, immediately, barely missing a step to the tuneless dance.
This kind of confession did not warrant any response other than a silent and affectionnate one. As I pulled her in closer, my arm around her waist stretched across her back.
I held her to me, and whispered to her a confession of my own. "I do not like to see you so distraught, Mirielle. You are ensnaring, and the only reason I fight my own desire to take you to one of these rooms is the knowledge of my own nature."
Could I be involved ? I did not know. But I desired her, and she touched my soul in ways unexplored. It was worth biding my time, I thought.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 11:03:13 GMT -5
I took comfort in his hold as we continued to move about the dance floor, though a piece of me still attempted to fight against it. I feared if I did not I would run a risk of falling, for if he wasn't the charming gentleman he appeared to be, then I would be a fool. I was being to suspicious before, I had decided, though perhaps I simply guarded myself too much. Too much, or not enough.
His words caused me to glance up at him, my body pulling back enough that I could do so comfortably. "I'm sorry," I said, for I truly was. "For not trusting, I'm sorry."
It was far past time to leave the somber moment behind and return to smiles and jests, and I drew myself up, calling upon the reserves in my soul to aid me. A smile lifted my lips once more as I made myself relax, continuing the dance with a lighter foot and a friendlier heart.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 11:12:11 GMT -5
"Please, Mirielle, don't be sorry. You were a lone dame in an empty bar, with two suspicious foreigners. Not being distrustful would have been foolishness on your part," I replied warmly, as a friend to a friend, or perhaps more.
Changing my tone, I jested, "These musicians are terrible. They've been playing the same tune for over an hour now. Shall we scold them, or perhaps make a special request? What song would please you, my divine lady?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 11:15:26 GMT -5
His abrupt jest made me laugh, and I looked up at him with without a trace of any of the sober emotions I'd displayed a few moments ago. "Something upbeat," I said with a smile large enough that it bordered a grin. "Do you know any dances from your travels that you could perhaps teach me?"
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 11:28:44 GMT -5
"Very well," I replied. "Would you like to learn one of the traditionnal dances of Kriti?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 11:31:42 GMT -5
"I would, actually. Kriti was always one of the places I wished I could visit." I smiled, our dance flowing to a stop in prepration of starting a new one.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 11:45:30 GMT -5
I kept her hand in mine, turning from her so i would be at her side, I started counting a three/four beat, tapping my left foot, and inviting her with a nod to do the same.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 11:47:46 GMT -5
My fingers remained closed about his as I tapped my left foot, catching the beat easily from him. A smile still played across my face though I concentrated, happy to learn a new dance.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 11:52:34 GMT -5
I tapped my left foot twice, then tapped my right foot thrice.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 12:00:01 GMT -5
I copied as he did the steps, watching his feet to make sure the beat did not change. With music I could discerne it without visuals, but going without was more challenging - something I relished.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 12:11:18 GMT -5
Keeping this pace, I went back to face her, mirroring her movement, and extended my arm so she would come back against me, my hand a slight invitation, my smile quiet and beckoning.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 3, 2007 12:17:56 GMT -5
His arm and smile called to me and I acceded immediatly, stepping against him once more before returning to the beats he had drummed out. I smiled up at him, quick and content, before returning my attention back to the dance he was layout out before me.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 3, 2007 12:25:40 GMT -5
She had a good beat, and a sure foot. My hand on her waist, I guided her to a series of beats, softly chanting the tune under my breath.
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