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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 24, 2009 19:02:40 GMT -5
"I see," I said with a smile, "Well you are still a young blossoming flower... as am I." I added the last part with a wink, "And I have not been out of the city, either, except on the occasional assignation that took me a little farther or purpose being contracted to play some music, but other than that, no." I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. It only occurred to me then that I could have been missing a great deal without even noticing it. "Ah true," I said with a smile and wagged my finger at her. "One cannot aspire too much for their own good."
I moved back to sit with her after I had secured my mandolin in its case (with a kiss good night) and flopped back onto my empty bed, though my floor was nowhere near that clean after I had cleared it. I flushed a little at her compliment, "Thank you." I really appreciated the comment, more than she knew, for rearing the house well was something I sought to do whole heartily. It was my pride and joy. "Mayhap, one day, you and I can travel out of here once you have made your marque. How does that sound?"
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 24, 2009 22:09:31 GMT -5
I rolled onto my side, propping my head in my hand, facing Bellamy. I listened as he spoke of his similar experience to mine, not being out of Terre d'Ange, and I felt a little better about my situation. I smiled when he spoke of us travelling together, and I found that I rather liked the idea.
"That does sound fun, actually. I shall have to get over my aversion to the marquist, in that case." I rolled onto my stomach, turning my head to look at him with an inviting smile. "It's halfway done, in any case." It was as bold an invitation as I could make without actually telling him to slide up my shirt and take a look at my marque. I wasn't sure why I wanted him to see it, only that it was an intimate gesture, and one that I wanted him to take me up on.
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 25, 2009 0:52:59 GMT -5
"I cried every time I visited the marquist," I admitted sheepishly and burst out laughing a little at my own embarrassment. "It was horrid, he used to get so angry. I have the pain tolerance of a child..." As I said this, I slightly realized that maybe Avianna would find that disgusting in me. She was a Mandrake, after all, but surely that was not the only thing that mattered to them, pain. I rubbed my neck a little, trying to figure out where to go from here. "Halfway done?" It occurred to me that I had never seen a Mandrake marque in my life, finished or otherwise. "I've never seen one... would you mind?" I asked curiously. It felt like I was tasting forbidden fruit.
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 25, 2009 1:03:49 GMT -5
I chuckled with him when he mentioned his low pain tolerance. I had mixed feelings about this revelation. On one hand, it was disappointing, because I realized instantly that there was no chance of him contracting me. On the other hand, I preferred to 'play' with someone who didn't actually like the pain I inflicted.
I forgot about all that, though, when Bellamy took the bait I'd offered him. "Not at all," I said, a tingle already running up my spine. My marque was halfway done, and it really was superior work. I rested my head on my hands, leaving my back free for him to explore. "Go ahead, but then I want to see yours."
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 25, 2009 1:23:05 GMT -5
I ran a hand alongside it, marveling in the craftsmanship. It wasn't every day that I was able to see another adept's marque. Most of the adepts under me were not fulled marqued and had to hide it or were younger children who at times, did need to be clothed, but were too young to have anything started. On some occasions I saw it, but not in such a close proximity and with the ability to marvel and appreciate its beauty. I left my hand on the middle of her back where her marque left off. "Mine?" I asked with a smirk, "Well, alright." I loved showing mine off, I just rarely got the chance since I did not contract very often.
I removed my tunic, showing off my muscled body, from all my tumbling that I had learned and still maintained in Eglantine house. I turned to show her how my marque moved over my body. It was the basic Eglantine marque, followed with the underlying shape of my mandolin. "The marquist was supposedly a friend of my father's or... he said he was." I shrugged. Still, I did not know his name and I did not want to know, I think, at least not then. "I wanted the mandolin in the design, it means everything to me. I got it done in a couple of years... four or five, I think, not too long, but it was definitely worth every horrid time at the marquist," I laughed, rambling a little as I talked about each of the times I went and how many inches were at each session. I remembered every single detail.
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 25, 2009 1:30:32 GMT -5
I loved the feeling of his hand trailing up my back, and felt a pang of regret when he took it away, though I turned on my side again to see his own marque. I realized with a start that I had never seen one fully formed. He seemed proud of it, telling me stories about his trips to the marquist. We seemed to be of one mind about that, at least.
I reached over, letting my own hand trail over his back, my fingers tracing the lines of his marque lightly. It was beautiful, the mandolin perfectly rendered. It was as if the marquist had known him, had known exactly what to design to symbolize Bellamy's personality. I was suitably impressed.
"It's lovely." I said, my voice a bit husky, as I imagined it with welts rising through it. It would be a shame to mar such a beautiful piece of art, but I liked to think that we Mandrakes helped to keep the marquist in business. As I trailed my fingers gently along his spine, I had to fight the urge to dig my nails into his sensitive skin, and I wondered what I was doing here, with a man who could never appreciate what I offered. Was it that very thing that intrigued me? I had so little experience with those outside of the assignation chamber that perhaps the very fact that Bellamy was not interested was the attraction.
Be that as it may, at that moment I wanted nothing more than to tie him to his own bed, stuff a gag in his mouth, and bring tears to those lovely eyes of his.
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 25, 2009 1:43:40 GMT -5
There was a tingling up my spine as she ran her fingers over me and I could feel the sensation burning. My body was of Naamah's, it longed to be touched, bare skin to bare skin and my marque was the most sensitive of areas from the treatment it had had in the past and it was loving every second of attention that she gave it. "I'm proud of it." It was my own pride and joy and while I did have pride in my house, my pride in my marque was different. It was the pride I had in myself when I sang or acted and got a standing ovation, except this was etched in my skin, in my very being. I could feel the hair on my arms standing on end, my body getting slightly aroused by her ministrations.
"Avianna?" I asked. This was so... idiotic. She was a Mandrake and I was a... well, somewhat of a crybaby who couldn't take a single ounce of pain but... besides our House, weren't we fit like a glove? Neither of us had seen the outside world and had so much to offer of one another. I grabbed her hand gently and leaned down to kiss her, though softly in case she wished to pull away.
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 25, 2009 1:48:44 GMT -5
I felt a thrill run up my spine when Bellamy leaned in to kiss me, and though I knew whatever this was would not lead to what I had in mind, I still wanted it. I told myself that it was just a kiss, what harm could there be?
Our lips met so softly, and for a moment I wasn't sure what to do. Usually I would have my hands in his hair, the kiss would be forceful, and there would probably be some biting. I was unsure of myself in this sweet kiss, so I did something I had never done before - I let him take the lead. For how long, I didn't know, at some point my dominant nature was bound to take over, but in the meantime, Bellamy was seeing a side of me that even I had never known existed.
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 25, 2009 1:57:43 GMT -5
She was sweet and I knew it was odd that she was letting me make the first move and take the lead, after all, I knew her house's canon was the infamous 'yield all' and yet, I knew that in this act that she truly cared for me, she had to, in order to submit herself to me. It made her all the more attractive and I laced my fingers in her hair, kissing her sweetly and lovingly before my tongue parted her lips and began to explore her mouth. I had had many romances with adepts and had contracted several. This should have been no different and yet... it was, for the copulations I was used to was not what she had been trained to know.
I would show her and hopefully, she would be satisfied. Something in me knew otherwise. It was like an Eglantine told not to play music, if that was his forte. It just didn't work. However, for now, I took the sweetness for what it was and continued to kiss her, relishing in the moment.
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 25, 2009 2:04:03 GMT -5
His mouth was so soft, his tongue so sweet as he kissed me gently. I felt his hands in my hair and already I was burning to press my mouth against his harshly, to scratch him with my nails, kept long for that purpose. But I held it in, for the first time in my life. I let myself simply enjoy the taste of his tongue, to let mine entwine with his softly, to let my fingers slide up his chest with a softness that belied my strength.
And while it wasn't what I normally enjoyed, it still felt good, and I found his sweetness intensely arousing. "Bellamy..." I whispered against his lips, all of the passion that lay hidden beneath my cool surface coming to the front. Sweet Naamah, I never would have guessed that I could want something so different so badly.
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 25, 2009 2:10:30 GMT -5
I was a gentle lover, that was a fact. True, one could get caught up in the passion of things and need events to happen quicker than one wanted, but if it were my way, it would be entirely romantic, planned out in my head (if I were the one doing the leading) and we would ease into each part it and make love, the truest that we could make it, and not rut like animals. She whispered my name and I pulled her closer to me, running my hand up the small of her exposed back, but I stopped, remembering and gasped mid kiss.
"Oh sweet Naamah!" I practically yelped, jumping back, only to hit the edge of my bed and tumble back completely. Had I not been in Eglantine House, it would not have been so graceful but I still ended up hitting my head in the process. "I'm so sorry... I just caught up and I mean, I just saw your marque so I have no excuse..." Why had I KISSED her? Sometimes I just got caught up in the moment and didn't think. Stupid. Stupid Bellamy! I cursed inwardly. "I'm sorry for intruding on you... I'll... I'll contract you and we'll do this right." Not unless she was a fully marqued adept, she was not freely mine.
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 25, 2009 2:16:53 GMT -5
I groaned aloud in frustration, though I knew Bellamy was right. Of course, I didn't always adhere to the rules, and if he had not been so honorable things might be moving along as we spoke. But one thing I was accustomed to was holding back my own pleasure for the right time, and it was actually something that I perversely enjoyed.
So I took a deep breath and nodded. "Of course, you're right. I suppose we just got a little caught up in the moment." I sat up more fully, looking at Bellamy with some concern. "Are you all right?" He looked so amazing, even after tumbling off of a bed, without his shirt on, and I was tempted to try to persuade him to forego the contract. If he had not been the Second of his House, I might have tried, but as it was, I sensed this was not the correct way to go with him.
"This is somewhat awkward." I said, laughing softly and attempting to bring a bit of our earlier lightheartedness back to the conversation.
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 25, 2009 2:22:39 GMT -5
I was the Second of my house. Dear gods, what was I thinking to put a horrible example for my peers? To take something that wasn't free to give? I chewed on my knuckles a little, feeling guilt overwhelm me as I stood to my feet. I supposed the warning flag HAD to have been the 'look at my marque' spin. How could I have been so naive as to not have seen? Then again... maybe she HAD just wanted to look at my marque? I was the one who had started the kissing. Oh sweet Naamah, it was all my fault!
"I am so sorry," I said again and knelt down near where she was sitting on the bed and I took her hands in mine and kissed them, pressing them to my forehead. "I'm the Second, I should have showed more self control I..." Then she mentioned that this was an awkward situation and I had to laugh. She was amazing, this girl. I would have drowned in guilt had she not made me laugh and persuaded me otherwise. "Yes, well, I will walk you home and talk to Ignace about contracting you." Oh dear... what a conversation that would be.
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 25, 2009 19:00:39 GMT -5
"Tonight?" I asked archly, hoping he was not too mortified to put it off. After all, it was a very real possibility that he might get cold feet. "After we talk to Ignace, we can come back here, where you might be more comfortable." Even as I said it, I wished I hadn't - it would be most entertaining to make love to him in a room full of the tools of my trade, even if we weren't going to be using them. Behave, I told myself again. Bellamy was one of very few people whom I actually liked, and if being near him meant reining in my baser impulses, well, I was capable of it, wasn't I?
"And don't be sorry, it was very nice kiss." I said, pushing up from his bed and rising, arranging the top half of my outfit into a semblance of order. It certainly wouldn't do for Ignace to see what we had been getting up to before a contract was signed. I looked to Bellamy with a smile, wondering if he would take me up on my offer of returning to Eglantine, or if he would make some excuse why tonight was not a good night for an assignation.
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Post by Bellamy nó Eglantine on Sept 26, 2009 0:24:35 GMT -5
"Of cour... say what?" My mouth was slack jawed at how forward she was in suggesting that we go and have the assignation now. Then again, she was an adept of Mandrake house. I swallowed her, rubbing the back of my neck. Go to Mandrake house? Saying that I was going to contract her was one thing, but actually getting the courage to waltz in there, as a very well known face of Eglantine was another thing entirely. "Oh... hah... well..." I was trying to think of an excuse, but lying had never been my forte and I couldn't think of a reason why not. We both wanted this, after all and I did like Avianna. Why should her house bother me? She had to have liked... other things.
"I uh..." I began to look around the room, which was in a mass of disarray and began to wonder if we could have our passionate bout in here. I had never brought an adept back to my place for an assignation... for more than one reason and messiness was one, but I also felt a tad odd if my younger adepts saw me contracting someone. "We could uhm... would you mind doing it... uh..." I gripped my head, beginning to mindlessly shuffle through papers as if that was what occupied my mind. "At Mandrake house?" I could practically hear the crack of thunder and eerie howls in the background as I suggested such a thing. "It's messy and I can't crumple a thing and it'd take me a couple of hours to clean before I... yes." Well, there, that could have been my excuse and I had thrown it out the window.
"Give me uhm... give me one second, Avi." I pulled my tunic back on and thought better of it. I gave her a peck on the forehead. "Look, I'll meet you there in twenty minutes." She surely thought I was going to back out now, but I would never leave an adept stranded and waiting. "Just to get myself ready and for you to ... well, you're fine, just let me get myself ready."
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Post by Avianna nó Mandrake on Sept 26, 2009 19:47:47 GMT -5
I could see immediately that Bellamy had not intended to head straight over to Mandrake House with me. Under other circumstances, I would have found his obvious discomfiture amusing, but instead I felt rather disappointed. Ah well, it was not really surprising, was it?
What was surprising was when he agreed to it, and more than that, at Mandrake! Behave, behave, behave... I chanted to myself, a mantra that might keep me from scaring him off for good. Part of me wondered if I could be satisfied with just one night, and that way not worry about scaring him. Another part of me wanted to see if there could be more for me than the simple pain/pleasure that so dominated my sexual habits. Yes, Bellamy was a challenge I could hardly ignore.
When he said he'd meet me at Mandrake, however, I had the sneaking suspicion that that was a ruse to get rid of me, and that he really had no such intention. I considered telling him that I would wait, but if he wanted to back out that badly, well, perhaps it was for the best that I give him that out.
"Of course, Bellamy." I said smoothly, as if such things happened everyday. "I shall walk over to Mandrake and tell Ignace to expect you." That little bit might be enough to get him to come to Mandrake after all, if he knew the Dowayne was expecting him. I took a few steps forward and gave him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Until later, then." I said, and waltzed out of the room before he could change his mind.
The walk to Mandrake was hardly far, but on the way I changed my mind about telling Ignace to expect Bellamy. What if he didn't show up? It would make me look a fool, and that was one thing I refused to do. Instead I went to my quarters to make myself presentable, and use all of the tools at a lady's disposal to do so. If Bellamy did come to Mandrake, he was going to get my very best.
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