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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 26, 2010 17:33:57 GMT -5
“I understand. The only reason I asked was that I am interested in healing. I wrote to the Queen and asked her if I could study in her library in order to expand my knowledge. I hope to be a healer one day. I thought, you having experience in some areas of it, could teach me some that I could mayhap use in my own practice.” The waitress then showed up with their food and placed it in front of them. I looked down, “Looks good ey?” the conversation rested for a bit while we both took our time to eat the delicious meal that was sat in front of us. Once we were both finished and pushed our plates back away from our bodies, I took up the conversation once more. “Desert?”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 27, 2010 6:23:19 GMT -5
I raised my hand to stroke my fingertips along his jaw. "Perhaps," I said again, with a smile and a wink. I retracted my hand just before the waitress brought our food. We ate the main course mostly in silence, which was new for me, but it did give me a chance to silently observe him, to get a feel for him. Once we were finished he looked up, pushing his plate away from him
"Oh, most definitely," I said with a grin. "And what is it that you would like for desert?" I asked leaning over the table, a wry smile on my lips.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 27, 2010 9:11:56 GMT -5
She was a woman of games and I very much liked to play games. I leaned back and stretched pretending to think for a moment, "Well, I'm not sure..... What are my options?" If this was the game she was going to play, I was more than happy to play back.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 27, 2010 9:51:16 GMT -5
"Well," I said as I looked about for a moment then let my gaze rest on Ambrose's, "I am sure they have rather delectable deserts here," I started, "or... we could always go somewhere else. Depends on your tastes."
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 27, 2010 19:09:08 GMT -5
I watched her face picking up on her under tones to find her hidden micro expressions as to what she really meant when she said the words that she did. “I want dark chocolate,” he said in a smooth tone that easily had two meanings.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 27, 2010 20:10:32 GMT -5
"Hmm," I murmured, "and do you prefer your chocolate bitter, or sweet; melted, or hard," I nigh moaned, my eyes taking on a heavy lidded appearance as my fingers danced lazily up and down Ambrose's arm. My eyes never left his.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 28, 2010 9:30:43 GMT -5
My body responded to her reactions and dramatic sentence. Her hand trailed up and down mine causing the hair on my arm to stand up and a shiver to pulse through my body and down the back of my spine before I could control. I felt my arousal spring forward as my mind fought it back. “I like my chocolate sweet and melted, like hot fudge; thick… creamy and wet, but something you can lick off your spoon or dive your tongue deep into the dish to get every last drop….”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 28, 2010 19:52:27 GMT -5
I could sense it, thick in the air, as if his playful words did not tell me already. I smiled, the smile creeping to my lips slowly, a wry grin, playful and adding promise to my next words.
"Well, then, I suggest we leave here. I do not think we will get what you are looking for, and I might have just the thing back at my home, if you are.... up... for it," I murmured, gazing into his eyes. My fingers traversed up his arm to tup his cheek, stroking it with my thumb.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 29, 2010 10:19:47 GMT -5
At her words and her touch so much of me wanted to be "up" but i controlled myself. "I'm sure with the right...." i paused thinking of the right word I wished to use, one that could easily have a double edge meaning, "motivation and encouragement....I my Lady will be up for anything." I raised my hand and trapped hers against ym cheek. I pulled it around and kisses the palm of her hand breathing in the scent of her as I did so.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 29, 2010 10:43:46 GMT -5
I had to chuckle at his words. He was such a weetheart, but there was certainly an edge to him that I had underestimated before. His wit was at least close to on par with my own. He pressed his hand to mine, and then he brought it to his lips and kissed it. Were I of teh softer sort I would have meklted right then and there and begged him to take me back to my own town home, and even if I grew a little wet from the ideas that coursed through my mind, I did not display it overly much, except by donning a wry grin.
"Well I do have a delectable treat I think you might enjoy, and I have invited you over, but if you require even more motivation," I said, teasingly as I leaned forward. I placed the gentlest of kises on his lips, closing my eyes, then opening them as I pulled back, my grin might have been a might cocky. "I hope that promises of more of where that came from might help to sway your vote to a yay instead of a nay," I teased. I knew that he would have come regardless, but it was fun to tease him.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 29, 2010 19:58:14 GMT -5
At this point in the "game" I was not sure what more so interested me and tured me on, the pure sight of her sexiness or her amazing wit and intelect. Before I had time to answer that question in my mind she closed what little distance that was left between us and ended all of my thoughts with a kiss. Her lips were warm and sweet, her breath though also warm, was refreashing and tempting. She pulled back before I could open my mouth under hers and explore hers with my tongue. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to know her scent and her flavor. I wanted everything that she had to offer and I wanted to savor it till the very last drop and then mayhap all over again.
My gaze went heavy and as my eyes followed her as she moved away. She clearly knew what she had just done to me with that cocky smile she offered. I closed my mouth and sat back myself.
"Well then, I find we are wasting quiet a bit of time here." i pushed myself back from the table and then stood and grabbed both of our coats. I helped her puts hers on, letting me finger tips trace over ever path of naked skin I could and then pulling her close to make sure the coat was on extra well and on just the way she wished. I looked down into her eyes and smiled, see her own desires relected there.
"Shall we go my little mouse?"
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 30, 2010 14:48:53 GMT -5
Lust filled his eyes, was in every line of his body, every feature of his face as he responded. I quirked a catty smile at his response, and stood, allowing him to help me put my coat on. He pulled it on snuggly, pulling me closer to him. We shared amoment then, both of us gazing into each others' eyes, so close, yet not even near close enough. I gasped softly, just slightly from teh sheer sexual tension of that simple move - of drawing me closer to him but stopping short. I regained my composure and smiled. The subtleties like that were what unraveled me and made my desire spike, and now I too was getting anxious with the time we were wasting in getting to my small townhome.
"Why thank you kind sir," I murmured as I took a step back. "Shall we hire a carriage or walk?" I asked. But if his desire was anything like mine, he would choose the carriage.
Then again, if he was adventurous, he would choose the walk.
Either would have been fine with me.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 30, 2010 15:56:49 GMT -5
As we said our thanks and exited the place I offered my arm to her to hold. A carriage stood near by with a lovely dapple grey Friesian to pull it. The wood was made of a dark oak, which almost made it look black against the cold grey sky. The carriage itself was black with a navy blue seat cover and curtains. I looked around me. A carriage ride would be very romantic now that it was nearing dusk but then again the moon was full and starting to rise and the star bedazzled the sky.
Also, this was a game; cat and mouse. Which was which? I did not know. At the café I felt as if I were the cat and hunting down the mouse but with that catty smile and her self confidence mayhap I was the cat in this game and that I was ok with being. The fact that a woman of her beauty wanted me was a turn on. A walk in this romantic setting would bring that game to the next level…..
“I think a walk would be lovely….” I let my mind run over the rules of a game we could play on this little walk of ours. I’m sure no game needed to be outlined and we would come up with one all of our own.
“lead the way little mouse”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jul 3, 2010 14:40:00 GMT -5
We stepped outside, and I took the arm that he offered to me with a smile. As if fate had decided to make the choices obvious, there stood a carriage just outside, unoccupied, save the driver, who looked at us with a smile. I looked up at Ambrose, the quiet yet seductive smile that graced my mouth still present there while he made his decision. A walk it would be then, and my catlike smile only became more mischievous. It could be that I had met a match in my little games, a person who could match my wit with his own as well.
"I think that that is a good choice," I said with a smile, though I had to raise a brow when he called me a mouse. "Surely I could not be a mouse," I teased as we started to walk down the lane and away from the carriage. The evening was dusky, beautiful and clear, and the air was crisp. "I am far too much like a cat. Besides if I am a mouse, what does that make you?"
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