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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Feb 17, 2011 19:35:11 GMT -5
Continued from Free Time“Thank you,” I said softly, smiling at him as I stepped through the door. I moved to the side so he could enter and blinked my eyes a little to accustom them to the dimmer lighting inside the inn.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Feb 18, 2011 17:57:52 GMT -5
Following Douleur inside, I also squinted a bit, adjusting to the change in lighting. After a moment, though, I took her over to one of the booths along the walls, where we would have a small measure of privacy. Rather than sitting across from her, though, I slipped onto the bench beside her, giving her a playful smile as I settled next to her.
Soon, a waitress found us, and when she asked what we would be having to drink, I told her, "Well, red wine for me. What about you, Douleur, what will your poison be?" Turning my attention back on the lovely woman I'd entered with, my voice again gave her name a definite caress as I looked over her.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Feb 18, 2011 21:47:38 GMT -5
To my surprise, but I found I didn’t mind at all, he sat beside me, trapping me between his warm, strong body and the wall. Kushiel have mercy, all I wanted at that moment was to lay my cheek against his arm.
The waitress arrived and saved me from myself. “The same, thank you,” I said softly.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Feb 20, 2011 13:36:38 GMT -5
Once the waitress left us to go get our drinks, I turned to face Douleur more directly, smiling invitingly into her eyes. Idly, I lifted the hand nearest to her, and began to toy with a luxuriant brown curl, wrapping it around one finger as I asked her, "So, other than shopping, what do you like to do when your mistress gives you some time to yourself?" I was not normally so forward with someone who was not yet a patron, but I sensed she was shy, and unlikely to be forward at all herself.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Feb 21, 2011 0:32:24 GMT -5
As he wrapped my hair around his finger, it occurred to me that if he’d pressed me to the wall and kissed me right then, I’d have not made a move or sound to stop him.
“I…I visit my family mostly,” I answered, my voice soft and not without a tremble. “I haven’t had much free time as yet… I am still settling in.”
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Feb 22, 2011 15:32:25 GMT -5
I had the impression, watching her as she spoke, that the brunette beauty before me might want to be kissed, and Elua, it was tempting. Nodding at her words, I smiled into her eyes, getting lost in them for a moment as I continued to toy with the silken locks wrapped around my index digit. I was not quite ready to go that far, as I knew that if I did, I would most certainly want more, and without my marque made, that could be quite a frustrating road to travel.
But the wedding and coronation of the new Queen was coming, and I would have something of a reprieve. Perhaps I would be able to meet with her over those couple of days. Though I didn't kiss her yet, I did move a bit closer, keeping my eyes on hers. "I see. I really am honored, then, that you would choose to spend some of it with me, Douleur," I told her, my eyes darting downward just a bit to look upon her lips.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Feb 22, 2011 22:40:30 GMT -5
His eyes moved to my lips and I knew he’d find them parted just slightly as I sought to accommodate the increased pace of my breathing. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to hold onto the soft moan of wanting that was trying to escape me.
“You are very good company,” I whispered.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Feb 28, 2011 11:35:41 GMT -5
I could sense her more rapid breathing, and saw that her self-control seemed to be slipping. Elua, but it was a lovely sight. "As are you, my dear. It has been an exceedingly pleasant day," I responded to her, remaining close to her as I spoke. When the drinks were brought to our table, the waitress left them there with a knowing grin on her lips, though I didn't see it at all. I was far too lost in my enjoyment of what I was sharing with the woman I'd come in with.
I lifted a hand, then, brushing a few strands of hair back from her face, sweeping them over her ear. Moving in just a bit closer, I murmured teasingly then, for her ears only, "You have the look of a woman wanting to be kissed, Douleur." This time, as I said her name, my mouth was close enough that the movements of speaking brought my lips just barely into contact with hers for a moment, giving her the tiniest of tastes.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Feb 28, 2011 17:54:22 GMT -5
He was so close now, the heat of him making my skin tingle, the scent of him enveloping me.
“Please,” I begged in a soft whisper, barely more than a breath. I wanted badly to press my lips fully to his, to feel more than the teasing caress, but I waited, every inch of me begging him to kiss me.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Feb 28, 2011 19:05:48 GMT -5
That single, pleading word shattered my self control; how Mandrake's adepts could ignore such sweet begging was beyond me. For myself, Douleur's lips were the sweetest I'd had occasion to taste in some time, and I moaned immediately once I pressed my own to them. Just because I was eager, however, does not mean I proceeded without skill, the tip of my tongue tracing her lips teasingly before slipping between them, seeking hers.
At the same time, my hand moved to her hip, easing her back further against the wall as I reveled in the taste of her mouth, exploring it urgently. There was a light press of our bodies; I was not trying to force her to anything, nor did I think I would have to, truly, but it simply felt good to have her body closer to mine.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Feb 28, 2011 19:39:20 GMT -5
Pleasure crashed over me as his lips pressed fully to mine, his tongue slipping between my lips to my welcoming mouth. He tasted new and different, sweet with an edge of spice I couldn’t name immediately.
When he pressed me more to the wall, allowing me to feel more of him against me, the moan broke free of my grip. My hand came up, caressing the side of his neck gently as we continued to kiss.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Mar 1, 2011 11:33:08 GMT -5
Having her trapped against the wall in such a manner was intoxicating, and even as I took pleasure from the kiss she gave me, I despaired of my status as an adept who was not fully marqued. I would only be able to carry such passion so far, for now, but after tasting her, I knew I would ride that line as closely as I could.
I was not a Mandrake, certainly, but odd wagers could be made in the Bryony gambling hall, and I'd played lightly at both sides of that particular coin from time to time. Invariably, I'd always enjoyed being the dominant to the submissive, though such games were not necessary to my pleasure. Something about this lovely brunette woman, though, begged to be taken, and so I did, through the kiss we shared, my tongue aggressively darting about her mouth, caressing and teasing.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Mar 3, 2011 16:17:34 GMT -5
His kiss became more forceful and I yielded to it, completely without thought. I was not passive though, my fingers playing along the line where his hair touched his neck even as my tongue returned the caresses of his whenever they met.
Once more images filled my mind of him taking me, his flesh pressed to mine, the sounds of our pleasure filling the room. I moaned with wanting, deep and intense, even as I despaired. My marque was bought, but unfinished, my pleasures were not my own to give even if his had been. Merciful Kushiel, I wanted him though.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Mar 3, 2011 17:00:10 GMT -5
It was a pleasant kiss, to be certain, and there was a part of me that was tempted to convince her to slip up to a room with me anyway. When I finally broke the kiss, however, I licked my lips and whispered with pleased frustration, "You know I cannot take things much further than this...I have not yet made my marque." I had no idea what the situation with her own marque was, of course, since she had seemingly had it bought by someone within the Shahrizai clan.
Despite the breaking of the kiss, I remained close to her, body pressed lightly to the front of hers as I looked into her eyes, on the verge it might seem, of pressing my lips to hers anew. I could not help but wonder how she would take the news, but after that kiss, I thought it would be too cruel to continue without letting her know.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Mar 4, 2011 15:46:35 GMT -5
“I’ve not yet made mine either,” I told him softly. I wanted to look away, but his gaze held me pinned as surely as his body did. “I’m sorry… I should have told you before…” My skin was too heated with desire to blush, or I would have.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Mar 5, 2011 0:00:50 GMT -5
"Neither of us told the other, Douleur. Truthfully, I did not expect to take things so far beyond simple flirting," I admitted to her, though there was no shame in my voice; being an adept did not mean one could not have desires of one's own after all. "But I also do not regret what has passed between us. I do have...an idea, something I would like to ask you, though, if you would truly like to indulge yourself with me."
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Mar 8, 2011 16:59:25 GMT -5
“Anything, you may ask me anything,” I told him. My body writhed slightly against him of its own will; I was still aching to my core for more of him.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Mar 8, 2011 18:47:41 GMT -5
"During the day of the Royal Wedding, and the day after that, we will be free to pursue Elua's precepts as we wish," Mahieu says, even though he is certain that she has likely read or heard the proclamation. Most everyone had, after all, and such a day of freedom was certainly not going to be overlooked by someone whose marque was still held by another. "Would you like to make plans to meet over those days, if your services are not needed by your mistress?" I asked her, seeing no point any longer in being subtle when I had her body pressed so deliciously into the corner of the booth.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Mar 8, 2011 23:23:56 GMT -5
“Yes,” I answered without thought. I would have agreed to anything right then if it meant the possibility of being with him. I didn’t know if the Duchess would grant me freedom that day, but all I could do was ask her. She was not cruel and Mahieu was not likely to damage me in any manner that might keep me from doing my duties. It had been so long since I’d been with someone and the fact that it might be him made me moan low.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Mar 12, 2011 18:24:33 GMT -5
I was glad that she agreed; it had been a pleasant afternoon spent in her company, and I felt it a shame that we could not end it the way that we both so clearly wished that it would. At her answer, I pressed my lips to hers yet again, a bit more aggressively than the first time, though still not likely as rough as she might have been used to from her time in Valerian house. I was not trying to compete with the men she might have been with in that time, however; I was enjoying her in my own right, my tongue probing her mouth hungrily, darting about hers toyingly.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Mar 12, 2011 22:39:03 GMT -5
Part whimper, mostly moan, the sound that rose from me was pure need and my body writhed hungrily against his as he kissed me. My fingers tangled in his shirt, trying to get him closer. I wanted him, oh merciful Kushiel, I wanted him so bad.
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Post by Mahieu nó Bryony on Mar 13, 2011 0:13:48 GMT -5
Breaking the kiss again slowly, reluctantly, my chest was rising and falling as I opened my eyes to meet hers. "You will send word if your mistress will give you time during those days?" I asked her, licking my lips as visions of what she might look like in the throes of passion filling my mind. "We can meet right here if you like...take a room upstairs," I offered, glancing upward as I wished we could do so right then. I didn't have much, other than what was saved for my next trip to the marquist's salon, but for her, I would indulge myself.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Mar 13, 2011 3:09:14 GMT -5
He broke the kiss and it was all I could do not to sob. I knew we had to stop before we either caused a scene or lost total control and gave in to our desires, but I didn't want to. I wanted him to keep kissing me like that, I wanted to feel his hands on bare flesh, I wanted to hear him moan my name...
"Yes, I will ask as soon as I can and send word immediately," I answered breathlessly.
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