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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 11:03:36 GMT -5
((Let's just say this is a hallway near the costume room, and they're poking into doors until they find the right one, k?))
*descends a staircase into the narrow hallway, removing her arm from Valmont's in order to push open a door to her right*
No, this one's just storage...
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 11:14:37 GMT -5
*Valmont opened another on the left.*
"No, this won't do at all," *he said. At least a costume room should have something soft in it. They tried a few more, and he wondered when they'd just give up and appropriate a misplaced sofa or armchair.*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 11:23:02 GMT -5
*tries the door next to the first she'd tried, finds it locked, and continues on to the next one down the hall*
Aha! Success. And look, my luggage has already been brought in.
*squeezes in past several large crates (bearing her monogram) stacked haphazardly in the middle of the room, making opening the door all the way an impossibility*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 11:36:05 GMT -5
*Intrigued by the sight of her disappearing through the snug opening, Valmont followed.*
"Indeed," *he said gravely, pretending interest in the contents.* "Quite good service here."
*He shut the door discretely with his foot.*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 11:43:09 GMT -5
*looks around, not at all pleased with what she sees*
It's small. It's too small. I hope to God this is one of many, many costume rooms.
*runs her hand along the seat of a sofa pushed against the back wall, frowning as she removes a handful of dust in the process*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 12:05:39 GMT -5
*Valmont coughed delicately into his handkerchief and frowned.*
"Indeed. The help here must be appalling."
*He glanced around for something that would serve. There was a sort of work table to the side. He supposed it would do, in a pinch. He sidled up behind Vienna.*
"I daresay you could find a way to make the space... work for you."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 12:18:11 GMT -5
*lowers her chin, glancing sideways so that Valmont's arm is just in sight*
You think so, do you?
*turns to face him, her body sliding against his in the process*
Yes, I suppose this might work for me.
*leans back and supports herself by placing her hands on the back of the sofa, arching her back slightly and narrowing her eyes at him*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 12:28:54 GMT -5
"I have no doubt your skill with a needle is not your only sphere of expertise," *he said, leaning over her.* "And should you have any doubt about my credentials as an artiste, I have amassed considerable skill of my own."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 12:35:18 GMT -5
I have no doubt of it, but perhaps you should demonstrate all the same...
*barely speaks above a whisper, her lips less than an inch from his*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 12:52:20 GMT -5
*Valmont's lips curled in a smile.*
"I am, as ever, happy to oblige a lady."
*He kissed her slowly, sensuously, as a promise of things to come.*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 12:57:36 GMT -5
*parts her lips immediately, leaning her whole body against his and laying a hand on the back of his nect, keeping one on the couch to hold herself upright...for now*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 13:12:35 GMT -5
*Valmont increased his pressure, running his hands up her sides. He rather wanted to avoid the dusty sofa, but wasn't sure it was possible. Still, he liked a girl without pretense. The chase was all very well, but once in awhile one wanted someone who could play the game.
But the dust would ruin his clothes.*
"One moment, my dear."
*He broke away to reach blindly for the first fistful of fabric he could, pulling out several brocade and silk gowns to throw over the couch.*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 13:28:13 GMT -5
*avoids his lips momentarily when he leans in to resume the kiss; had he really just broken contact to shove some dresses underneath her? That wasn't so attractive.*
An entire city full of French lovers and I had to meet the one whose clothing is more important to him than having a rollicking good time.
*considers him*
Oh, who cares?
*puts both arms around his neck as she presses her mouth roughly against his, sliding down onto the gowns strewn below her and pulling him down with her*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 13:44:04 GMT -5
*They slid into the nest of the gowns, the silk sliding against flesh where it was bare. He rather liked the effect, and set to doing what he did best. His hands slid everywhere and he started to work at her buttons.*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Dec 18, 2007 13:54:42 GMT -5
*quickly and easily unfastens every piece of his wardrobe she can reach, a benefit of being so familiar with the construction of clothing; rearranging herself on the sofa so she isn't two seconds from sliding onto the floor, she clutches his shoulders and pulls him down on top of her*
***FADE OUT***
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