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Post by Phoenix on Sept 2, 2008 18:29:08 GMT -5
Phoenix really needed to stop thinking about Benno. Especially here, where the memory of his brother--and that worn little bed over there--overlaid things in her imagination.
She had a job to do. A place to run. And she was doing a pretty good job. She was happy. And she'd found herself capable of things she hadn't expected. Staying off dope for one. Running a marginally successful club, for another. And she could sing all she wanted.
But she couldn't help but wonder how Ben felt about it. If it made him uncomfortable. She'd hardly known him a week, and she already cared what he thought. It was stupid. But not exactly the stupidest thing she'd ever done.
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 10, 2008 16:39:20 GMT -5
The Emcee sauntered in to the club with a cigarette holding loosely in his lips, there was hoops and hollers from some of the dancers and a couple of what could be called glomps. He asked one of them where Phoenix was and they told him that she was in her dressing room.
He pushed open the door softly and laid his head on the doorframe "Guten Abend."
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 10, 2008 16:53:31 GMT -5
Phoenix glanced up into the mirror, and, catching his reflection, turned with a huge smile on her face. She'd known instantly it wasn't Benno, but the resemblance impressed itself on her again, even as her mind noted all the differences.
She hesitated only a moment before rising from her chair and throwing herself into his arms.
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 10, 2008 16:56:50 GMT -5
The Emcee held her tightly and lifted her up so he could rest his head in the crook of her neck, kissing it softly.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 10, 2008 17:15:25 GMT -5
Phoenix thrilled to his kiss, pressing herself to him. It felt so familiar and comforting, though part of her realized abruptly that she'd wanted Ben to kiss her today, when she'd dropped him off at work. But the revelation did not dim her reaction to the Emcee, and she wound her arms around his neck.
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 10, 2008 21:35:29 GMT -5
"Did you miss me?" He whispered flicking his tongue against her ear.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 11, 2008 10:14:31 GMT -5
"Hmm," she hummed, drawing back to look into his eyes. "What do you think, mister?"
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 14, 2008 2:23:03 GMT -5
"Uff course you meesed me" he nuzzled her nose and kissed her softly.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 14, 2008 10:23:06 GMT -5
Phoenix told him just how much with her kiss, hot and lingering. But the wonder of it was, she'd survived. The club hadn't fallen down around her. Violence had been kept to a minimum, it was paying off, and she was even doing some choreography work. She looked healthy and fit and clear-headed. She'd missed him, but she hadn't needed him. And that confidence did not dampen her joy at having him back.
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 16, 2008 3:28:07 GMT -5
While is Italy he had barely seen Xavier and spent most of his time with the mans pregnant wife. Which meant, as one might imagine, that in the time that the one known as The Emcee had barely laid hands on another, other than in greeting.
He was desperate, to say the least.
He intensified the kiss, if that was in anyway possible and slammed the door shut, placing both of his long hands on the sides of her face, his passion unwavering.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 16, 2008 9:17:58 GMT -5
Phoenix wrapped herself around him, matching his passion and fanning it. After several days spent consciously not-touching a man who looked so much like him, and for whom she had growing tender feelings, his hands on her was like touching a match to a gasoline-soaked bonfire. She moaned low in her throat, arching against him and tangling her hands in his black hair.
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 16, 2008 23:24:06 GMT -5
He grabbed on to Phoenix and swung around pulling her across the room, throwing his jacket on the floor.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 17, 2008 10:00:51 GMT -5
Phoenix chuckled throatily and got to work on his shirt, after pausing only a moment to draw her own over her head.
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Post by The Emcee on Sept 17, 2008 23:07:34 GMT -5
He couldn't hold back any longer he began tearing at her clothes like a mad man, ripping almost violently at everything he could get to... without hurting her.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 18, 2008 10:19:44 GMT -5
Phoenix responded to his ardor in kind, pulling him against her and they tumbled onto the narrow bed. She grinned ferociously, her hands seemingly everywhere, as she reacquainted herself with his familiar shape.
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