James North
- Ingenious Pilot -
a kiss with a fist is better than none
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Post by James North on Jun 6, 2012 16:17:52 GMT -5
He caught the suggestion and immediately darkened.
"I'd much rather not," he replied in a low drawl, angling his head to one side and narrowing his eyes. "She made far too easy prey. The competition--the real competition, that is--is to be found right here."
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Post by Sydney on Jun 7, 2012 4:11:56 GMT -5
There was a thoughtful pause as she feigned trying to work out his implications.
"Oh, you mean me? I am flattered, but these past few minutes have made your state of mind very clear to me. You see, I don't like playing against hungry men: their eagerness makes for dull opponents."
She was willing to bet he hadn't had many (if any) interesting encounters since their last meeting. She could almost smell the starvation on him. He wreaked of it.
"Really Mister North-- the maid? And a girl at that," she ridiculed. "Are you aware that a hunter is judged by the game he chooses to hunt?"
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James North
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a kiss with a fist is better than none
Posts: 208
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Post by James North on Jun 10, 2012 20:01:51 GMT -5
James casually tossed his head to one side, feigning indifference to the sharpness of her words. To his credit, he was quite good at it. But of course she would see right through the mask; in fact, he was surprised he hadn't learned more from his previous mistakes. Why even bother trying? Miss Howard meant to play him as the subordinate, and he kept playing into her hand.
Like a little boy.
"I am well aware," he bristled. "My sincerest apologies for my poor game."
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Post by Sydney on Jun 12, 2012 3:46:13 GMT -5
Sydney's head too moved to one side, but this movement was one of indifference but of observation. While her face showed little (as always, stoic despite biting words and scathing sarcasm), it was evident that the wheels were turning. His pathetic pretense, while admirably put on, was both amusing and vexing. She couldn't decide.
Her head still angled, she descended the stairs at leisure until she reached the marble floor of the foyer. He was just a foot away. She put on her black lambskin day gloves and pinned her bonnet into place, all while gazing just beyond him. The air with which she went about it was reminiscent of how one would treat servants: like they're not meant to be important enough to be completely opaque.
She said nothing. The absolute silence in the foyer was broken only by the clicking of her heels on marble as she walked away. But as she approached the door, another sound rang out, echoing about the space. It was something between a tongue click and a kissing noise. Whatever it was, it sounded uncannily like the noise one would make to call to a dog.
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James North
- Ingenious Pilot -
a kiss with a fist is better than none
Posts: 208
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Post by James North on Jun 12, 2012 19:47:45 GMT -5
He scoffed slightly under his breath and lowered his gaze to his distorted reflection on the marble floor. Is this what he had become, then? Had it really come to that? He was a mere puppet, no longer in control of his own pleasures and vices. She was his sole pleasure and vice now. What disturbed James most was that he would risk inferiority and submission in order to pursue a high that couldn't possibly last for long. And that despite her taunts, he found himself wanting her more and more. Needing her. He bit down on his lower lip so hard that he drew blood.
Well, it wouldn't hurt...one more time. One last time.
He released his hold on the balustrade and slowly trailed after her.
((To the hotel?))
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Post by Sydney on Jun 12, 2012 21:33:14 GMT -5
((À l'hôtel.))
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