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Post by Adrienne on Jun 10, 2008 19:56:52 GMT -5
*At that she gave him a smile and led him out of the library.*
((Some kind of cafe or something? Or they could get in a carriage, because she definitely has a carriage.))
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Post by Roman on Jun 10, 2008 19:57:36 GMT -5
((Sure.))
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Post by Valerie on Jun 17, 2008 11:53:15 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
*Valerie sat behind the check-out counter, the nose which was stuck in a book supporting a new pair of wire-rimmed spectacles. Too much reading, the doctor had said, weakened the eyes. Valerie had shrugged, considered the damage done, and gotten the spectacles to aid her. Besides, she only needed them for reading--it wasn't as if she had to wear them all the time. Just most of the time.*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 17, 2008 12:12:51 GMT -5
*Damn it.
He wasn't going to wait any longer. She was alive, she wanted him, and she was right there at the library, where she always was. Valmont had stayed away long enough. Since when did he wait for them to come to him? He was a hunter. Frankly, so was she--she just needed reminding.
Valmont strode confidently into the library and to the desk, standing with one hand on his hip and placing one on the table in front of him.*
"Take your lunch break," *he said, his voice soft as a worn leather cover and just as tough.*
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Post by Valerie on Jun 17, 2008 12:15:14 GMT -5
"I'm not hungry," *she mumbled, burying herself deeper in her book.* "And we are NOT going to have this argument--again--in the middle of my workplace."
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Post by Valmont on Jun 17, 2008 12:21:12 GMT -5
"We're not eating," *Valmont said.* "And I didn't come here to argue."
*He plucked the book from her hands and turned to walk back into the gloomy stacks.*
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Post by Valerie on Jun 17, 2008 12:26:36 GMT -5
*Valerie dug her hands into her hair, longing to pull it out in great clumps. The man was almost frighteningly insatiable. She hopped off her chair and stalked off in the opposite direction. She could stand to lock herself in the archives until he gave up for the day and went and found himself a prostitute.
It was only when she reached the door that she realized she'd left the key back at her desk.*
This calls for subtlety.
*She picked up a nearby ledger, making it look as if she had come that way for the sole purpose of picking it up, casually looping back towards her desk and grabbing the key.*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 17, 2008 14:09:51 GMT -5
*Valmont rolled his eyes and met her back at the desk.*
"How cunning you are, to find us some privacy. What does this open?"
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Post by Valerie on Jun 17, 2008 15:15:13 GMT -5
"Here's a hint--it isn't my legs," *she said witheringly, beating a hasty retreat to the archives and seeking her refuge amidst the towers of books and boxes of ancient, dusty papers as Valmont's following was too swift to allow her to lock the door between them.
The dark, narrow room stretched far back, but the warren of stacks and crates seemed to bring the walls in closer. Valerie could have found her way with her eyes closed, and so darted to one side, disappearing into the vault.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, and her laboured breathing sounded harsh and loud in the muted quiet of the place as she came upon a dead-end and sank to the floor, pressing her back against some volumes of an out-of-date encyclopaedia, burying her head in her hands with a soft sob.*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 17, 2008 16:07:58 GMT -5
*Valmont approached quietly. It was too easy. No, not that. Not after all this time. Nothing about her was easy. He crouched before her and pulled her hands away from her face.*
"Shh, don't cry," *he murmured.* "It's not so bad."
*If it was, she'd have tried harder. The musty smell of the back room reminded him, not unpleasantly, of her, and in the stillness his passion grew. She seemed to glow in the dim light as he pressed a kiss to her palm, her wrist, holding her hands as he bent to her lips.*
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Post by Valerie on Jun 17, 2008 16:31:11 GMT -5
"No," *she moaned softly, salt tears smearing across his skin as their lips touched. She turned her face to the side, causing his kiss to slide across one hot cheek.*
"You're foul," *she muttered.*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 17, 2008 16:57:07 GMT -5
*Her tears were salty on his tongue as he bent to kiss her neck, the tender spot below her ear.*
"Give in," *he urged.* "Let me show you... You can't imagine the things I feel for you. So let me show you. Then hate me again. Later."
*He took the lobe of her ear gently between his teeth.*
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Post by Valerie on Jun 17, 2008 17:09:43 GMT -5
*Valerie yet struggled in his embrace, wishing more to hurt him than flee herself--he would only follow if she ran.*
"I can well imagine you're just aching to have your way again, just like you always do. It would make no difference who I was."
*Her fingernails dug lightly into the back of his neck as she shuddered at his sharp teeth sliding against the heated sensitivity of her ear.*
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Post by Valmont on Jun 17, 2008 17:51:04 GMT -5
*His attention wrested away from her ear, Valmont gazed into Valerie's eyes, his expression deceptively mild.*
"It makes every difference," *he whispered.* "Else, why should I need you again? What should you be to me but a conquest, already taken? And yet... here I am. And there I was at your funeral, at no possible benefit to myself."
*Valmont did not bring up the gifts, those given while he thought them father and daughter. He did not plead a case, for he did not know which one he wanted to make. He bent again, this time to the place where her neck met her shoulder, and sucked lightly at the skin there, placing his hands about her trim waist.*
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Post by Valerie on Jun 18, 2008 9:01:10 GMT -5
*His words, and their import just then, frightened her far more than any physical threat may have done, had he been inclined to press his suit by such force.
Her hands reached back, bracing herself against the books lest she loose her head completely and swoon like some silly chit.*
"W-what? As if--as if you loved me?" *she murmured with puzzlement, shying away from his touch with renewed vigor, not wholly escaping the hold he had upon her, but ending the flush contact of their bodies with a sudden jolt of cold air and stiff posture.*
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