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Post by Valerie on Jul 1, 2008 13:57:36 GMT -5
"Aren't you a little overdressed?" *she muttered, tugging at the buttons on his waistcoat distractedly, her hands trembling a little despite herself.*
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Post by Valmont on Jul 1, 2008 18:16:48 GMT -5
*Valmont allowed himself a small smile, as she wasn't really looking at him.*
"Now that you mention it," *he said carelessly, but he helped her subtly. He liked some initiative, and didn't want to take over entirely.*
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Post by Valerie on Jul 2, 2008 2:54:43 GMT -5
*Her hands traced the length of his spine, fingers drifting back along his ribs.*
Kinda skinny.
*Like it mattered.*
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Post by Valmont on Jul 2, 2008 10:36:23 GMT -5
*His vest and shirt shed, he bent to explore the sensitive skin of her breasts as he moved one of her hands to the buttons of his trousers.*
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Post by Valerie on Jul 2, 2008 10:44:51 GMT -5
*Valerie twitched the buttons free of their holes with little concern for finesse or gentleness in the motion. Part of her still had the overwhelming urge to punch him in the groin, but she knew that would obscure her general purpose at the moment.*
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Post by Valmont on Jul 2, 2008 12:15:32 GMT -5
*Valmont slid free of his trousers and sent his mouth and hands further down her body in an exploration tantamount to worship.*
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Post by Valerie on Jul 2, 2008 12:21:57 GMT -5
"Stop it," *she moaned, batting his hands away and trying to lift his head back up.* "Just f*ck me."
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Post by Valmont on Jul 2, 2008 14:59:18 GMT -5
*Valmont resisted her urging.*
"Don't want to," *he murmured.* "Not like that."
*He remained where he was for long enough to make his point, then moved up her body. He was more than ready. His vision, and all his senses, were filled with her. He needed her to acknowledge this, to be with him, to understand the passion he bore for her that was outside all explicable bounds of his existence.*
"Look at me," *he demanded, hovering over her.* "Look at me, Valerie."
**FADE OUT**
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Post by Valerie on Jul 2, 2008 15:05:03 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*She lay her head on the open pages of a book, the rough, dusty paper rubbing against her cheek being the only thing she could focus on as her head spun wildly, the throbbing of her heartbeat racing out of control. She couldn't breathe, and yet--a minute passed, then another, and she was still alive.*
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Post by Valmont on Jul 2, 2008 16:33:25 GMT -5
*After a few moments lost in oblivion, Valmont rose to one elbow and gazed at Valerie.
Yes. That was it. That look. The little death. And any moment now, he would collect himself and his clothes and walk out of here, leaving her satisfied but wanting more, and he wouldn't look back.*
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Post by Valerie on Jul 2, 2008 16:57:10 GMT -5
*Valerie managed to sit up, and reached for her dress.*
"Enough," *she said roughly, not meeting his eyes.* "Enough, now."
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Post by Valmont on Jul 2, 2008 17:32:30 GMT -5
"Yes," *he said finally, chagrined to find his voice was slightly shaky. He reached for his trousers, his mouth dry as he inadvertently recalled the scene in this very library, where she'd died. He'd said... And she had laughed at him, with her dying breath.
He'd been distraught, of course. It was ridiculous. What was she but a bit of skirt? He'd go home, freshen up, and go out on the town. He'd forget. No more gifts, no more visits. No more books. And he certainly wouldn't make a fool of himself now.
Valmont buttoned his vest and reset his expression.*
"Delightful as always, my dear," *he said idly.* "What an enchanting afternoon."
*He rose to brush off his jacket.*
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Post by Valerie on Jul 2, 2008 17:41:17 GMT -5
"Spare me the make-nice let-down, Sebastian. I don't need to get over something I was never in," *she said, finishing with her dress and running her fingers through her hair, settling it back in place. Sort of.* "I trust I won't have to see you in my library ever again?"
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Post by Valmont on Jul 2, 2008 18:16:35 GMT -5
*Wasn't for her, stupid girl! But he didn't say that.*
"Why should I borrow books anyone might have touched when I can buy my own?" *he said, fluffing out his cravat.* "You needn't worry, Mademoiselle Lambert. You're dreadful for the reputation."
*He picked up his walking stick but turned back to her, a corner of his mouth lifting wryly in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.*
"You'll remember me, Valerie. Try as you might to forget."
*He turned to go.*
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Post by Valerie on Jul 3, 2008 3:03:51 GMT -5
*She crossed her arms and leaned against the frame of the door leading to the archives as she saw him out.*
"It's mutual, you son of a bitch," *she whispered tauntingly at his back before the door slammed shut between them and she turned the key in the lock, sighing with relief at the blessed solitude and silence of the archives, now.*
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