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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 16:33:43 GMT -5
*Philippe staggered into the room, half the bottle of brandy consumed. Ripping off his shirt, he swiftly downed the other half.*
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 16:38:13 GMT -5
*Aphrodite had ben following this one. Her best plan of attack at the moment was to pretend to be a maid... easy enough, though she looked far too divinely gorgeous to be a maid. She entered the room in an outfit far too revealing for any real maid, and pretended to be shocked.*
"So sorry, Monsieur the Comte, I had no idea..." *She started to back out, mock-timidly. For good measure, her hair had darkened to brown and formed into glossy curls.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 16:39:48 GMT -5
*Philippe glanced up, his eyes glazed over with alcohol.*
"Rebecca, why are you dressed in such a way?"
*He frowned, confused at her.*
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 16:44:34 GMT -5
"I..."
*Who was Rebecca? She searched for a moment and realized that this man... he was in love. Or something. She felt remotely bad but was feeling more sex-deprived than anything else.*
"I'm not... My name is Victoire." *She stammered.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 16:47:41 GMT -5
*Philippe grinned slowly.*
"If that is how you want to play it."
*He waved an arm.*
"Come here then."
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 16:50:03 GMT -5
"But monsieur, I..." *But of course she was already in his arms.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 16:51:28 GMT -5
*Philippe began to kiss her passionately.*
"I was so frightened today, love."
*He began to pull at the fastenings of her clothes.*
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 16:52:19 GMT -5
*Mmmm. This was a good idea. She had no idea what he was talking about so she kissed him again and moaned softly.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 16:52:52 GMT -5
((Deadly fever and ankle spraining all in one day and she's nearly completely recovered. Some days I love being a Sue.))
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 16:55:04 GMT -5
*In one fierce rip Philippe had pulled her dress off of her and place her firmly beneath him. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her deeply again.*
"Never do that again... Rebecca."
**********FADE OUT*********
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 16:55:55 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
*She laid curled in his arms, extremely glad she'd thought of this. She placed haphazard kisses on his bare chest.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 16:59:03 GMT -5
*Becca had asked directions from a sleepy servant who had pointed her in the right direction, and her mind was in such a whirl that she didn't even think to knock. The door swung open slowly and at first she saw nothing in the dimness of the room until her eyes adjusted and the moonlight that flooded the room was enough to reveal everything to her.* " "
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Post by Aphrodite on Jan 27, 2008 17:00:41 GMT -5
*Aphrodite didn't need to look to see who it was.*
*Rebecca.*
*Whatever, it was Phillipe's problem.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 27, 2008 17:01:26 GMT -5
*Philippe roused himself, then looked down at the girl. Then at the doorway. Then down at the girl on the bed again. Suddenly he felt very sober.*
"...Rebecca."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 27, 2008 17:05:49 GMT -5
*She realized her mouth was open and her lower lip was trembling a little, but she felt as though her feet had turned to stone, and words failed her at the moment. She stared helplessly at Philippe where he stood, at the girl who lay with langourous abandon on the bed, trying to make sense of it all and failing. Her dark eyes shone with hurt, and her expression was utterly wounded.
She knew what sex was, of course.
She just didn't know it was like THIS.
She didn't know if meeting the Comte's gaze would make things better or worse, but where else could she look? After an interminable length of time, she chose the ceiling. No, the floor. No--yes. The floor.*
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