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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:35:47 GMT -5
*She tapped her chin and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.*
"You want me to say something sexy, don't you?"
*Slowly, she grinned.*
"I get the stallion to ride," *she said firmly.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:37:52 GMT -5
*Philippe's jaw dropped before he truly understood her meaning.*
"Well, you have done so before."
*He ran a hand down her neck.*
"I would imagine you could do so again."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:40:10 GMT -5
"Of course I can! I've been riding since I was three!"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:42:44 GMT -5
*Philippe sighed.It was not the time.*
"Come then, I think the rain has stopped."
*He turned to her and taking her waist between his hands kissed her gently.*
"I am both relieved and saddened."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:51:44 GMT -5
*Even the gentlest of his kisses thrilled her to the tips of her toes and brought her "illness" back in a heady rush.*
"Oh? ...why is that?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:55:41 GMT -5
"Because you will not grow damp and catch and chill in the rain which is good."
*He mock sighed.*
"But I am saddened because I would then have had a chance to warm you."
*He wrapped his arm around her waist.*
"And I had no blankets."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:58:32 GMT -5
*She smiled as he held her close.*
"We can find a cold and forbidding attic back at the house, I'm certain," *she teased.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 19:04:41 GMT -5
*Philippe decided that riding would be rather uncomfortable indeed.*
"Oh, I hope so."
*He picked her up and placed her on the stallion.*
"Don't tell me off, I know the better rider."
*He untied the gelding and took it's reins in his hands. In a flash he had mounted the stallion behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach.*
"But I do enjoy the contact and you did not state the terms of our agreement."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 19:14:18 GMT -5
*Becca gasped a little at the tickly feeling in her stomach when he touched her there. His chest was warm and solid at her back, and she leaned back to rest against him, fitting the curve of her body against his. The motion of the walking horse created a gentle friction between them, and she smiled slowly, her hands tightening on the reins.*
"Going to be rather saddle-sore, aren't you?" *she said placidly.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 19:17:37 GMT -5
*Philippe closed his eyes.*
"...Yes."
*He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 19:26:07 GMT -5
*Becca burst out laughing.*
"Oh, Philippe...you're a superb gentleman."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 5, 2008 4:57:40 GMT -5
*Philippe chuckled.*
"If you say so my dear."
*When they reached the house he dismounted and held out a hand for Rebecca.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 5, 2008 11:28:22 GMT -5
*Becca took his hand and slid down from the saddle, tugging off her riding gloves.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 5, 2008 12:04:27 GMT -5
*Philippe took her hand and kissed it.*
"If you will forgive me, I have some business to attend to. I will see you at dinner."
*He took a riding glove and placed it in his pocket.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 5, 2008 14:12:11 GMT -5
*Becca propped her fists on her hips for a moment, looking after him as he left and shaking her head at his incorrigibile romanticism. Still, she smiled softly to herself as she wandered back into the house to work on a painting.*
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