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Post by Rochester on Apr 23, 2007 18:41:51 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled mischievously. Tracing his teeth with his tongue, he looked her over playfully.*
“Well, there is always plenty to spare on my table and you are always welcome. I do hope at some point we might go out to find some sustenance, should the thought still appeal to you. And if we come home empty-handed, at least we’ll be able to comfort each other.”
*He winked.*
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Post by Alex on Apr 24, 2007 9:23:29 GMT -5
*A lazy grin crept over Alex's face.*
"That is a fine idea, old boy. I do so enjoy no-lose situations."
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Post by Rochester on Apr 24, 2007 9:29:39 GMT -5
*Rochester stood and refitted his garments properly, trying to resume his dandy appearance and will the flush out of his cheeks with a grin. He leaned his elbows on the table, hunched over it as he stroked her cheek gently.*
“And when would it please you to start such…adventures?”
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Post by Alex on Apr 24, 2007 9:41:21 GMT -5
*Alex rolled to her feet, her actions mirroring Rochester's.*
"Whenever you like; I find my schedule, since arriving in Paris, to be curiously lax. Did you have something in mind?"
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Post by Rochester on Apr 24, 2007 9:49:55 GMT -5
*Rochester pushed his lips forward in thought. Then he offered a playful glance.*
“Well…to be honest, I hadn’t quite gotten that far yet. I was a bit…distracted. But you would probably know better than I…where are the good hunting grounds around here?”
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Post by Alex on Apr 24, 2007 13:42:54 GMT -5
*Alex frowned, a little pucker appearing between her eyebrows.*
"That is the trouble, you know. I'd have thought the Opera--for my kind of fare, at least--but things have been somewhat slow. I'm afraid I haven't been initiated into the Parisian underworld, as yet. I suppose I've been remiss."
*She fell silent, thinking about Selena, and what had been lost.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 24, 2007 13:46:35 GMT -5
*Rochester nodded knowingly.*
“Very well. We shall seek out this underworld together then. Do you want to go now? Or would you prefer to retire upstairs that we might start this new quest refreshed tomorrow?”
*His brow bounced suggestively.*
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Post by Alex on Apr 25, 2007 11:50:53 GMT -5
"You're sure it's not an imposition?" *she asked. She had, after all, descended upon him uninvited. Then again, she didn't peg Rochester as the type to worry overmuch about schedules and things.*
"In that case, I'm ready as soon as you are." *She raked her gaze over him suggestively.* "Ready, that is."
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Post by Rochester on Apr 25, 2007 12:29:49 GMT -5
*Rochester's brow arched deliciously.*
"Does that mean that you would want seconds before going out? Just to stave off the hunger, of course."
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Post by Alex on Apr 25, 2007 13:17:48 GMT -5
"I'm not the one on a budget," *she pointed out.* "If you want me to tset you, though, I'd be happy..."
*She pinned him to a chair, hovering above him for just a moment, before descending...*
*FADE OUT*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 25, 2007 13:26:37 GMT -5
((Sweet lord, woman! )) ***FADE IN*** *Rochester's gaze swam back to focus on Alex. He pursed his lips and shook his head playfully.* "You, my dear Alex, have the body of a Venus, but the appetite of a sixteen year old boy. Are you trying to keep me from ever wanting to leave?" *He batted his dark lashes and grinned.* "As it is…I'm afraid that a new course of action is required. Get your lovely self upstairs at once. I feel that some proper rest is in order. And if you get peckish for a midnight snack…I'm sure we can arrange something." *His brow twisted suggestively and he smacked her on the bum.* "Go on, darling. Don't worry, I'm coming too."
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Post by Alex on Apr 25, 2007 13:32:35 GMT -5
((You were totally asking for it. If you don't want me to call you on it, don't bluff.))
*Alex snorted in an un-Venus-like way.*
"Merely collecting evidence, my good man. You wouldn't want me to be uninformed, would you?"
*She hopped off the table.*
"But very well. I'll do as you say, only because you are a flatterer and a terrible influence."
*She grinned to herself. No, he wasn't a woman, but he was a damn fine substitute.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 25, 2007 13:56:20 GMT -5
(( ;D I can't bluff worth crap. I always play the hand I'm dealt.))
*Rochester straightened and refastened his clothing. Again. With a flip of his wrist and a wolfish grin, he looked to Alex.*
"Very well, you have caught me in my most deplorable secret. I can't help myself. After all…I do love to hear myself talk. And you make for such a delightful subject."
*Taking a sip of wine, he paused, then looked to her again expectantly.*
"Up the stairs and second room on the left. Should I bring the bottle?"
*He gestured inquisitively with his fingertips.*
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Post by Alex on Apr 25, 2007 17:07:59 GMT -5
"At the very least," *Alex said over her shoulder as she straightened her shirt and made for the exit.
As she walked up the stairs, she wondered at her own behavior. Mother would have a fit--Papa would beat her bloody, no doubt. But she felt in control, and happy, and more completely herself than she had in some time.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 25, 2007 18:22:23 GMT -5
*Rochester just smiled and shook his head, grabbing the bottle and two glasses. When he reached the door however, he set the glasses down to open the liquor cabinet, pulling out a carafe of cognac. He considered it for a moment, then decided that they could make due without the glasses. Liquor in hand, he followed her up the stairs to his room.*
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