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Post by Alex on Apr 27, 2007 11:05:24 GMT -5
*Alex grinned at the sight of the bottles in Rochester's hand.*
"Ahh--caught the Irish in me, did you?" *she asked ((meaning no offense to any Irish present)).* "Are you trying to debauch me past all usefulness to anyone else?"
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Post by Rochester on Apr 27, 2007 11:11:10 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled wickedly and put the bottles on the bedside table. Crawling into bed, he grabbed the bottle of wine and uncorked it, apparently deep in thought.*
“Hmm…not an entirely unappealing concept…but no, I will do my best to not lead you into complete temptation as such. However, if you want to toe the edge with me…”
*He took a swig.*
“I wouldn’t mind the company. I’m afraid I can be a bit of a lush. I know…”
*His dimple deepened.*
“You had no idea.”
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Post by Alex on Apr 27, 2007 11:48:52 GMT -5
*Alex wrested the bottle from him.*
"Then I guess I'd better make sure you don't finish it all yourself."
*She took a healthy swig, and handed it back.*
"I used to drink the stable boys under the table," *she confided.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 27, 2007 11:53:38 GMT -5
“Oh really?”
*He took another swig and handed the bottle back to her, loosing his cravat as he started to undress.*
“I do hope you don’t mind, but I have certain rules about being dressed and in bed at the same time. I find it…quite deplorable.”
*He grinned and threw the cravat on a chair near the bed.*
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Post by Alex on Apr 27, 2007 15:08:01 GMT -5
*Alex rolled her eyes.*
"You'll find me a rather lax English...man," *she said, shrugging free of her shirt.*
"You can't imagine how refreshing it is to let these free," *she added, tossing aside the binding from her breasts.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 27, 2007 18:30:22 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled wickedly as he tugged off his shirt. Tossing it by the cravat, he turned to her, his hands offered palms up.*
“I’d be happy to rub anything that’s sore.”
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Post by Kris on Apr 29, 2007 19:31:33 GMT -5
*The elaborate door knocker rang out just as Alex was about to take Rochester up on any number of offers. She cast an irritated glance at Rochester.*
"Expecting anyone?"
*Kris waited outside, shivering in the cold that she'd forgotten she could either alter or counter with a new coat. She tended to get caught up like that. When it opened, she couldn't help herself.*
"Hey. I mean, hi. I mean, I didn't know where else to go!"
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Post by Rochester on Apr 29, 2007 19:47:55 GMT -5
((I adore you. You know that, right?))
*Rochester shook his head confused and threw on a robe, making his way done the stairs to see a young girl talking to the butler. He wasn't sure, but she looked unfamiliar. He dismiss the butler with a wave of his hand, making his way to the door, still looking very confused.*
"Can I help you, Miss?"
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Post by Kris on Apr 29, 2007 19:59:06 GMT -5
*Kris hid a smile at Rochester's appearance. This was way too cool. But it wouldn't do to look too eager.*
"I'm terribly sorry for the imposition," *she said.* "But I find myself with no one else to turn to, and I thought Alex Abercrombie-O'Toole might be here..." *Accordingly, a disheveled Alex appeared blinking behind Rochester.* "She knows me."
*Alex stared at her, shook her head, and smiled uncertainly. She seemed to recognize the girl, but not know from where, or why. Just that she liked her and wanted to help her out.*
"My name is Kris, sir, and I won't be any trouble."
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Post by Rochester on Apr 29, 2007 20:07:14 GMT -5
Wait...two? I must be dreaming. And both with men's names. How lovely.
*Rochester looked to Alex and with her consent, back to Kris, opening the door and standing to the side, letting her in. He took her hand and kissed it with a well practice bow, even if his grin was a bit lecherous.*
"I am the Earl of Rochester, but please...just call me Rochester. I am sorry that you've caught me...well, a bit off from my best. But if you would like I can have some food prepared and you can tell us all about your situation."
*He looked down and back to her, a bit embarrassed.*
"If you'll pardon me for just a moment, I'll even manage to find some proper clothes for the occasion."
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Post by Kris on Apr 29, 2007 20:17:15 GMT -5
*Kris smiled thankfully and accepted his unspoken invitation.*
"Thank you, very kindly, sir. Rochester. And don't trouble yourself about me--I'm quite accustomed to informality. Please yourself, that is."
*Kris studied Alex as Rochester retreated to change.*
"I know you don't know what's going on, Alex. But I know you, and you're going to be content with that explanation, okay?" *Alex nodded, rather glazed. Kris didn't want to mess with her too much, that is, aside from writing her. She didn't want a zombie, but it was a bit heady encountering her creation in the... well, flesh, of sorts.*
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Post by Rochester on Apr 29, 2007 20:23:39 GMT -5
*Rochester gave her a wicked glance.*
"Darling...you should know better than to tell any man, but especially me, to 'please myself.' We can get far too creative. And then I will prove a very poor host indeed."
*He gestured for her to follow.*
"This way and we'll fix you up something."
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Post by Kris on Apr 30, 2007 10:57:47 GMT -5
*Kris smiled softly and followed Rochester, Alex trailing curiously at her side. He was just as charming as she'd expected, though she knew she'd have to watch herself. She was known to talk a bigger game than she played. She smiled shyly at Alex, who confusedly returned her smile.*
"I really appreciate it, Rochester. I'm sorry to drop in on you unexpected, but I beg to differ with you; I think women can be quite as inventive as men."
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Post by Rochester on Apr 30, 2007 11:02:30 GMT -5
*Rochester looked back to her, his dimple deepening. He opened the dining room door for her.*
“Well then, Miss Kris. Once you’ve built up some energy, perhaps you might show Alex and me what exactly you had in mind.”
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Post by Kris on Apr 30, 2007 13:00:50 GMT -5
*Kris smiled weakly at Rochester's suggestion. She should have known he'd be all... sexy. She hadn't counted on it, though. She hadn't thought it through quite, had she? But she sat at the table, and found to her delight that her habitual food-issues--with tastes and textures--was absent here. Which was about the only improvement she'd made in herself, sadly. Well, no reason she shouldn't make others, correct? She took a sip of wine and smiled over the rim at Rochester and Alex in turn.*
"I suppose it is forward of me to set the schedule, this being your home and all," *she said.* "But I rather thought that, for now anyway, what I really need is... rest. And company," *she added pointedly, lest they think her statement a rejection.*
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