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Post by Shadi on Oct 24, 2007 22:24:56 GMT -5
*Shadi had been worried about this moment all day.
It wasn't that she didn't know what was going to happen. She knew the mechanics of it, now. Perhaps too well. But this was altogether different. She'd hurt Rochester. And he'd... he'd returned her pain with something she had not thought him capable of.
She was driving him mad. And she rather liked that.
Hands twisting in front of her, she rang the bell and waited. Her hair was done up with two sticks that would release it in one tug, and she wore something she thought fetching but not too fancy. If he wanted her, that's what he would get.*
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 0:31:50 GMT -5
*Rochester fidgeted with his cravat, desperate for it to be perfect. Waistcoats and jackets were strewn across the bed of a spare bed room. Perfect. How could he make it perfect for her? He sighed heavily at the mirror. At the knock however, he grabbed a random jacket and ran downstairs to meet her, opening the door and trying to rein in his smile.*
"Good evening, Shadi. You look lovely."
*He stepped aside so she could enter.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 10:50:35 GMT -5
*The butterflied in her stomach fluttered up, then died back down when she saw him. Why was she so nervous?*
"Thank you. You too."
*She entered, and turned back to him. It felt so... formal. Like an appointment.*
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 18:02:10 GMT -5
*Rochester moved to take her wrap, focusing his way through the proper decorum. However, as he exposed the soft skin of her neck, he was undone. He grabbed her with urgency, pulling his lips to hers. He wanted to devour her there on the entry hall floor. Her wrap fell to the floor without another thought as his hands moved on to the lacing of her dress.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 18:49:48 GMT -5
*All thoughts of formality departed at his touch. Did she do this to him? Truly? The feeling moved her beyond words. It wasn't a power she wanted to lord over him--but she thrilled at having it nevertheless.
Erik had seemed hungry, too, but not like this. Not with the fervor of months of waiting, and under the spell of those words he'd uttered yesterday.
Not that she was thinking of Erik at all.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands inching under his waistcoat.*
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 19:08:02 GMT -5
*Rochester had the dress over her shoulder, lips on her bare skin for a long moment before he caught himself. He paused for a moment, meeting her eyes. He grinned lecherously before sweeping her up into his arms to carry her upstairs.*
"I believe I promised you a bed. And a whole night."
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 19:15:17 GMT -5
"Oh!"
*She giggled in his arms, trying not to squirm so much that he'd drop her. That wouldn't be sexy at all, she figured.*
"You did, didn't you?"
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 19:24:39 GMT -5
*Rochester's dimple deepened as he kissed her with a hint of tenderness beneath the want. He took her upstairs to his private bedroom and laid her gently on the bed, his fingers lifting to loosen his cravat.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 19:31:44 GMT -5
*Shadi smiled happily up at him from the bed, raising herself on her elbows to watch him.*
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 19:39:56 GMT -5
*Rochester stopped a moment after he'd tugged off the cravat.*
"I'm sorry, darling...it really should be your right."
*He grinned and crawled onto the bed next to her.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 19:43:31 GMT -5
*Shadi laughed and complied, reaching up to start in on his buttons.*
"How generous of you," *she said.* "Perhaps... you could return the favor?"
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 19:51:23 GMT -5
*Rochester traced his fingertips along the lowered neckline of her dress.*
"I can think of no greater honor, my sweet Shadi."
*His nimble fingers worked gently to loosen her gown.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 20:06:17 GMT -5
*She pulled his shirt down over his arms, even as she squirmed to help--and tempt--Rochester. She liked how little he was; how his body, though decidedly masculine, did not overpower her.*
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Post by Rochester on Oct 25, 2007 20:43:35 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled as she squirmed. There was something about her that was utterly irresistible. He leaned over her, kissing her wantonly as he pressed his weight against her. His hands slid her dress over her arms, helping her to escape it's sleeves and leaving her most divinely bare-chested.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 25, 2007 20:50:17 GMT -5
It's really going to happen.
*She wanted to cover herself. She'd never felt so naked. But... she looked into his eyes, and suddenly wanted him to see her. All of her. She wanted him to see what she'd seen that day in the painting, when she'd realized that was how she looked.*
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