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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 27, 2007 13:01:04 GMT -5
(( )) *He caught her in his arms, utterly surprised by her sudden change but most certainly not about to complain. He pulled her to him, kissing her back roughly as one hand buried itself in her hair*
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Post by Parisa on Nov 27, 2007 15:03:32 GMT -5
(( ;D ))
*She kissed him passionately, fiercely, her arms tight around him.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 27, 2007 19:26:40 GMT -5
*Losing balance, and not caring, Henry wound up backing into the wall while still holding Parisa. The impact didn't faze him, however, merely seemed to make him redouble his attentions on the woman in his arms*
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Post by Parisa on Nov 27, 2007 21:46:27 GMT -5
*She held onto him tightly and kissed him more fiercely than ever, all thoughts of her past gone.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 27, 2007 21:55:53 GMT -5
*One arm wound around her waist, the other reached up to slide her dress off her shoulders. Her skin was so soft, so tantalizing. He left a trail a kisses on her skin...*
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Post by Parisa on Nov 27, 2007 22:25:33 GMT -5
*She moaned at his touch, struggling internally with herself. He was handsome, yes, and quite charming, but was that really a good reason to sleep with him?
Me: ...YES IT IS GO GIRL DO IT NOW. IT'S JRM. DO EET! *is tackled, tied, and gagged by Mommy!Sue.. But his kisses were so hot, so amazing...* Oh, Henry...
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 27, 2007 23:13:34 GMT -5
*Still kissing her, he began to lead her down the hallway, the way he'd come*
"Come...to a more suitable place..."
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Post by Parisa on Nov 27, 2007 23:30:50 GMT -5
Henry... *She had never before felt so powerless to stop him- every particle of her being was absolutely screaming at her to go with him, except for one tiny thing niggling at her mind.* He'll never stay interested if you just give in like that... *She stopped moving along with him, planting her feet on the floor.* Henry...
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 28, 2007 13:07:57 GMT -5
*He couldn't disguise the scowl or the sigh of frustration at the halt*
"What is it?"
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Post by Parisa on Nov 28, 2007 15:15:03 GMT -5
I- I... *A door swung open suddenly. Parisa gasped, her eyes wide, and vanished back down the hall.*
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Post by Arielle on Nov 28, 2007 15:21:24 GMT -5
*Arielle stepped inside, looking around. She hadn't been here for years. Her gaze stopped on the young man and she frowned slightly.* Monsieur, what are you doing here? *Even in the dim light, the resemblance between Arielle and her daughter was striking- though Parisa's bolder, more dramatic coloring and features were somewhat softened on her mother.*
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 28, 2007 19:13:59 GMT -5
*For a moment, Henry didn't say anything. The woman in the doorway bore such an uncanny resemblance to Parisa...
Finally, he collected his wits back together.*
"I could ask you the same thing, my lady."
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Post by Arielle on Nov 28, 2007 20:16:28 GMT -5
This is my house, monsieur. I haven't been back for a while, but I still own it. Now, who are you and what are you doing here?
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Post by Henry VIII on Nov 28, 2007 22:00:23 GMT -5
*She also had the same sort of attitude, it seemed.*
"I am His Royal Highness Henry VIII of England, madam. Who might you be?"
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Post by Arielle on Nov 28, 2007 22:06:35 GMT -5
Another time traveller, are you? *She sighed, but dropped him a pretty, if small, curtsy.* Arielle Laurence. Would you mind informing me why you're in my house?
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