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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:34:37 GMT -5
"It is, isn't it?" *he said, placidly vain, easily lowing himself to his knees behind the couch, his impressive height still allowing him to trace the line of her neck with his lips.*
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Post by Satan on Apr 8, 2007 20:20:38 GMT -5
*She tried not to shiver in pleasure, and managed to remain dignified*
"You take what you want. And I suppose I am no exception."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 20:37:27 GMT -5
*Thatcher laughed softly against her skin, the sound making the rasp of his unshaven face hum against her skin.*
"You are THE exception, Madame. I should like to know if I may somehow surprise you--'twould give me a kind of distinction amongst my peers, and my ego could always use the stroking."
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Post by Satan on Apr 8, 2007 20:41:03 GMT -5
"Go ahead" *she whispered.* "Make my day."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 21:26:06 GMT -5
"Talking like Clint Eastwood = Bonerdeath, woman."
"One thing, Madame..." *his fingers slipped below the low neckline of her dress as his lips brushed along her jaw.* "The magesterial queen of darkness though you are...I cannot help but note that your quite delicious body is that of a human female, and in that case, I must basely insist upon using some form of protection. I want no children--not even by you. Zeus and Cronus, you understand..."
*His hands glided along the back of her neck, lifting her hair over her shoulders to work at the fastenings of her dress.*
"Now, I quite recently saw an interesting trick involving sponges and vinegar...the lady even seemed to like it. What say you?"
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Post by Satan on Apr 9, 2007 8:14:40 GMT -5
((And youtalk about buzzkill. Vinegar? What kind of sick f*ck are you?))
"I'd have to agree with you. I have one child, and I regret that I was careless enough for that to happen."
*She leaned back*
"I suppose I'll give your method a try."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 9, 2007 12:44:12 GMT -5
((19th century birth control. Not my fault. Besides, Dracula is the alternative.))
"Excellent," *he murmured as he reached forward to inch the hem of her skirt up her leg, leaning in to kiss her lips.*
***FADE OUT***
((Because Thatcher getting it on in any way still kind of freaks me out.))
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Post by Satan on Apr 9, 2007 18:46:37 GMT -5
FADE IN
*Satan cooly pulled her dress back down*
"Well, that was entertaining."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 9, 2007 19:01:14 GMT -5
"I find the soft-shoe number adds a little something extra to the overall experience."
*Thatcher offered her a cigarette as he took one for himself from the tasteful little gold case.*
"There are worse ways to spend five minutes."
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Post by Satan on Apr 9, 2007 20:17:32 GMT -5
*She took one, then got her things together*
"Nice to have met you."
*She walked toward the door, then turned*
"Don't think this changes anything between us."
*With that, she left.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 9, 2007 20:20:48 GMT -5
*As she was gone, Thatcher chuckled to himself, drawing on his cigarette as he went to have the servants draw him another bath.*
"God, I hope not. That's my kind of woman."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:22:29 GMT -5
((Aww, he likes me! ))
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 9, 2007 20:28:11 GMT -5
((Only because you don't like him back! ^__^))
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:28:51 GMT -5
((Which is how we know it's badphic.))
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