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Post by realmicaela on Dec 17, 2007 21:54:30 GMT -5
**NO TIME TO LOG IN AS APH**
*Aphrodite frowned. He was losing interest. That was never good. With a flick of her delicate wrist, he was suddenly more interested in her. She willed him to ask her to stay. For tea, or something.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 21:58:00 GMT -5
On the other hand...
*Thatcher stood and caught hold of her arm.*
"Stay with me," *he said in a husky voice, tilting her head up so he could crush his mouth to hers.*
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Post by realmicaela on Dec 17, 2007 21:59:09 GMT -5
**APHRODITE**
*She grinned happily. That had worked spectacularly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 22:01:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia was caught off guard and stumbled slightly as he pulled at her. The kiss left her dizzy. She blinked, trying to find her footing.*
"Now?" *she whispered.* "I thought...you had other matters."
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 22:08:40 GMT -5
"Do you wish to grant a condemned man a temporary reprieve or not?" *he asked roughly.* "Give me your company, your time and your body and you give HIM a longer life in delaying my work."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 22:17:31 GMT -5
*He spoke, but Sylvia barely heard him, suddenly realizing that Thatcher had kissed her. Thatcher had never kissed her. It made her skin electric in the promise of the unknown. She slipped her fingers to the back laces, unfastening them deftly and slipping the gown over her shoulders as she looked up to him in wonder, lips hovering as if to kiss him again, but not daring.*
"I do not do this for him, but for you."
*She let the dress fall to a puddle on the floor.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 22:21:18 GMT -5
*Thatcher's teeth grazed her earlobe, his arms circling her waist as unknown emotions came crashing against his core, leaving him shaken, steadying himself against her, holding her tightly.*
"Why? Why me?" *his voice was hoarse as he pushed her back to sit on the sofa, kneeling between her knees and running his hands up her thighs.*
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Post by realmicaela on Dec 17, 2007 22:22:53 GMT -5
*Aph promptly disappeared. Voyeur she was not.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 22:34:55 GMT -5
*Sylvia's head was spinning. It felt...wrong. Right. Something. She wasn't sure. Of anything really.*
"I want...I need..."
*She pulled his shirttails loose, slipping her hands over his firm skin.*
"I..."
*Her lashes fluttered as she gasped shallowly.*
"I can't."
*Even as she whispered the words, her body froze, unable to push him away.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 22:37:28 GMT -5
"You will..." *he growled, kissing her again as he moved closer against her, fitting their bodies together.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 22:52:52 GMT -5
*Sylvia moaned, her head falling back as her hands tugged at his clothing, seeking more skin. But there was something in the pit of her stomach...or the back of her mind. A warning, or something...something that wouldn't let her open up to him. But that was bad business. But still...she felt strange.*
"Sir...I..."
*She swooned a his attentions, lashes fluttering.*
"Please...I...I'm a bit overwhelmed."
*The way she whispered it, it sounded almost like a compliment.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 22:58:24 GMT -5
"Just relax--it can be over quickly," *he groaned.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 17, 2007 23:09:39 GMT -5
"But I don't want..."
*Sylvia's breath had shallowed in excitement, her eyes shut as her lips found his skin.*
"...it to be over."
Wait...slow down...get your bearings...
"Not yet..."
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 23:28:09 GMT -5
"Then stay forever..."
*Thatcher was so lost in an unaccustomed whirl that he barely knew what he was saying.*
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Post by Valmont on Dec 18, 2007 1:40:23 GMT -5
((ZOMG *fans*))
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