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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 15:21:18 GMT -5
*Sylvia bit her lips, leaning her head back and delighting in his attentions.*
"Then tell me..."
*She sighed contently and stretched her pale neck to the side.*
"What is there possibly left for a man like you to want? Don't you have the world at your fingertips?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 15:23:11 GMT -5
"That I do," *he said, tracing a swirling line across her back with those same fingertips.*
"You are my world," *he said in a husky whisper, his mouth pressed hotly against her neck as the sponge continued its gentle journey across her skin.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 15:33:20 GMT -5
*Sylvia's lips trembled and she bit it. It was intoxicating, such a potential. And even if she could never be happy, truly happy and would always be trapped beneath his strict rule...would it truly be so terrible? She could play the part. She dropped her gaze coyly, twisting under his touch and looking back to him invitingly.*
"Then there is hope? That I might still please you, even after all that has happened?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 15:34:37 GMT -5
"You will please me until the day I die," *he said, stepping into the tub.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 15:41:28 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled, pulling herself up onto her knees to face him and taking the sponge.*
"If we have so much time together..."
*She drew warm bathwater up over his smooth chest, caressing his skin gently in servility.*
"...perhaps you will allow me a small role in your affairs?"
*She shrugged slightly, focusing her gaze on his skin as she washed it.*
"It's just that I will get to feeling useless otherwise, I'm afraid."
*She lifted her eyes to find his, her expression tender.*
"Certainly there are some small tasks that I might do to serve you in such a fashion."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 15:44:27 GMT -5
*Thatcher grinned, kissing her lightly.*
"Do you like killing people? Nothing like it in the world. I'm certain I could set up some easy kills for you, to begin with..."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 16:03:05 GMT -5
*Sylvia's eyes sparkled in a way that in hindsight was probably kind of creepy. At least it would have been to anyone else in any other situation.*
"You mean it?"
*She smiled brightly, but then her shoulders sank. She tried to stay positive, but she seemed disheartened.*
"Well, won't it be suspicious to get rid of so many of your dinner guests?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 16:05:09 GMT -5
"Sylvia," *he said with a chuckle.* "I mean people who would die, anyway. Those who have failed to hold up their end of a business deal, for example..."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 16:55:40 GMT -5
*Sylvia rolled her eyes with a soft smile.*
"No, I understand that. I just mean..."
*She shrugged, slipping her fingertips over his shoulder gently.*
"Here. You'll want me to conduct business here."
*She leaned closer, nuzzling her face against his wet skin.*
"I just worry that it wouldn't be safe, that sort of business in your house. I want to keep this place safe for you. For us."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 21:46:34 GMT -5
"I may allow you out under controlled circumstances, Sylvia," *he said softly.* "Of if you prefer I can have my men bring those condemned here, to me..."
*His lips brushed against her ear.*
"There is a room in this house devoted to the most exquisite kinds of torture..." *he whispered.* "You'll love it."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 22:13:12 GMT -5
*Sylvia's heart skipped a bit at his words. The thought of freedom, even in a controlled situation. But not to get ahead of herself... Her lashes fluttered against his skin.*
"A room?"
*She licked her lip slowly.*
"Will you show me later? I do think I should like that very much."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 22:28:18 GMT -5
"I think you would, too," *he said, tracing his fingers across the spot where he'd buried his dagger not long before, the flesh now healed and smooth.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 22:32:05 GMT -5
*She shivered at his touch, the memory of the thing echoing briefly in her mind. She lowered her eyes and sucked her lip.*
"I merely...want to be worthy of you. Of your affection. Of your trust."
*She met his eyes gently.*
"After all, you have given me so much."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 9, 2008 22:34:08 GMT -5
"My affection, you have...my trust...never," *he whispered, wrapping his arms around her gently.* "That is how it must be."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 9, 2008 22:40:50 GMT -5
*Any light of hope was quickly extinguished.*
Oh well, so much for that.
*She rested against him, trying to stay positive.*
"I am content then, in pleasing you in any way that I am able."
*She kissed his chest gently.*
"But if you will train me to do as you do, I will do all that I can to see you served properly."
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