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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 23:01:20 GMT -5
*Virginia turned to face her, fully, and paced a slow line across the room, moving, but coming no closer to her target, and never breaking her eye contact.*
"No." *Her voice burst in the heavy silence like a falling star, sharp and all-encompassing, then fading in the next instant as though it had never existed--leaving the beholder to wonder, only wonder, if it were all in their mind.
Virginia paused and threw up her chin by the slightest of degrees, halting the motion a breath away from throwing back her head in complete abandon.*
"I come to no one. You will come to me."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 23:09:55 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s brow rose, intrigued. A smile crept over her face. So that’s how you want to play. She paused, as if thinking, then gracefully returned to stand before Virginia, her body close, but just far enough, her lips poised above hers. Her jaw trembled, as if aching to contact the woman’s. Her voice was breathy.*
“This is a dangerous role to play. You must be prepared…to follow it through. To the end.”
*Her breath echoed on Virginia’s lips.*
“Now that I am ensnared, what will you have of me?”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 23:14:06 GMT -5
"Everything I ask for..." *hissed Virginia, almost dizzy with the heady rush of power.* "But how do I know when you are caught?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 23:16:57 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s smile grew wicked.*
“That is an excellent question. One that will be addressed later. But first, what is it that you would ask for? Assume it to be that I am so ensnared. What would you make me do to please you? And to therefore bring myself pleasure?”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 23:19:21 GMT -5
"Would it please someone to have someone else find pleasure?" *Virginia's concentration broke and she seemed confused.* "You just seemed so confident. I tried to copy you, but...I don't feel confident. I--I'm not like you."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 23:33:15 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s smile softened.*
“Virginia, no two men are the same. They may be similar, but not the same. You’ll find that no two women are either. You need to find a persona that you are comfortable with. If you are not ready to be outwardly confident, then find it inside you. Like this.”
*Her face softened and her demeanor changed to that of a delicate flower, quivering in a soft breeze. Her weight shifted to one hip, her expression pouted softly, but not too extreme. She evoked a need to be cared for, to be trusted. Her lips trembled as she spoke with her head lowered.*
“Sometimes…a man just needs to be needed…to have someone to protect…to care for. You can be that if it suits you. Make him ache to hold you, to caress you. Show me.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 23:40:33 GMT -5
*Virginia slipped her arms around Sylvia's waist, but held her loosely, as though she were too weak to tighten her grip. She laid her head upon the taller woman's shoulder and closed her eyes with a small, trembling sigh. Her lips brushed against the skin of Sylvia's neck so softly that it might have almost been an accident. Her whole demeanour was that of a slightly sleepy and innocent girl, one who needed to be petted, spoiled and shielded from anything rougher than a breeze. Her eyes drifted open and her glance flicked momentarily upwards to assess the effects of this change--the only sign she gave that she knew entirely that what she was doing was deliberate.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 23:54:31 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s smile widened. She stroked Virginia’s hair gently.*
“Does that feel better? Safer? More natural?”
*She grasped her shoulders gently and pulled her back so she might look her in the eye.*
“You have to be able to maintain whatever demeanor you assume, if only for the encounter. You have to be able to believe it so that he might believe it as well. Men hate to be caught in a lie. But it does not stop them from craving the lie in the first place. You have to make it real.”
*She walked over to the vanity and turned the chair out and sat.*
“If you are safer with this, show me how you start. In the sitting room, with a man you have never met.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 29, 2007 0:03:15 GMT -5
*Virginia went to the door and into the hall, shutting it behind her. A moment later she re-entered the room, softly, so smooth and graceful were her motions that she might have passed undetected through the corner of someone's eye.*
"My chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... My two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... My *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... My *four*...no... *Amongst* my weapons.... Amongst my weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again."
"Monsieur," *she said sweetly, her voice a whisper like spun glass. She dipped low into a simple courtsey, recalling the manners she'd been taught by her mother--a simple, well-bred woman. She straightened and raised her eyes but not her head, barely letting her gaze catch Sylvia's before she demured once more.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 29, 2007 0:10:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s brow arched gently as she nodded slightly. She gestured to the bed.*
“Good evening, won’t you join me?”
I think we may be on to something.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 29, 2007 0:15:36 GMT -5
*Virginia inclined her head.*
"If it be your wish..."
*She sat beside Virginia and gave her a furtive glance that was almost afraid.*
"Please..." *she let the word hang like a snowflake, then melt into silence.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 29, 2007 0:18:49 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s brow furrowed into a slight pout. Her finger came to rest under Virginia’s chin, lifting her face up and gazing intensely into her eyes.*
“Please what?”
*Her words were simple, her gaze expectant.*
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 29, 2007 0:25:54 GMT -5
"...be gentle," *she said, as though it were obvious, but with a note of pleading nonetheless. She placed two fingers on Sylvia's wrist and slid her hand towards her shoulder, leaning towards her teacher and placing a soft, sweet kiss upon her lips.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 29, 2007 8:41:33 GMT -5
*Sylvia pulled back and looked at her with a hint of slight displeasure, not at her, but at the thought of being gentle.*
“My sweet girl, are you so easily broken?”
Just keep it up. Work around the obstacles.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 29, 2007 9:18:33 GMT -5
*Virginia turned her face away, allowing the light to catch the single tear that had welled up and slid down her soft cheek.*
"...I have been."
*She sighed.*
"You seemed to me like someone who might understand..."
*Virginia raised her hand to her neck, tracking the hollow of her throat with her fingers.*
"I thought you might be the first...to show me how it can really be."
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