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Post by Richard on May 14, 2007 18:38:44 GMT -5
"I remember drinking," he muttered to himself. "Did we meet in a bar? Must have met in a bar..."
He was almost terrified by his lack of understanding of where the girl came from, let alone how he ended up in her bed.
"No, really, what I did was... wrong. Completely and utterly wrong. I'm sorry, miss, if I lead you to believe anything incorrect, but I'm- I'm married, and what's more, I-"
Oh, my God, I slept with a live one. Damn damn double damn BOLLOCKS.
"I... I have to go," Richard blurted, running (such as he could) toward the door.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 14, 2007 18:44:09 GMT -5
*Mary slipped her robe on deftly and watched him flee from the door.*
"Call me! Thank you, sir."
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Post by Emily on May 17, 2007 1:09:54 GMT -5
Richard took them from her and started haphazardly dressing himself whilst simultaneously almost hopping around the room in a panic. "I am so sorry, miss, for any trouble I have caused you-" ((Richard: *hop*hop*hop* This is what *I* pictured.))
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Post by Rochester on Dec 8, 2007 8:31:43 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Rochester walked in with Alex, giving her proper space for her male persona, after all, that was the point, right? To get back to normal. It was strange, being here. Like going home. It was warm and inviting and he managed a soft smile. But there was something in the back of his mind that troubled him. It was like going home. And then remembering why you left in the first place. He tried to shove the thought away and turned to Alex.*
"So far, so good."
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Post by Alex on Dec 8, 2007 14:25:52 GMT -5
*Alex smiled at Rochester, attempting to hide her anxiety.*
"I'm hoping for even better," *she said.*
"Same room, or separate?"
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Post by Rochester on Dec 9, 2007 9:05:20 GMT -5
*Rochester considered the options. Neither seemed particularly good at the moment. He frowned for the briefest moment, then forced an awkward smile.*
"Well, I'll agree to whatever is your fancy, old chap. But there is strength in numbers."
*He knew that it was a risk to be in the same room, but the risk was there either way. And at the moment, he couldn't fathom trying to do this without someone that he trusted.*
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Post by Alex on Dec 10, 2007 10:09:32 GMT -5
*Something was troubling her friend, and that disquieted Alex. More than she'd like to admit. She winked at a familiar girl who knew her secret, and nodded her head at Rochester. The blonde girl smiled and approached with a slight, dark friend in tow.*
"You desire our company?" *she said, but it was hardly a question. Alex glanced at Rochester.*
"I rather think so," *she said.*
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Post by Rochester on Dec 10, 2007 10:21:24 GMT -5
*Rochester collected himself, trying to channel his old persona as he stepped forward, bowing and taking the first by the hand.*
"Indeed. But we are chaps with...special needs."
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Post by Alex on Dec 10, 2007 10:43:04 GMT -5
*Alex raised an eyebrow at Rochester's choice of the blonde over the darker girl, but she worried about him and wasn't about to quibble.
The first girl laughed.* I think we can accommodate, sir. What do you desire?
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Post by Rochester on Dec 11, 2007 8:28:41 GMT -5
To forget...or remember. I'm not sure.
*Rochester offered a roguish smile and pulled the girl closer, as if to whisper some great secret.*
"Well...it's all rather complicated. I've...been studying at a monastery and I'm afraid that I'm a bit out of the saddle. And my friend..."
*He glanced back to Alex.*
"... just wants to make sure that I don't make too much of a fool of myself. Course, there are other matters to deal with for that one."
*He grinned as he gestured back to her.*
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Post by Alex on Dec 11, 2007 10:16:25 GMT -5
*Alex grinned.*
"They know me here, I think," *she said.* "These darling things wouldn't offer, if they weren't up for it."
*The four of them moved into a private room with plenty of surfaces. The blond drew Rochester onto the bed, assuring him that she had experience in teaching priests to ride, as Alex lay back on a sofa and tried not to think of Lizzie as the dark-haired girl began working at her clothes.*
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Post by Rochester on Dec 12, 2007 7:46:39 GMT -5
*Rochester thought the blonde would have been safer, different. But as she worked her skill, disrobing him with soft kisses, his eyes kept straying to the other girl with Alex. It was harder, being reminded of her and others...even if it was Alex. He quickly shut his eyes with a sharp breath, trying to just focus on the sensation. He caressed the blonde's face gently, his fingers nestling in her hair.*
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Post by Alex on Dec 12, 2007 10:18:53 GMT -5
((Ooh, ouch. I love that turnabout on Alex.))
*Alex sighed and tried to keep her mind on the present; the girl before her, the raw sensation of skin on skin. But her mind kept straying. To Lizzie--that shy smile as they parted, the warm, accepting hug before she dressed. To Rochester--the look on his and that little girl's faces when she interrupted. Something she didn't understand, hadn't expected. Didn't know what to think of. It worried her, and worry distracted.
She wrenched her attention back to the room, but her eyes strayed to Rochester and the blond. What demons was he trying to exorcise? Why not choose the dark girl? Alex shut her eyes and pulled the girl up for a kiss, rapidly losing the heat she'd carried with her since the Hilton.*
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Post by Rochester on Dec 12, 2007 21:14:00 GMT -5
((I'm glad you approve.))
*Rochester tried. He made a valiant effort, bringing his lips to hers, trying to focus on the simple pleasure of skin on skin. But it wasn't working. His brow furrowed in frustration. These setbacks always made stress worse. This time doubly so. He took the girl gently by the shoulders to stay her.*
"I...No offense, darling. Perhaps I should just watch for a while."
*He tried to smile and caressed her cheek gently.*
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Post by Alex on Dec 12, 2007 22:35:53 GMT -5
((Mmm, pain.))
Maybe if I look at him. Maybe if I see him, enjoying himself... I'll feel better about dragging him out here and relax.
*But her eyes opened to see him watching them. Hardly tousled. She blinked. Then she sat up, staring at Rochester.*
"What's going on?" *she asked herself as much as him.*
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