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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 4:38:57 GMT -5
*Rather than sending word for Mademoiselle Gallo to come to his estate as usual, Thatcher set off himself first thing in the morning after he awoke, making his way into the city and to Madame Dahlia's, asking after Sylvia.*
"I'm afraid she has not risen yet. Will you sit and wait, sir?" *asked a housemaid, preparing to show him into the downstairs parlour.*
"No." *he said flatly, turning and taking the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He began opening every door he came to on either side of the hall, eliciting murmurs and cries of surprise from the occupants of the rooms. Ignoring them, he continued until he at last opened the door that revealed a sleek, dark head still at rest upon its pillow, Sylvia's features serene and relaxed in sleep.
Thatcher slammed the door shut behind him, causing her eyes to flutter open with vague confusion, and then threw his gloves and hat carelessly onto a chair, crossing the room in a few strides before he bent over the bed, curled one hand under the nape of her neck and slid the other under her hips to lift her towards him before he crushed his mouth to hers.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 4:44:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia's confusion did not lessen as he took her roughly in his arms. At first she thought it was some strange dream, but the vice-like grip forced her to accept it to the contrary. Her limbs heavy with sleep, she lifted her hands to his chest, trying to push him back a few inches, desperate for some air and to understand what exactly was going on.*
"Sir!"
*She swallowed, unsure what the next logical step was at a time like this.*
"You shouldn't be here. Not so early."
*She pulled at the sheet, trying futilely to pull it up.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 4:46:53 GMT -5
"Considering I slept not at all last night on your account, let us not call it early--rather, it is very, very late..." *he said in a rough voice, tugging the sheet from her hands and pressing her back against the pillows, framing her face with his hands for a moment before he kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her mouth with the hot thrust of his tongue.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 4:54:34 GMT -5
*She moaned against him a moment, lost in the foreign need, so unlike everything she knew about Thatcher Caine. Sylvia came to her senses quickly enough, shaking her head and pushing him back more firmly. She slipped against the silken sheets, managing to slide from beneath him, pulling her robe on and trying to busy herself pilling her hair up with pins from the dresser, making every attempt to keep her voice steady.*
"So it is late. It hardly gives you reason to visit without calling. It's...not like you."
*She pursed her lips and looked back at him over her shoulder, the hint of her pale neck exposed against black silk.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 5:04:03 GMT -5
"I intend to pay," *he said, his tone almost bitter as he rose from the bed, holding her gaze the entire time.* "What part of this arrangement confuses you?"
*Standing close at her back, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips gently but firmly. He slid one hand forward, flattening over her belly to press her back against him.*
"And questioning me and what I ask of you...well, that is not at all like you," *he hissed into her ear before he grazed it with his teeth, then placed lingering kisses along her neck.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 5:16:59 GMT -5
The kissing for one. And you being here. And...
*Sylvia winced slightly at his grip on her hips, shutting her eyes as his lips found her neck.*
Just say it. I'm not taking customers. Just tell him.
*She turned to meet him face to face, sucking her lip silently as the words died on her lips.*
I haven't been well. Not myself. I just can't...
*She sorted through endless excuses, none seeming enough to deter him.*
"It's merely that..."
*Her eyes lowered. It was too hard to speak when there was such unadulterated hunger in his eyes.*
"...you've never asked..." *she whispered.* "Not for this."
It frightens me more than your cold efficiency.
*She did her best to recover her smooth demeanor with a shrug and a small, coy smile, her training taking over.*
"What is a woman to think when you have such needs, but give me not the time to prepare herself to be worthy of your attentions?"
*She lifted her brow gently.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 11:10:36 GMT -5
"You're perfect just as you are," *he murmured, stroking her brow with a contemplative look in his eyes before his hand dropped and his voice became rough and curt once more, though his body still trembled, being so near her.* "Mademoiselle Gallo, do you intend to waste the time I'm paying lavishly for?"
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 18:39:51 GMT -5
*He was right. As much as it pained Sylvia, this is what she did. What had gotten into her? It wasn't as if she'd never taken someone to bed when she would rather have not. She could do this. Her smile deepened as she drew her fingertips up his chest, slipping his jacket off his shoulders.*
"Of course not, sir. I..."
*She pressed her silk-covered breasts against him as she finished removing the jacket in an elegant motion, her eyes deep in his and her lips lifted towards his own.*
"...live to see you satisfied."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 18:44:01 GMT -5
*He bent to kiss her, gently, lingeringly this time.*
"And you?" *he murmured.* "...have you ever been satisfied? Truly, Mademoiselle Gallo?"
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 18:52:46 GMT -5
*Her? Since when did Thatcher care about her feelings on...well anything, really? She fought her frown back, lashes fluttering gently as she paused to consider the question.*
"Truly? More than just a blissful moment of ecstasy?"
*She drew her tongue over his lower lip before sucking her own.*
"Surely a man such as yourself knows what it is to be insatiable. There is always more to be had."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 19:12:10 GMT -5
"...then there is no limit to what you would take?" *he said between heated kisses. He lifted her against him, carrying her back towards the bed.* "I might warn you, Mademoiselle Gallo, that I cannot die..."
*He laid her down and moved over her, effectively pinning her to the bed while allowing her a somewhat free range of motion so long as she was lying down. He ran one hand along her neck, trailing his fingertips across the swell of her breasts and down her stomach.*
"...and I will...satisfy you until the end of time."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 19:22:59 GMT -5
*Something in his tone gave her pause. Sylvia laughed nervously.*
"Sir...these things you say..."
*She leaned up to trace the tip of her tongue across his jaw.*
Can't die? All of time?
*She was getting more nervous about this whole matter.*
"Surely other matters would require your attentions at some point..."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 19:30:22 GMT -5
"Every other matter on this earth can be attended to by expendable employees," *he countered, shuddering at her touch and leaning in to kiss her throat.*
"Attending to you is an honour I alone am worthy to claim..." *he pressed himself against her, melding the softness of her body against his sculpted planes and contours of muscle and sinew.* "And you shall belong to no other," *he hissed, removing her robe and letting his hands stroke the length of her bare body and limbs.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 19:39:36 GMT -5
((I love how this whole thread is all Black and White Sexyface Icons.))
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 19:39:52 GMT -5
((Me too.))
"Sir..."
*Sylvia's body tightened as her eyes met his in strange innocence.*
"You don't mean to...patron me exclusively. You know that I..."
won't.
"...can't."
*She tried to soften the words with tender kisses against his neck.*
"Soon you would be bored of me."
*She smiled against his skin, tracing her fingertips lightly down to the buttons of his shirt, loosening the first few deftly and caressing the skin beneath. It was odd...the thought of Thatcher's skin.*
"Surely the moments are better...more...intense?"
*She looked up to him with hope in her eye.*
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