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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 19:52:22 GMT -5
"I think I know myself, my desires and my tastes well enough, Mademoiselle Gallo. It is for me to decide whether I would get bored with you. And I know I would not."
*He paused as her hand brushed his bare chest. No one had touched his flesh, so--ever. He had not allowed it. Until now. Until her.*
"Moments pass too quickly for me, now," *he continued, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her neck.* "And do not disdain eternity with me until you have tasted it."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 19:57:57 GMT -5
*Sylvia paused, trying to understand everything that he was saying. It was strange. She busied herself slowing continuing to unbutton his shirt. At least he would push her away. He would, surely. She leaned up to kiss the exposed flesh of his collarbone. She whispered softly against him, totally ripping off Children of Dune.*
"You may have forever...I have only now."
*She met his eyes tenderly, seeking understanding.*
"I cannot understand what it would be to live forever."
Not that you should either.
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 20:06:17 GMT -5
"I will find a way to give you forever, ...Sylvia." *Her name left him on a groan and he froze for a moment, his muscles trembling with his pent-up desire. Then he let out a long sigh, relaxing slightly as he regained control of himself and bent his head at an angle, meeting her look with dark brown eyes which had taken on a sudden, alien warmth. Now, he simply gazed at her, and a small smile appeared on his lips, void of the cruelty usually found in his expressions of good humour.*
"Sylvia," *he whispered her name again as though he had just discovered the sweet and sensuous joy in letting her Christian name slip from his tongue.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 20:09:35 GMT -5
*When he paused, Sylvia froze, ready to take the physical violence of his rebuke, flinching ever so slightly in anticipation. But as he spoke her name, she met his eyes...that foreign expression. Her brow lifted.*
"Yes, sir?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 20:14:04 GMT -5
*Some inner storm darkened his expression. His touch grew rough in an instant, as he ripped away the last constraints of clothing between them and positioned her beneath him.*
"I have a name," *he growled into her ear.* "And you will surely scream it unto Heaven before I've done with you..."
***FADE OUT TO SEVERAL HOURS OF GOOD HARD SMECKSING***
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 20:20:53 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Sylvia whimpered softly beneath him, tender from his determined affections.*
"Thatcher, please..." *she pleaded softly.*
*Touching his chest gently, she tried to urge him back just enough to roll on her side. She didn't want him to see the faint tears that mingled with the perspiration of their shared exertion. Why did she feel so...violated?*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 20:23:01 GMT -5
*He kissed her cheek, dark sweaty locks of hair falling rakishly across his eyes.*
"Are you satisfied? I can give you more..." *he moved against her again, proving that he could.* "I can give you so much more, Sylvia," *he murmured tenderly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 20:29:30 GMT -5
"I..." *Sylvia shut her eyes and turned her face to the side, seeking air.*
"I am satisfied."
*She sucked her lip, praying that would be enough to assuage him for now. After a long moment, she dared a glance back to him, her voice tired and meek.*
"Why? Why would you?"
*Something in her feared the answer.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 20:37:31 GMT -5
"If you wanted more...I told you, Sylvia--I would not stop until you were satisfied with me."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 20:42:54 GMT -5
Oh, just that.
*Sylvia relaxed slightly. She lifted her hand to his cheek, smiling softly.*
"A brief reprieve at least, please sir."
*Her eyes were soft, studying this newfound side of him.*
"I am spent."
*She kissed him softly, resting back on the pillow.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 20:44:20 GMT -5
"Then I am satisfied," *he said, drawing her into an easy warm embrace, cradling her close to him as she rested.* "Sleep, if you wish," *he whispered, kissing her forehead and stroking her dark hair.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 20:49:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia's eyes darkened in confusion for a moment and the odd gesture. She couldn't decide if this new tenderness was a blessing or a curse. In the end, she spoke gently, lifting her face and gesturing to a screen in the corner.*
"I can draw you a bath, if you wish."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 20:59:28 GMT -5
"I wish only to bathe in the scent of you for the time being," *he said lazily, holding her close.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 21:02:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia frowned. Luckily her face was nuzzled against his chest at the time. This...doing nothing...it was growing more tedious by the minute. Snuggling was not something that was done with clients. Especially with Thatcher Caine. She looked up with a soft smile.*
"But there must be something I can do for you, sir..."
Don't want you to think you're wasting your money.
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 21:05:54 GMT -5
"Stay with me," *he said simply.* "Lie still with me." *He traced a finger along her throat.* "I'd hate to have to break your neck simply to gain a little peace with you."
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