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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 14:50:57 GMT -5
((Fair enough. How should I know these things? I'm just here for the angst. And dude...has anyone on the verse ever been sexed to death? That does sound terribly Sue-rific.)) *Sylvia swallowed as she carefully stood, her body sore from his endless appetite. Drawing on her robe, she poured a glass of water from a pitcher on her dresser, then moved to open the curtains and window. Finding peace for a brief moment in surveying the landscape that stretched before her Sylvia looked surprisingly like she did in Thatcher's dream. Hmm. That's odd. Sylvia realized how trapped she felt in her room. Surely Thatcher didn't mean to keep her exclusively. He wouldn't...would he?*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 14:55:30 GMT -5
(("She just fell apart, officer!"))
*His eyes darkened with irrational terror as she stood at the window.*
"Come--come away from the window," *he said in a soft, desperate voice.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 14:57:35 GMT -5
*The desperation in his voice confused her and Sylvia turned back with a frown.*
"Is there something wrong, sir? Did you wish be to draw that bath?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 14:58:57 GMT -5
"If it means you'll get away from that damn window," *he said, rising from the bed and moving towards her.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:02:54 GMT -5
*Sylvia quickly moved away from the window, her brow furrowed. Trying to recover her grace and not perplex him further with more questions, she moved to the tub behind the screen and started to run a warm if not terribly period appropriate bath.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:05:52 GMT -5
*Thatcher drew the window shut with a bang and locked it, then drew the curtains over it, shrouding the room in dim, sepia-toned light.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:09:15 GMT -5
*Sylvia winced at the sharp noise as he locked the window, her frown deepening along with her sense of being trapped. She managed a delicate smile back to him.*
"Come now....if you'd like, I'll let you soak and fetch you some breakfast."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:10:08 GMT -5
*He turned to look at her for a long moment, then sighed and went to her, taking her hands gently in his and kissing her temple.*
"Alright," *he said.* "Alright...just don't be too long."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:16:34 GMT -5
*Sylvia nodded tightly and turned to the door. Sucking her lip, she looked back once before leaving. Once outside the room, she was able to draw a much needed breath. She considered telling Dahlia, that Thatcher might be shown out promptly, but something made her uneasy about it. She thought of leaving the house, Dahlia would understand her doing so, but Thatcher was resourceful. And well...he hadn't really done anything. Well...he'd certainly done lots of something but not in a bad way. Or...she decided to merely fetch the breakfast.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:19:55 GMT -5
*Thatcher stood very still for a long time after she'd left, then he finally lowered himself into the tub and began to wash.*
Have I lost my mind?
*Somehow he seemed to question himself a lot more when Sylvia was not in the vicinity. What had possessed him to come here and...do this? It felt so wrong even as it felt so very right...*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:24:04 GMT -5
*Sylvia returned with a silver serving tray, lushly covered in a variety of fruits, cheeses and pastries. She shut the door deftly behind her, even as it pained her to do so. She cleared her throat gently, offering a small smile as she spoke.*
"Would you take it in the tub, sir? Or..."
*It was only then that she didn't necessarily like the implications of the other options. Her face didn't show it though.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:27:31 GMT -5
"Bring it here," *he said in a lazy voice, one hand covering his eyes as he reclined in the tub so as not to look at her. Still, her voice send shivers of anticipatory pleasure up his spine.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:30:29 GMT -5
*Sylvia made her way slowly to his side, kneeling by the tub and setting the tray on a low table next to her. She pulled it closer so he could reach it, careful not to touch him, even as close as the task put her. She paused before speaking softly.*
"Will there...be anything else, sir?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:32:53 GMT -5
"No...no...thank you," *he murmured, keeping his eyes closed even as the scent of her so near brought about an instant physical reaction. He gripped the edges of the tub to force his hands to stay still and not reach for her.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:37:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia nodded, relieved and stood with a curtsy.*
"Take your time then. I...I will leave you to it."
*She made her way back towards the door, freedom so close, she felt her heart lighten.*
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