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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:29:02 GMT -5
*He shrugged.* "I don't really remember, to be honest. I wasn't paying attention to the conversation." *The way he was looking at her made it obvious what he had been paying attention to.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:31:01 GMT -5
*But being her almost ridiculously naive self, Bella wasn't quite sure, except that she liked the way he was looking at her...it made her feel...perfect.* Really? What were you paying attention to?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:32:42 GMT -5
*He was dangerously close to her now. If he remained, he wasn't sure what would happen, what he would do...*
"I think... I think you can guess." *He said, bending closer to her so that he was looking straight down into her eyes, their mouths just an inch or so apart.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:34:21 GMT -5
*She realized just how close they were to one another now, her gaze flicking from his mouth back up to his eyes, but she didn't move away.* Me?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:35:47 GMT -5
*His hand rested lightly on her waist, and it took him very little effort to pull her up and kiss her gently in lieu of an answer.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:40:22 GMT -5
*Her eyes widened and for a moment she thought of pulling away, but found herself melting into him THERE MICAELA, EVEN USED THE WORD MELTING and returning the kiss softly.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:42:18 GMT -5
*That was immensely encouraging, the fact that she responded and didn't pull away... he tried to be gentle, he did, but after a decade... his lips and hands were gentle but certainly insistent, with one tangling in her hair and the other holding her around her tiny waist.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:45:53 GMT -5
*This was a little fast for her, she had to admit it to herself...but it wasn't bad, not at all. In fact, it was really quite...well...amazing, as well as scary. She had no idea what to do but kiss him back and let him hold her, so she did both excellently.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:48:35 GMT -5
*He had kissed her, wasn't that enough? He couldn't move past there, not now... except that plan was failing and fast. His hands were more insistent, though he tried his best to keep them from moving too fast; he had to remember that she didn't remember anything that he did...*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:56:18 GMT -5
*Her heart was pounding in her ears, a mixture of excitement and terror pumping through her. She wanted it, so badly, and she knew it- but she couldn't- and she had no idea what she would do- she would have to stop it- and yet her hand jumped out, almost of it own accord, to the buttons of his shirt.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 4, 2008 0:00:06 GMT -5
*That was all the encouragement he needed. After ten years, he still knew how to undress her, kiss her, caress her... he knew more about her body than even she did at this point. His hands pressed against her skin as he kissed her forehead, temple, ears, pulse point, neck, collarbone, and further...*
*He laid her gently on her back on top of the loveseat. He couldn't stop now, not after all this time without her, all this time needing her...*
**FADEOUT**
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 4, 2008 0:09:19 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
*Later, Bella sat wrapped in her dress on the edge of a chair across the room, staring out of the window blankly. Enjolras lay asleep on the loveseat, blissfully unaware of Bella's internal panic. There was no denying that it had been...masterful...mind-blowing, even...but she certainly hadn't been ready for that, not yet. Good God, what had she done? That had been the stupidest, most impulsive... She shook her head. It hadn't been a good idea to let him kiss her, or to let any of this happen, no matter how amazing it turned out to be. No...it had been stupid. She couldn't let it happen again, at least not until she knew him better, or knew herself better for that matter. Gathering her clothes around her, she got to her feet, finding a blanket lying on a chair that she knew Adrienne must have left there. She grabbed it and laid it over the sleeping Enjolras, before sneaking quietly out of the library and back to her own room. Laying down on her bed, she stared out the window for hours, before finally dropping off to sleep around dawn.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 4, 2008 7:09:58 GMT -5
**LATER**
*He didn't blame her for leaving. Letting this happen had been, quite possibly, the stupidest, most pigheaded thing he'd ever done. Ever. Once dressed, he folded the blanket back up and laid it where it was normally kept.*
*It had been good, there was no denying that. Better than good: fantastic. But it had been stupid and he felt horrible now. He wouldn't let it happen again... he'd go back to being formal and reserved, to being almost cold, because at least that was safe. Perhaps when she came to him, it would be alright, but he wouldn't force himself on her again.*
*He took a very long swig from the crystal decanter of brandy always kept in the library.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 4, 2008 19:02:32 GMT -5
*She slipped back into the library much later to retrive the diary, dressed in blue once again and looking as sweet and beautiful as ever.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 22:52:14 GMT -5
*Oh, God. This was awkward. Awkward, awkward, awkward. Which wasn't a good sign, considering they were married. Not only was she back in here, she was back in here as he was drinking. Greeeat. He stood upon her entry as manners required, getting a little bit dizzy as he did so.*
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