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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:59:01 GMT -5
((I've been doing alot of this stuff recently. I need to start reading more smut.))
*He smiled and nodded, then closed his eyes as her hands massaged his flesh. He could almost hear his heartbeat, and feal his blood pumping faster.*
Strange that fear and desire should produce the same symptoms.
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 21:16:26 GMT -5
((You should. Smut is fun.))
*Sylvia was contented in this effort, pleasing him, even simply was so delightful. With his eyes closed, she loosened her skirt and freed herself from it, wearing only her stockings. Her smooth hands worked up his legs and over his hips to his chest where she undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. As the skin was bared she planted kisses against it gently.*
“It is so lovely to serve only you. You will let me know if there is something more I can do…”
*Pulling his shirt from his trousers, her hands returned their attentions to the flesh of his bare chest.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 8:49:01 GMT -5
"Yes", *he whispered, "yes, I will."
*He wanted her so much, his hands were shaking. He forced himself to cotrol himself, instead looking at her flawless face. Her eyes, her lips, every part of her face seemed to stir him. And as her hands worked their way up his body, chills of lust ran up his spine.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 10, 2007 8:54:22 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled up at him, then slid her hands down to his trousers, skillfully buttoning then, her eyes never leaving his face. She slipped back gently, tugging them carefully out from underneath him.*
“I’m happy to hear it, sir. Your generosity knows no bounds it seems.”
*She planted a trail of kisses over his exposed skin, working her way from the arches of his feet, up his legs, over his chest, his neck and finally rested precariously above his lips. Her breath was warm as she traced her tongue over them gently.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 9:01:58 GMT -5
*He finally kissed her back, slowly, letting her take the lead. He felt strangley, as if he were tasting a fine wine, intoxicated by a high quality drink. His hands traced the slope of her waste, lingering on her hips*
"Nor does yours."
FADE OUT
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 10, 2007 9:08:06 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Sylvia curled her body against his, an act of wanting to be close, closer than she had ever been to anyone else. She pressed her lips to the skin of his chest as she traced her fingers over it. Her voice was breathy from exhaustion.*
“Thank you, Doctor. I feel much better now.”
*She propped herself on her elbow to look down at him with sincerity in her eyes.*
“Did I dare to start repaying what I am indebted to you? Or should I start again?”
*She smiled gently.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 9:11:04 GMT -5
((Okay, your sex writing pwns mine. *Goes off to study M rated fics*))
"Are you trying to kill me?" *he laughed.* "I can only take so much payment a day."
*A bit more serious, he stroked her hair softly, thinking*
"Have you made up your mind? About your employer, I mean."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 10, 2007 9:13:41 GMT -5
((You are too kind. You've been a great sport. I appreciate it.))
*Sylvia’s mind shifted to Thatcher and her brow furrowed. She sounded hesitant.*
“I am not sure what to do. I want so desperately to be free of him, but he is a terrible and powerful man.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 9:16:36 GMT -5
"Even Achilles had his soft spot", *he said thoughtfully.* "This man must have a weakness of some sort. Something that can be used against him."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 10, 2007 9:18:46 GMT -5
*Sylvia thought desperately hard. Thatcher? Soft spot? It seemed unlikely.*
“The only thing I have ever noticed is that he bathes. A lot. And he never takes his clothing off when…”
*Her eyes fell.*
“Well, he doesn’t want people too close.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 9:21:46 GMT -5
"We'll see. Perhaps something will turn up."
*He sat up, shirtless, on the bed.*
"As for the other one, how should we manage to get him alone?"
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 10, 2007 9:25:31 GMT -5
*Sylvia sat back on her heels. She bit her lip in thought.*
“Well…it depends where you would want him. He did give me this…”
*She crawled to the far side of the bed, reaching over the side of it to pick up her purse. Opening it, she pulled out the skeleton key.*
“I haven’t tried it on all of the locks, but…it seemed to work well enough. But I am uncertain if I could find a way past the servants or be able to find him once inside. He seems to make a habit of disappearing off to places unseen.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 9:27:30 GMT -5
"Do you think you could manage to bring him somewhere?" *he asked.* "Somewhere outside of his mansion?"
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 10, 2007 9:28:58 GMT -5
*Sylvia considered it carefully.*
“Possibly. Where did you have in mind?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 10, 2007 9:31:06 GMT -5
"I was thinking of a room in the hospital", *he said evenly.* "Not much sound available to the outside, and glass windows if you wanted to watch."
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