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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 15:42:49 GMT -5
((I destroyed "The Pimps Ballad" to make us a love song!  )) " PM Mondego You told me we could drive him here by using that key. Now is the best time for that." |
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 15:47:18 GMT -5
((You are teh sweetest! No one ever butchered wrote a song for me before. )) *Sylvia nodded.* “And you know where his estates are?” *She sighed gently, casting her gaze downward.* “I guess I am to write him, to set the bait…” |
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 15:50:51 GMT -5
*He noticed her uneasiness*
"You know, we don't have to do this. If you're scared, it wouldn't end the world to let one bastard go unpunished."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 15:58:42 GMT -5
*Sylvia sucked her lip in thought for a moment. Then she raised her gaze intently to Crane’s. She looked almost cruelly determined.*
“No. I will not be afraid. Not of him. With you by me, there is nothing that we cannot achieve together. This is just the first step.”
*She swallowed and searched his eyes. A small smile grew in the corner of her mouth, her voice barely more than a whisper.*
“Let us be wicked...”
*She traced her tongue along his jaw, her lips trembled against his ear.*
“…in all things."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 19:43:32 GMT -5
*Crane traced her jawline gently with his hand*
"You have so much power. I can't imagine you fearing anyone."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 19:52:05 GMT -5
*Her lashes beat gently. When he said it, she believed it. Sylvia kissed him deeply, sucking his lower lip as she pulled away. Her voice was languid and suggestive.*
“But you…you are not afraid of me? My power?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 19:55:27 GMT -5
*He thought before answering her question. Her flawless body, her agile wit...surely those could be deadly weapons. Should he fear her?*
"I did at first", *he finally replied.* "Now, I don't know. Do you fear me?"
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 20:01:40 GMT -5
*Of course she did. Especially now, when all men were a threat in some way. But he was the safest thing she had ever known. Even if he wasn’t really safe, she was drawn to him with no hope of escape. She rocked against him, her bosom against his chest so he might feel her quiver as her voice fell breathy.*
“Would you like me to?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 20:04:24 GMT -5
*Crane felt his pulse quicken at Sylvia's touch. He wanted her to love him, to want him, not to dread his approach. But fear was what he knew. It was the one thing in the world he had control over.*
"If I thought it would keep you with me, I would."
*He diffused these harsh words with a soft smile*
"But I'm not ready to go that low."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 20:09:47 GMT -5
*She echoed his smile and sucked her lip.*
“Not that low?”
*Sylvia rocked her hips once, to make her point.*
“Then…my good Doctor…what would you be willing to do…to keep me with you?”
*She searched his eyes for the answer.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 20:11:43 GMT -5
"I would simply...ask you."
*He slid his hands down to her waist*
"And you would stay."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 20:13:52 GMT -5
*She threw her head back and laughed lightly. The simple truth of his answer amused her. She met his gaze again with an inviting smile.*
“And you are sure of this?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 20:14:52 GMT -5
"I'm a scholar. We're never sure of things."
*He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her*
"We make educated guesses."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 12, 2007 20:21:22 GMT -5
*She bounced her brow suggestively.*
“Then…what does your scholarly nature tell you? What is your educated guess on the matter?”
*Sylvia squeezed her thighs gently.*
“What does your gut tell you?”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 12, 2007 20:26:07 GMT -5
*He drew back, then let his hand drop down to her thigh*
"It tells me that either you're the most talented liar I have ever met, or..."
*His other hand went to the strap of her dress*
"...or else you're as mad about me as I am about you."
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