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Mar 5, 2008 13:51:13 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 13:51:13 GMT -5
Finally he smiled triumphantly, he, or at least he thought, had won this round.
Pulling her in to him, he pressed his bony ass pelvis in to hers, trying, if it can be said, to be the man in the situation. In all his dealings with Vienna he had felt less than part of the situation and more of an object.
That wouldn't happen this time.
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Mar 5, 2008 13:57:52 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 13:57:52 GMT -5
She recognized his insistence and a delicious tingle ran up her spine as she clutched his shoulders tightly and pressed her lips to his, equally aggressive.
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Mar 5, 2008 19:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 19:58:23 GMT -5
He only kissed her for a moment before grabbing her hand and running full speed toward her room, if she had said anything in that moment, he wouldn't have heard her.
Throwing her in to the room he slammed the doors shut and spun around, standing staring at her, breathing heavily.
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Mar 5, 2008 20:07:18 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:07:18 GMT -5
She laughed at his excitement as she was pulled along behind him, only with effort managing not to trip on her skirts and fall over. Once into the room she nearly toppled backwards onto the bed, but was able to grab one of the bedposts and hold herself upright. Momentarily. She sat slowly, watching him, delighting in the obvious desire with which he now beheld her.
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Mar 5, 2008 20:12:52 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:12:52 GMT -5
He moved over to her slowly, every step seemed easier to take than the last, when he finally arrived... his breathing only intensified. "The skirts" he managed to say while removing his coat "off... please."
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Mar 5, 2008 20:14:41 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:14:41 GMT -5
She would have gladly done that anyway, but because of the way he put it, she glanced down...and began unfastening her corset instead, just to annoy him.
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Mar 5, 2008 20:16:25 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:16:25 GMT -5
"Either way" there was a sudden emergence of normalcy in his tone, but it only reverted back to breathing as the continued with the corset.
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Mar 5, 2008 20:21:08 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:21:08 GMT -5
She made quick work of the corset, and as soon as it was off she leaned over and began unbuttoning his shirt, her own breathing picking up speed as she did so.
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Mar 5, 2008 20:27:56 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:27:56 GMT -5
Wolfgang grinned wildly as she began to unbutton his shirt, he was skinny, but not bad... for a man who did nothing but write and party all the time.
He gave a little moan as his shirt flew backwards over his head he leaned down and touched his lips softly to hers, allowing the beating of his heart to be felt with every breath he took.
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Mar 5, 2008 20:38:53 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 20:38:53 GMT -5
She kissed him back deeply, running her hands over his chest. His labored breathing and wildly beating heart encouraged her more than any words could, and she stood up to press her entire body against his.
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Mar 5, 2008 21:22:05 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 21:22:05 GMT -5
Replying to her insistence with equal ferocity Wolfgang pushed her down on the bed and began to work on what seemed like a million skirts. He wasn't waiting any longer.
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Mar 5, 2008 21:34:28 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 21:34:28 GMT -5
Vienna scooted back so half her body wasn't hanging off the end of the bed, and she forcefully dragged Wolfgang with her. Once she was flat on her back, she joined Wolfie in tugging at her skirts, drawing her lips across his chest at the same time.
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Mar 6, 2008 17:46:26 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 6, 2008 17:46:26 GMT -5
Finally they were off, it was one thing he hated about women,t hey always wore too many damn clothes. He threw what was in his hand behind him on the floor and then kicked off his boots, his hands all the while exploring Vienna's, as a painter would paint a canvas. He pushed his face beneath her chin and began kissing her neck erratically.
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Mar 6, 2008 17:54:05 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 6, 2008 17:54:05 GMT -5
((I dunno if Wolfie is wearing a wig or not, but for the sake of this post he is, k?))
Vienna pried off her own shoes with her toes while simultaneously grabbing the stupid wig on Wolfgang's head and tearing it off. She tossed it to the side of the bed and tangled her fingers in his fine blonde hair. "Wolfgang..." she murmered.
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Mar 6, 2008 18:00:33 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 6, 2008 18:00:33 GMT -5
((Sounds good))
The sound of her voice saying his name only furthered his want, with all of his strength he threw her so that she lay correctly on the bed. He forced his hands under her shoulders and pulled her up in to him... his lips never once leaving her body.
((You can fade whenever you deem it worthy, lol))
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