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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 14:09:31 GMT -5
*She grinned.*
"It's not so gloomy. I'm here, after all." *She said teasingly. Whoa, when had she gotten so confident? It was kind of nice.*
((Lack of Ich-ness.))
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 14:18:05 GMT -5
*He turned toward her, grinning*
"You are most certainly an improvement on this atmosphere."
*He went over to her and put his arms around her, kissing her lightly*
"An improvement all-around, actually."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 18:07:19 GMT -5
*She blushed a little. Why did she have to be so damn embarrassed? She placed her arms around him and leaned up to kiss him gently on the lips. Only she didn't pull back.*
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 18:42:48 GMT -5
*She felt so light in his arms, almost delicate. But much more warming than the fire in the fireplace. He intensified the kiss as he tightened his arms around her*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 18:53:48 GMT -5
*She moved one hand to tangle in his hair and the other to rest on his chest. She used the hand behind her head to kiss her deeper.*
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 19:15:13 GMT -5
*One hand slid to her waist, the other staying on her back as the moment became more intense*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 19:26:00 GMT -5
*She moaned softly as she pushed up against him.*
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 19:30:02 GMT -5
*He started kissing along her jaw, down to her neck as he freed her pulled back hair from it's restraints*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 19:34:47 GMT -5
*Had he ever seen her hair down? That day he'd caught her in her nightgown, it had been in a long plait for sleeping... her thoughts on this subject came to an abrupt halt and she let out a soft gasp as he ran kisses down her neck; the hand that was resting on his chest had unconsciously moved closer to his cravat. She was under the impression that they were both wearing far too many clothes. Her left hand remained in his hair.*
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 19:46:09 GMT -5
*He kept up his attentions on the skin that was presently bare, while at the same time unhooking the back of her dress until he was able to slide it off her shoulders...and kiss her bare shoulders*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 19:50:33 GMT -5
*She gasped again when her shoulders were bared and he began kissing them. Freckles dotted the shoulders and her collarbone, and obviously her face. She wasn't too fond of them.*
*She had managed to reach around and unhook her hoopskirt and multitudes of petticoats and then kicked them away, so she was now standing there only in her corset, camisole, and undershift. She had also managed to unbutton and remove his vest, sliding it down his arms almost tentatively as she kissed him. Not-so-tentatively.*
*It was obvious she'd gained an appetite for food as well as Marius--her bust and hips had swelled and her clavicle wasn't quite so prominent. Her fingers worked at his cravat, lips never breaking contact.*
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 20:33:59 GMT -5
*Marius shucked off his shirt as quickly as he could, and immediately started undoing Aimee's corset. He was trying not to rush, but it had been a while...*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 20:45:30 GMT -5
*Her heart was beating too fast and her emotions too rampant for her to remember the fact that she was totally inexperienced or that he was moving fast. Had she been thinking clearly, she would have more explicitly noted that his torso was subtly defined but definitely magnificently masculine--like a Michelangelo sculpture. Her hands explored his muscled chest in little circles and, as if reminding him that to hurry up, she moved them to his belt buckle to slip it off of him.*
*She rested one hand on the side of his face and the other on his shoulder, gently placing kisses along his jawline.*
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Post by Marius on Jan 31, 2008 21:12:02 GMT -5
*Finally, the corset fell away followed by her shift. The more that was revealed, the more it was shown how petite she was. He paused to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the bed, setting her down gently on the mattress.
The firelight--the only light in the room, really--danced across her features as he resumed kissing her.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Jan 31, 2008 21:20:18 GMT -5
*She was, of course, small. Not as tiny as some, but not large by any means. She kissed him back fervently, with one hand on his chest. Her other forearm was across his shoulders, holding her upper body up to press against his from the bed with a surprising strength.*
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