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Post by Thatcher on Feb 26, 2008 18:46:30 GMT -5
*Thatcher crept into the bedchamber late at night, following the conclusion of some lengthy business. He was exhausted, but he did not lie down right away. Instead he stood beside the bed, watching the play of moonlight and shadows over Sylvia's sleeping features. He reached out to touch her, then drew back his hand before his fingertips even brushed her sensitive skin.*
No. I will not always be the one. She must learn to come to me.
*And so, he sat in a chair beside the dying fire, his chin propped upon his hand as he gazed into the embers.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 26, 2008 19:03:39 GMT -5
((Yea! I've missed you. Thank you for making my day.))
*Sylvia stirred gently, her lashes fluttering open. She pushed herself up and looked around. Noticing that Thatcher was there, but seemingly occupied, she cleared her throat gently.*
"Sir...is everything all right?"
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 26, 2008 19:05:51 GMT -5
"Everything's fine," *he said softly, nodding to reassure her.* "You may go back to sleep."
*His gaze did not waver from the fire.*
"Or did you want something?"
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 26, 2008 19:08:28 GMT -5
*Sylvia let out a soft laugh, but she wasn't sure why.*
"Me? I...what is it that I could want, that you do not so generously provide?"
*Her lashes beat gently, her eyes still trying to figure out what had provoked his mood.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 26, 2008 19:11:09 GMT -5
"I'll give you whatever you ask for. Provided it's not something I don't want to give you," *he said with a slow smile, leaning back in the chair.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 26, 2008 19:16:32 GMT -5
*Sylvia's brow furrowed and she rose from bed, drawing on a sheer dressing gown and walking to the fireplace. She knelt next to him, gently placing her hand on his.*
"Sir, I only wish to repay you for what you have offered me. It was...more than I ever expected."
*She smiled softly.*
"Is there something you wish that I can provide you tonight?"
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 26, 2008 19:23:23 GMT -5
"No, thank you," *he said quietly, lacing his fingers with hers. His eyes traveled over her body, piercing through the thin fabric with little difficulty to ravish the flesh beneath.*
"You must be cold."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 26, 2008 19:36:00 GMT -5
*Her eyes narrowed briefly, trying to decipher him but he was ever illusive. Her smile widened and she glanced back to the bed.*
"Well, there's an easy solution to that..."
*She arched a brow.*
"Unless you're occupied."
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 26, 2008 20:09:07 GMT -5
"I am not," *he said, standing up slowly and taking her hand to lead her back to bed. He lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her warmly, but made no further move to take her. His intense gaze was entirely focused upon her back as she lay in front of him.*
Come to me, Sylvia. Want me as I want you...
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 26, 2008 20:34:35 GMT -5
*She pressed herself against him instinctively, going though a practiced motion. But something was different. Off. She looked up at him, her dark eyes questioning.*
"Please, Thatcher..."
*Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip.*
"Did I do something? Have I upset you?"
*She caressed his arm gently, as if to assure him that he could tell her.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 2:45:55 GMT -5
"If you had...but no. I am merely occupied by other matters," *he said with a sigh, rolling onto his back, away from her, staring at the ceiling.* "It is nothing worth troubling you over. Go back to sleep."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 6:53:14 GMT -5
*Sylvia pursed her lips, knowing that something was off, but not being able to sort it out. So she fell back on her natural response, caressing his chest softly and bending over him to plant gentle kisses on his skin. Her soft hair pooled over him as she did.*
"I'm awake. Please...trouble me."
*Her kisses continued feather-light as her hand slipped lower and traced soft lines over his hipbone and thigh.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 7:03:23 GMT -5
*He shrugged, carefully careless.*
"If you wish," *he said flatly, moving to caress her shoulder gently, with little trace of interest.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 7:19:21 GMT -5
*Sylvia's brow furrowed in frustration. This wasn't like him at all. If this was just the start, if he didn't want her...she might be able to leave. Or he might revoke the immortality and kill her. She sucked her lip and slid up to straddle him, the curves of her body traced my the mixture of fire and moonlight through her gown. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders and she lowered her face to his that she might look him in the eye. She kissed him softly, lashes fluttering as she whispered against them.*
"If you are tired, I am happy to put in the effort for both of us."
*She smiled sweetly and kissed him once more.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 7:22:13 GMT -5
*Though his hands drifted upwards along her legs, he maintained control of himself.*
"If it would please you, then. Do not trouble yourself on my account."
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