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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:01:42 GMT -5
*Becca took one of his hands in hers and laid the other on his shoulder after settling his hand on her waist. She began to hum softly, then led him, slowly and gently, into the dance, letting him take the lead.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 18:06:26 GMT -5
*Philippe moved with reasonable grace, feeling only a twinge in his leg. Time perhaps had loosened the muscles, or the increased level of exercise he was achieving. He grinned to himself.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:10:58 GMT -5
"That's it--oh, you're doing beautifully. I don't see why you complain."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 18:14:16 GMT -5
*Philippe eyes narrowed.* "Oh, but it is very different now. Perhaps everytime I had to dance you were in a similar straight of undress I would be persuaded to try."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:16:07 GMT -5
"My dear I would oblige you heartily, but that ballroom was frightfully drafty this evening."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 18:23:31 GMT -5
*Philippe chuckled.* "Well then, I promise I will dance with you at the next ball. *He paused.* "Once."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:25:04 GMT -5
"It will be an occasion to remember," *she said with a smile, kissing him on the cheek.* "You're a lovely dancer."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 18:28:01 GMT -5
"And you flatter but I will take both." *He retorted, moving her up against the wall. Once he had her firmly pressed against it he allowed himself to kiss her, hard on the lips.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:29:41 GMT -5
*Becca gasped softly and kissed him in return, her hands gently framing his face.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 18:45:19 GMT -5
*Philippe ran his other hand down to her waist and held her flush against him. He resumed his attention to her neck, kissing and biting, knowing he would leave a mark.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:49:29 GMT -5
*Becca hissed through her teeth.*
"Ow.......don't stop," *she breathed, holding on to him as her eyes fell shut and she was lost in wanting him.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 18:52:17 GMT -5
*Philippe almost growled, deep in his throat. He loved that he could be rough with her and that she would still want him.*
"What, right here? Against the wall?"
*He murmured, his lips trailing over her skin.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 18:57:18 GMT -5
"Yes!" *she sobbed, fighting with what remained of his clothes as she ground their hips together. She bent over his neck, biting him fiercely in return.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 19:07:53 GMT -5
*Philippe helped her with what remained of his clothing.* "What happened to patience, hmm?" *He panted harshly, lifting her level with him.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 19:09:55 GMT -5
"Hang patience, your clothes are a wreck, anyway. Take me, Philippe, just take me!" *she cried, gone wild and half-blind with desire as she held him, her fingernails biting into his shoulders.*
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