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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 19:15:33 GMT -5
*Aroused half to madness by her enthusiasm, Philippe gladly complied.*
********FADE OUT***************
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 19:20:06 GMT -5
******************FADE IN*****************
*Rebecca idly kissed his neck, tasting the salty tang of sweat and beaded blood upon his skin.*
"No more complaints about your leg now that we know it can hold both of us," *she chuckled.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 19:23:34 GMT -5
*Philippe lifted his head before carrying her to the bed and collasping on it himself. He winced as he felt the scratchmarks on his back.*
"Damn, there goes the excuse."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 19:25:59 GMT -5
*Becca laughed and snuggled against him.*
"...Oh! I meant to tell you...earlier...and then I was quite distracted..."
*She beamed.*
"I'm pregnant, I think."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 19:29:43 GMT -5
*Philippe's head shot up.*
"Really?"
*His expression darkened.*
"You should not have let me be so rough."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 19:31:29 GMT -5
"Oh, shh--you were not so very rough," *she said, kissing him with gentle reassurance.* "Believe me, love, if I felt there were any danger, I would have stopped you."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 19:35:15 GMT -5
*It did not relieve him though. His head became to consider all the possible ways she could be harmed.*
"You will not wear a corset at all now, I don't like the way it fits, it cannot be good for the baby."
*He paused.*
"And you shouldn't climb the stairs, we will have a bed brought downstairs. Or ride, that would be no better. In fact.."
*He studied her*
"Perhaps you would be better staying in bed."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 19:37:55 GMT -5
*HEADDESK*
"Indeed, that was quite my plan. I will not move an inch for the next seven months," *she said flatly. Unfortunately, sarcasm was lost on Philippe in that moment.*
"NOT."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 19:42:00 GMT -5
*Philippe rubbed his forehead.*
"But... I do not know... the corset will still have to go, and the stairs."
((Sleep now sorry))
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 19:44:21 GMT -5
"Then perhaps you'd best build some ramps, for I'll not be trapped above stairs!"
*She laughed lightly.*
"Trust you to take the word "confinement" in a literal sense."
*Sighing, she cuddled under the covers with him.*
"Sleep, now--it is very late," *she whispered.* "We may worry about it tomorrow."
*She soon fell asleep, only to wake in the hour before dawn as terrible cramps seized her.*
"Dear God...no..." *she breathed, a strangled whimper escaping her lips.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 1:39:14 GMT -5
*Philippe, who slept often but lightly was awake in a moment. It did not take long to know what the matter was. Swiftly he climb out of bed and ran for the servants, who came running. He returned to the bed, fearing clawing at him.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 2:44:55 GMT -5
*Rebecca, unable to hold on despite her best intentions, miscarried even before the doctor arrived, and all he could do was see that she was comfortable and resting quietly.*
"She'll be alright," *he reassured Philippe in a whisper outside the door to the room.* "There was no danger to her, this time."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 10:51:25 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded, one worry aside.*
"Thank you Doctor."
*What was worse was that his time, it was his fault. Once he had seen the doctor go he turned and slammed his fist into the wall, glad for the pain.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 11:24:19 GMT -5
*Rebecca's dark lashes fluttered against her pale skin at the crash.*
"Ph--Phi--Philippe?" *her weary voice was barely a whisper.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 12:46:40 GMT -5
*He opened the door and moved into the darkened room, his hand throbbing.*
"I am here...Oh God I am sorry."
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