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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 10:30:06 GMT -5
Vienna pushed open the door, carelessly allowing it to bang against the wall behind it. Standing aside for Beethoven to step in past her, she said "Well, this is where all the old music is kept." She indicated the shelves full of sheet music, many sheets of which had come loose from their bindings and now littered the floor.
She frowned, realizing she'd led him into a room with absolutely nothing seductive about it. Oh well, at least she could try to make the best of it.
"So, Herr Beethoven," she began, moving to lean against the end of the nearest row of shelves, "you came to Paris entirely to meet Herr Mozart, did you?" She glanced down and toyed with a bit of lace at her bustline; there was no reason for it, but if it drew his eyes in that direction it couldn't hurt.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 15:09:44 GMT -5
*Beethoven eyed the deplorable state of some of the sheet music, a good portion of which were symponies that were hard to find in print anymore.*
"Well, I also came here to see the sights of the city," he said turning to face her as he spoke.
"And I find much to look upon." His eyes, yes indeed, had landed right where Vienna had wanted to draw them to.
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 15:19:36 GMT -5
Vienna glanced up just in time to see where he was looking and smirked at him, lifting an eyebrow coquettishly.
"Do you, sir?" she straightened up and leaned her head back against the shelf, highlighting her long, creamy neck. "And you haven't even seen anything yet..."
After feeling certain she'd given him a good glimpse of her neck, she rearranged herself and looked down at the music on the floor. "A shame they don't take better care of things here, isn't it? I'm trying to remedy that."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 18:25:01 GMT -5
"No, I don't believe I've seen it all yet..."
*His eyes travelled upwards, to the decidedly enticing skin that showed all the way up until he met her gaze*
"It's inexcusable, really, if this is the state that the opera house is in."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 18:52:40 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement. "The costume and prop rooms are all this way too, but I assure you they won't be when I'm through with them. Unfortunately, with Wolfgang in charge here, I doubt this room, or any others dealing with the storage of music, will ever be straightened up. He's never been known for his cleanliness."
She shrugged and took a step toward Beethoven. "But things aren't all bad here in Paris, you know."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 19:14:38 GMT -5
"I suppose I could find my way to keeping an eye on things here...I do have some pull, after all, and if Herr Mozart won't do it..."
*As he spoke, he slowly walked closer and closer to Vienna, his eyes never leaving hers*
"...I think I could assume such a role."
*He stopped mere centimeters away*
"I can see there is plenty of good here."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 21:00:36 GMT -5
She never broke the stare.
"Yes, I think you could be much better at it than Herr Mozart..."
Exactly which "it" she was referring to was anybody's guess.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 21:12:54 GMT -5
*His smile became a grin*
"I certainly wouldn't mind proving as much."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 21:20:06 GMT -5
She smiled at him like a cat who'd just cornered a mouse; like a lawyer who'd just drawn a confession out of a witness; like this, only not fat, purple, and squid-like. "I'm sure you wouldn't," she purred. "Why don't you show me what you could do?" She gestured to the papers on the floor for effect, but it was clear she wasn't talking about the music.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 21:35:12 GMT -5
*He grabbed Vienna, pulling her into his arms*
"What's this? No opening act?"
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 21:43:40 GMT -5
"Who needs an opening act when the main event's this good?"
She flicked her eyes down to his lips, but didn't go in for the kiss.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 21:52:50 GMT -5
*Of course, further conversation was cut off as he kissed her--rather roughly.*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 21:57:58 GMT -5
She smiled against his lips and responded in kind, immediately plunging her hands into his hair.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 7, 2008 22:06:54 GMT -5
*Abandoning all pretense, his hands starting working at the back of her dress, pulling at the fastenings as they both slid to the floor, lips still locked*
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 22:15:31 GMT -5
Vienna realized distantly that there was nothing comfortable to lay on in this room and that the door was still standing wide open, but decided almost immediately that those things didn't really matter. No one ever came down these halls, and it wasn't as if this would be her first time having sex on a floor with someone she'd just met.
Her hands went to his cravat, which she untied and tossed aside faster than he could even realized she was doing it, and continued with the buttons of his shirt.
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