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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:02:18 GMT -5
Vienna leaned over the table, staring intently at the needle on the sewing machine as she slid the fabric underneath it and watched the stitches come out neat and clean. So intent was she in getting as close to the machine as possible that she was hovering over her chair rather than actually sitting on.
She paused, wiping a bit of sweat off her brow. The window was open and there was a pleasant breeze blowing, but that did little to change the fact that it was stifling in here. Vienna had long since abandoned her dress and now stood over the table in her bloomers and corset, her thick red hair pulled back in a very messy bun.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:06:01 GMT -5
Mozart was walking the halls humming and flinging his hands about, writing something amazing... in his head, when he stopped in front of a room he hadn't been in, the door was cracked and he looked in. And he smiled pushing through the door and rushing behind Vienna pressing his hips into her.
"GO HORSEY!"
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:12:28 GMT -5
She cried out in surprise and reared stepped back, reflexively throwing her hands up and inadvertantly smacking him square in the face with one. At the same time she lost her balance and fell backwards, her knee catching the edge of the table as she toppled over, the jolt making the sewing machine jump and the needle jam.
"Good God, Wolfgang!" she yelled from where she now lay on top of him on the floor.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:20:07 GMT -5
He laughed that laugh and offered a hand "Gosh Vienna didn't know you were so jumpy."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:24:40 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at that laugh - the one I am pretending was not struckthrough because I love it - and ignored the hand he offered, standing up on her own.
"I am not 'jumpy,' Wolfgang, and I never have been. I'd like to see how you'd react if someone attempted to hump you from behind while you were composing."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:28:23 GMT -5
He thought about it for a minute and smiled "There's always room for firsts."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:32:52 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes again but grinned in spite of herself. She should have known that his answer would be something like that.
After leaning down to ensure that the scrape on her knee was not bleeding, she went back to hover over her table, only to discover that the machine had jammed and the skirt she'd been working on was ruined. She cursed loudly and, without warning, turned and smacked Wolfgang upside the head. "Look what you did!"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 19:55:34 GMT -5
"Ow!" He rubbed his head and looked at the sewing machine "Well sorry, I didn't think you were going to jump out of your bloomers!"
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 20:04:56 GMT -5
Vienna began tugging at the fabric as gently as possible, hoping to get it loose without tearing it further. Frowning, she informed him that "Any numbskull should know not to attack someone when they're working on something like this."
Right then the fabric popped loose and she bounced back into Wolfgang a second time, though this instance was far lighter. She held it up to the light to examine the damage; it wasn't as bad as it could have been, she had to concede it.
Setting the fabric back down on the table, she turned to smirk at Mozart. "You probably would have preferred it if I had jumped out of my bloomers..."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 20:07:09 GMT -5
Wolfgang winked hard "I'd prefer it if you never wore anything, but modern society says that's... wrong."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 5, 2008 20:38:23 GMT -5
"Since when have I cared what modern society thinks?" she asked, but made no attempt to remove any of her undergarments.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 6, 2008 15:55:13 GMT -5
"Well then undress and well have a sexy party" Wolfgang giggled "but if you're too, chicken to work in the nude, then I understand."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 15:10:52 GMT -5
For several moments she seemed to have ignored him completely, as she began re-threading the needle on the sewing machine in silence.
"I'm busy," she finally mumbled, sounding very much like a parent too wrapped up in paying bills to notice that their child had just asked if they could draw on the living room walls. "You can do it if you want to, though."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 16:48:59 GMT -5
He was quiet, but not for very long, for god sakes... it's Mozart "No, no I don't think, so I'm far too busy for this" he said mockingly.
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 7, 2008 18:49:34 GMT -5
Again she basically ignored him, now fully wrapped up in what she was working on.
"Uh-huh."
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