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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 12:12:03 GMT -5
*Valmont knew the way, and held the door open for Ilse. When he closed it, his eyes were unreadable. He set a purse on the dressing table, which clinked with the sound of the coins inside.*
"Her name is Valerie," *he said brusquely.* "She's inexperienced but likely to be a wildcat once I... show her."
*He grasped Ilse's wrist.*
"Think you can work with that?"
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 12:24:56 GMT -5
*Ilse's eyes were already dark with some mixture of fascination and terror as she let herself tremble under his touch.*
"...monsieur?" *she said, her voice dropping it's usual husk and taking on the tremulous pitch of a girl younger than herself, though not too young.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 12:39:32 GMT -5
*He'd never stooped to this in all his days. He could pretend it was the same sort of play that meant nothing--the spice of dressing up, or the heiress who wanted to play at being the scullery maid. But he knew this was something altogether deeper and rather less entertaining. But if it got her off his mind for even a moment... even if that meant making her the center of it.
His lips curled slightly. Not exact, but did it need to be? This woman, this commodity, could not hope to replicate the real thing, but it might be enough.*
"Shh," *he said.* "I won't hurt you. I only want to show you what you've been missing--what those boys cannot hope to provide."
*His hand brushed under her chin, skimming down her neck.*
"You shouldn't be afraid of pleasure, Valerie."
*Though Ilse looked nothing like her--dark hair, slim, that was all--it gave him a little thrill to say that name.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 12:48:56 GMT -5
*Ilse wondered for a moment just how much inexperience he wanted before she shivered at his touch, but turned away, slightly.*
"Don't," *she whispered fervently, used to playing the prude on occasion for gentlemen like Valmont who thought they could use false innocence to remind themselves of their worldliness.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 12:57:28 GMT -5
((You mean I can't?))
*Valmont let her turn, but took the opportunity to touch his lips to her neck where it was exposed, dropping soft, patient kisses on the skin there.*
"I am not so bad," *he murmured against her ear.* "You fault me for my habits, but you cannot know why I do what I do unless you experience it. You would condemn me out of hand for seeking and giving pleasure? Then you have not felt pleasure."
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 12:59:32 GMT -5
((I mean you can, but she's being all inexperienced and resisting due to her average-girl upbringing and the moral doctrine of the times.))
"There is more to life than this, monsieur," *she breathed, though her voice shook slightly.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 13:15:04 GMT -5
((I meant "I can't use false innocence to remind myself of my worldliness?"))
"Yes," *Valmont breathed, his hand tracing her sides, knowing by her trembling she'd give in. Already given in.* "But there is always tomorrow for that, and here we are tonight. Can we not give in to the pleasures it promises? For this one night?"
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 13:18:53 GMT -5
((Oh, sure you can. Go right ahead.))
*Ilse rounded on him and pressed her lips feverishly against his, her sharp white teeth catching his lower lip just hard enough to leave a mark before she drew back, feigning a look of confused desire.*
"I--I'm sorry...I--"
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 13:57:23 GMT -5
*She was good, Valmont had to give her that. Knew her job, and knew how to get well-paid. Not as good as Valerie would, of course, but...
Well enough. His body responded, at any rate; though that didn't mean much.*
"Don't be sorry," *he said, drawing her close.* "You'll find there are a great many similarities between pleasure and pain, under the right circumstances. But I won't hurt you... unless you ask me to."
*He drew a fingernail against the skin of her arm and kissed her again, repeating her name in his mind like a mantra.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 14:05:22 GMT -5
*Ilse arched against him softly as he held her, her fingers slipping cool against the back of his neck.*
"Show me...teach me...please..." *she moaned desperately.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 14:19:58 GMT -5
*Valmont pressed himself to her, his eyes closed, reveling in her soft form and overlaying the timbre of Valerie's voice over Ilse's hushed words.*
"Yes, yes," *he murmured.* "I'll show you everything... Show you how it's done... Get you from my mind..."
*He pushed her back against the edge of the bed, so her knees met it and she had to fall back. Valmont tore at his cravat, his vest.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 16:37:27 GMT -5
*Ilse feigned small, wordless sounds of shock and desire as she helped him with his clothing, pulling him nearer.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 16:51:05 GMT -5
*Valmont moved his attentions to her clothes, careful not to startle her, but needing to continue before the spell wore off and he thought more concretely about what he was doing. In her line of work, Ilse's clothes came off more easily than Valerie's would, but it mattered little. Valmont had to keep himself from being too tender, but the mewling sounds she was making made it easier to get on with the job.
He trailed one hand down her thigh as the other divested himself of his trousers.*
"Are you sure?" *he murmured, his eyes mere slits.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 17, 2008 16:58:14 GMT -5
"No...yes...I...I don't know," *she whispered softly, writhing at his touch.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 17, 2008 17:05:13 GMT -5
*He leaned over her, his body brushing hers.*
"Yes, you know," *he hissed in her ear.* "You want me, you've always wanted me, and you've always been too proud to admit it. You can be proud later, my dear; for now, you are mine."
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