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Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2008 18:01:56 GMT -5
((Not to mention my data on the work servers...))
*Valmont smiled and padded over to her. She looked ravishingly simple against the rich furnishings.*
"Lay back," *he said, not quite a command.* "I'm not finished with the Latin lesson."
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Post by Valerie on Apr 23, 2008 18:03:43 GMT -5
((Sorry if sexy rectal exams are NsoSFW.))
*She rolled her eyes.*
"Dieu, that was one of the worst lines I've ever heard," *she quipped, stretching out and folding her arms behind her head.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2008 18:10:28 GMT -5
*Valmont grinned against her thigh.*
"It works on the stupid ones," *he said.* "I thought you'd be amused. If you notice--I'm not trying to get you into bed."
*He noticed she didn't stop him.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 23, 2008 18:16:01 GMT -5
"Which is why stupid throw-aways meant for stupid girls will not do you any favours, Valmont," *she said with a bored-sounding sigh. So far it felt pretty much the same as it had with that greasy guy at the Inn. The one whose baby she'd had. She suddenly wondered if it was bad that she'd never learned his name.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2008 18:24:32 GMT -5
((Damn, girl. You're hard to please.))
*He was losing her, which was unthinkable considering what he was doing and what it usually produced, but Valmont knew when to cut his losses and he slid up to situate himself between her legs, kissing her silent and breathless.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 23, 2008 18:36:02 GMT -5
*Valerie arched against him in complete silence, the wanton movements of her body the only indications of feeling rather than any outcries or even a quickening of her breath. She'd studied, and she'd studied hard--as mental theory was coupled with her superior Slayer's physical control, she was able to maintain exquisite control of her own responses, and to a certain extent, his. The cool tang of leather, the dust of the printed page--this was the perfume which lingered upon her hair and hands.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 23, 2008 20:21:57 GMT -5
*He refusal to respond in the precise way he wanted frustrated him. He was used to control, of himself and others. It disturbed him, in an abstract way that would only really hit him later, that there was nothing about her which impeded his most ardent response. Nothing he could fault her for, except for his apparent inability to wrest her control from her. He was charmed by even the musty scent that lingered in her hair. That was surely a warning sign.
He wanted--no, needed--to make her pant. To beg for him. To that end, he began a coordinated assault, lips and hands, that skillfully mixed tentative caresses with assertive.*
"So which illustration was your favorite?" *he asked, seeking to catch her off guard.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 24, 2008 1:31:48 GMT -5
"Which edition?" *she replied softly, her body stirring against his touch.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 24, 2008 12:53:20 GMT -5
*Valmont temporarily halted his effort to catalog her body with his kisses.*
"Whichever you liked best," *he said.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 24, 2008 12:59:12 GMT -5
"The edition published in 1859. Illustrations by Salain. Page seventy-three," *she said with a nod.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 24, 2008 13:04:05 GMT -5
*Valmont smiled against her skin.*
"Ah," *he said.* "This one?"
*He moved them gently to mimic the racy illustration, his hands trailing obligingly over her.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 24, 2008 13:28:19 GMT -5
*She caught a corner of the sheet in her fist, crumpling it tightly into her sweaty palm.*
"That's the one," *she said, beginning to move against him with an unexpected level of control and precision.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 24, 2008 13:34:09 GMT -5
*Valmont grinned. She wasn't the only one with a library. He held himself in readiness, on the edge of giving in. Every nerve ending in his body quivered with expectation and frustrated longing. But he wasn't finished. It needed to be the only time. He needed to make it stick. Leave nothing undone, no room for lingering doubts or desires.*
"Tell me you want me," *he said, his voice like raw silk. He wanted to hear the words.*
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Post by Valerie on Apr 24, 2008 13:38:52 GMT -5
"I do not take orders," *she replied softly with an infuriatingly sly smile as she squirmed invitingly.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 24, 2008 18:46:20 GMT -5
*Valmont chuckled softly and turned to look down into her face.
Which was, he realized, something of a mistake. Because suddenly this wasn't about having her anymore, or even about making her want him. It was about that sly smile, those defiant eyes.*
Careful, old boy.
"Then give me one, and I'll show you how it's done."
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