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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 8, 2008 6:58:00 GMT -5
"Certainly. I always thought either shouldn't be mutually exclusive."
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Post by Richard III on May 9, 2008 10:42:08 GMT -5
*Richard's hand moved across the curve of her waist appreciatively. The Queen of France, his mind whispered.*
"Then I may say you are a most enlightened member of your sex," *he murmured, closing in again for another kiss.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 9, 2008 12:58:14 GMT -5
"Mmm."
*She leaned into the kiss*
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Post by Richard III on May 9, 2008 13:11:17 GMT -5
*As they kissed, Richard's hand sought purchase on the buttons up the back of her dress. Damn these modern fashions. What would they think of next?*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 9, 2008 17:42:41 GMT -5
*She frowned a bit, also rather perturbed at the dress. She'd help if it weren't for the fact that she'd have to contort her arm just to undo something.
She glanced, irritated, at the fabric*
"Bother..."
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Post by Richard III on May 10, 2008 10:30:03 GMT -5
*She seemed more irritated that the dress wasn't coming off than at his presumption, which perturbed him, but not much.*
"We had no such complicated clothes in my day," *he grumbled.* "How many doth it take to dress you of a morning?"
*He circled her, trying to work the buttons with one hand.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 10, 2008 10:54:43 GMT -5
"I used to have two maids," she admitted.
She relaxed her posture, pulling her hair over her shoulder so it didn't trail down and get in the way of the fastenings.
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Post by Richard III on May 12, 2008 11:05:38 GMT -5
*He wanted to run his hands through that hair, but he focused on the buttons, raising his useless hand to hold down the fabric so he could work the buttons with the other.*
"Methinks such an arrangement would not be useful in the present situation," *he said.* "Or perhaps courtly love was conducted in rather less intimate situations."
*The fabric parted and he was granted a glimpse of her skin. He drew closer to tease his breath over what he'd exposed, even as he pulled more buttons free.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 12, 2008 13:47:58 GMT -5
"I sent them away at...times like these..." She breathed, getting a little shiver from the breath on her skin.
As the buttons came undone, the top of the dress slowly began to slide down until her shoulders and upper arms were exposed. The bottom half of the dress was slowly forming a pool of dark green fabric around her feet
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Post by Richard III on May 12, 2008 13:59:01 GMT -5
*That a woman willing was also a queen--and as exquisitely mannered and spoken as Marie--excited Richard all the more. Her porcelain skin was not a trick of makeup. He slid his fingers across her shoulder to push the dress further down. His heart beat quickly even as his mind raced ahead to what this might mean for him aside from a few moments' pleasure. In truth, it would be most pleasant to experience carnal love on something other than a flea-ridden, straw-ticked mattress.*
"Your beauty outshines that which you surround it with," *he murmured, ridding her of more fabric.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 12, 2008 14:08:09 GMT -5
*The cool air of the room, and Richard's touch, left goosebumps in their wake. Most of her train of thought had, in the main, blocked out everything but this room and who was there with her, and more importantly, what he was doing. Unconvential Richard may be, but he was a still a man*
"Your words...they're like a caress to my ears."
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Post by Richard III on May 12, 2008 14:21:29 GMT -5
"And your skin is like a feast for mine eyes," *he said, his fingers moving to release the laces of her corset.* "Soft and undapple'd, and warm to my touch."
*He cupped the back of her neck with his hand, before returning to the laces.*
"I wish to see all of thee, that my words may continue to please by unerring accuracy."
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 15, 2008 7:47:34 GMT -5
*She had her eyes closed, now, and somehow that made all other sensations stronger. She could feel the corset loosening, which was both exciting and a relief--much easier to breathe, but also, that much closer to no fabric*
"Do...tell..." She said softly.
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Post by Richard III on May 15, 2008 9:36:49 GMT -5
((Fine! Don't look at me!!))
*Richard slid the corset from her, revealing the deceptively simple shift beneath it.*
"Your form, both lithe and bounteous, like some wild hart only half-tamed to my touch," *he whispered.* "Your hair, which unbound shines like the sun upon my tempest-tossed landscape, warming me from my long slumber."
*He moved to the front of her, noting her closed eyes and considering that he might have done the same in her position, not that he'd ever seek congress with someone as ugly as himself.*
"Thine breasts," *he whispered, his breath hot against her skin,* "which must make Aphrodite weep with jealousy."
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 15, 2008 13:22:07 GMT -5
((Nooo, she's savoring the moment!
Oh, and Richard's words? Makes ME melt))
*Richard's speech was like honey. She wanted nothing better than to simply grab him to her and have him right then and there. But at the same time, she wanted it to last. She opened her eyes so that she could better see her hands, which were now working Richard's clothes*
"Music to my ears."
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