Lady Beatrice
- Ingenious Pilot -
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 20, 2008 6:40:18 GMT -5
((Hot. Like...lots.))
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 20, 2008 13:40:11 GMT -5
((What's funny is that when I saw Beatrice had posted in this thread, I had a "oh, shit!" reaction to it XD))
*Marie blinked awake, having just had an intense dream herself. It was vague, hard to recall--she could remember something about Richard heading an incredible armed force, flashes of jeering crowds of Parisians, sobbing from someone she couldn't identify, and then a brief glimpse of her and Richard--wearing crowns--addressing an assembly of nobles. The final scene that had awoken her had been that of her being thrown in a jail cell*
"Dieu..." she gasped.
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Post by Richard III on May 20, 2008 14:28:04 GMT -5
*Richard stared over into Marie's startlingly awake face, sweat beaded on his forehead. He was motionless for a moment, as if trying to work out what to do next in such a situation.*
"My lady," *he finally said hoarsely.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 20, 2008 16:13:31 GMT -5
*She glanced around, relieved that she was in the room at Manderley and not that jail cell*
"Just a dream..." she muttered. "Only a dream."
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Post by Richard III on May 20, 2008 18:13:30 GMT -5
"Your sleep troubled you, madame?" *he asked politely.*
Perhaps it is the wretch you wake to.
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 21, 2008 12:44:20 GMT -5
"Oui...old troubles, though, nothing to be worried about."
*Though she had the distinctly uncomfortable feeling that some of it was to come, rather than something that had already passed*
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Post by Richard III on May 22, 2008 10:37:45 GMT -5
*Richard smiled, feeling the pride of possession of the body that lay tangled with his in the winding sheets.*
"Our troubles are nothing," *he announced.* "Nothing to what we will accomplish, your highness."
*She was spread before him like his unclaimed kingdom, and he had a flash of certainty that the lands he desired would fall to him as easily as she had. He traced a finger along her collarbone.*
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 22, 2008 12:40:42 GMT -5
*It was fortuitous, she thought, that they both should meet in this strange place and time. Perhaps fate wasn't as upset with her as she'd once assumed*
"You're absolutely right. When all is done, we will have what is rightly ours; what should have been ours all along."
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Post by Richard III on May 22, 2008 22:08:05 GMT -5
*Richard's smile was, for once, not that of a man who wished to curry favor, but one who recognized a kindred spirit in the being opposite him.*
Ours.
*He let his fingers trail up her thigh, beneath the sheet.*
"We are well met, madame. Well matched. The flame of ambition burns as brightly within you as this rougher frame. What say you we advance our plans, knowing each others hearts as methinks we do."
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 22, 2008 22:10:32 GMT -5
*She smiled almost lazily as she scooted closer*
"I would say you have the right idea."
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Post by Richard III on May 22, 2008 22:18:58 GMT -5
"I have many ideas," *he assured her solemnly, his hand never ceasing its movement along her skin, teasing and testing.* "The government of France is weak. The people long for a leader. They have no great love for democracy--or won't, when they are once again brought face to face with the glory of demigods to gaze upon. And you, my queen," *he said intently, gazing into her face,* "make a fine figurehead."
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 23, 2008 13:23:39 GMT -5
*She placed a kiss on his jaw, almost teasing*
"You will make a powerful ruler, ma cherie. And I can tell you all I know of France from when I once was Queen before. Who could get in your way with such information?"
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Post by Richard III on May 23, 2008 13:30:39 GMT -5
*She had not even blanched at his claim of rulership. It was uncanny, as if ordained by Heaven. He had, all at once, moved from subservient lackey to calling the shots.
All through the power of a woman's ill-conceived lust.*
"None whatsoever," *he growled, his hand riding higher.* "Such a union as we present must topple empires. So tell me," *he said, dropping to whisper in her ear.* "Tell me what you know."
((Political!sex ftw))
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Post by Marie Antoinette on May 23, 2008 15:20:32 GMT -5
((Wewt!))
"First, the best points...the strategic ones..."
*As she spoke of what would be advantageous to a would-be conquerer, she teased or trailed fingers along Richard's skin--shoulder, arm, chest, whatever could be reached*
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Post by Richard III on May 27, 2008 9:16:42 GMT -5
*Richard shivered against her, content in his certainty that they would prevail, they had to. He needed no astrologers to read the stars, for they beckoned in her eyes and offered him everything for the taking.*
"And when, my queen? When do we put these plans in action?"
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