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Post by Rochester on Jun 9, 2008 17:55:45 GMT -5
*Rochester gave a soft chuckle.*
"But of course."
*He looked up, his dimple deepening knowingly.*
"It's not as if anyone would believe such gossip anyways."
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Post by Valmont on Jun 9, 2008 22:07:57 GMT -5
"Of course not," *Valmont said.* "Just as they'd never believe you'd installed a girl in your very home."
*He smiled conspiratorially and picked up his walking stick.*
"Till we meet again."
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Post by Rochester on Jun 10, 2008 4:56:46 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled and nodded. The threat was there, it did not need to be more strictly defined. But the smile was genuine. In this case, he did hold the better hand.*
"Until then."
*He walked the man towards the door.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 11, 2009 22:59:35 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Valmont smiled to himself as he knocked with the tip of his cane at Rochester's door. He was under no illusion that the man would feel gratitude for delivering the little scamp to him--especially not in this manner--but it was certain to be entertaining, and whatever he felt about Valmont after, Rochester needed shaking up. Badly. Besides, the look on his face would be worth it. Not to mention hers.
It was not a caper he'd necessarily have sought himself; but having it dropped in his lap (literally) made some difference. The girl had been fun, in her way, and Rochester was behaving absolutely ridiculously about her. About time he came to his senses.
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Post by Rochester on Feb 12, 2009 15:46:03 GMT -5
*After a long moment, Rochester answered the door, looking quite more respectable than he had been of late. He swayed his weight onto one hip, a knowing grin sinking his dimple deep in his cheek.*
"Back again so soon, old chap?" *He queried genially.* "If you keep at it, eventually I'll just have to suggest we stay in..."
*There was that familiar lewd implication in the statement, Rochester's head tipping to one side invitingly.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 12, 2009 21:03:00 GMT -5
Valmont's eyes slid over him, heavy as a hand and just as teasing. "Tempting," he drawled, "but I have something I think you'll like better. You look well."
It was a mere statement of fact, because he was thinking over whether this was better or worse, for his purpose. He settled on better, because while Rochester was looking rather more like his old self, he had not been faking his heartache earlier. Seeing her now, on the road to recovery, would stir him up good.
"I really shouldn't dream of intruding upon you like this, if it weren't for the best of causes," he continued. "But you simply must come with me."
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Post by Rochester on Feb 13, 2009 12:20:53 GMT -5
*Well that was an entertaining notion. Perhaps things were looking up. Though he never expected Valmont to be the sort of fellow one needed to get out of a slump. But it wasn't the first time Rochester had been wrong. His hand lifted, stroking the door frame for a moment as if in consideration.*
"Well, I suppose..." *He drew the words out before the dimple settled back in.*
"If I must. Let me fetch my coat."
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Post by Valmont on Feb 13, 2009 22:39:18 GMT -5
If the man knew what was in store for him, Valmont thought, he hid it well. Would he be pleased? Dismayed? Perhaps he'd moved on. But it hardly mattered; he would still be entertained, and that was the main thing. One, or both, would be humiliated. Judging from the girl's state, she thought she'd done something awful. If nothing else, seeing Rochester cool and collected would take her off her high horse. One she had not in any way earned, of course. There was a time and a place for baggage like that, however lithe and willing and unusually well-versed.
"Of course," he said. "I'll wait here."
His carriage was waiting, and would take them back to Valmont's house when Rochester emerged.
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Post by Rochester on Feb 15, 2009 7:51:52 GMT -5
*Rochester made short order of things, though he did wish to be thorough. Without knowing what sort of adventure they'd be partaking, he grabbed a fine coat, his sword cane and his smelling salts. One never knew what lusty swoons might overtake pretty young things. He hurried back to Valmont with a demonstrative flip of his wrist.*
"Will I do, darling?"
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Post by Valmont on Feb 17, 2009 10:33:57 GMT -5
"No doubt," Valmont murmured dryly. "I should think you'll do very well."
((home again, home again...))
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