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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 11, 2008 14:08:14 GMT -5
*She nodded, catching her breath, with her own face covered in sweat*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 11, 2008 14:32:01 GMT -5
He tossed the whip aside and stood behind her, admiring his work, reaching out to run his hand over the painful welts.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 11, 2008 15:08:39 GMT -5
*She winced at first, then smiled at his touch*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 12, 2008 11:59:39 GMT -5
The Comte quirked an eyebrow.
"What was that, on your face just now?"
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 12, 2008 16:49:09 GMT -5
*She blushed*
"I have fun with you, sir."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 13, 2008 21:31:03 GMT -5
"Do you?" He sounded rather amused and stepped forward, pressing his weight against her back.
"It's so very very rare to catch a fresh flower like you who actually enjoys my little games. You must let me know if there is anything you wish ever to experience, any little whim at all, and I will do my best to accommodate."
Morangias smirked and stroked his hand slowly up her side, all the way up along her arms and undid just one of the shackles.
"Tell me, have you heard of the Beast of Gavaudan?"
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 13, 2008 21:35:27 GMT -5
"Never."
*She tilted her head towards the rack of 'devices'*
"Is it one of those things?"
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 13, 2008 21:38:10 GMT -5
"Oh no. The beast is just that--a creature. A terrible predator that stalks the Catacombs and on rare occasion, the streets. A real monster."
He grinned and stroked his strong hand along her freed arm, then curled his own arm around her waist and leaned against her--his lust quite apparent--and kissed her ear.
"And it is under my control. Would you like to see?"
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 13, 2008 21:40:29 GMT -5
*It was the first time he'd kissed her, Johanna noted. But she still paid attention*
"Under your control...did you send it to hurt people?"
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 13, 2008 21:46:43 GMT -5
"In Gavaudan, the beast and I were both used by my superiors in rather unsavory ways. Here in Paris, it...takes care of my enemies, but has yet to actually kill anyone at my command." Of course, when it roamed free in the Catacombs, he had no responsibility for what it did, he felt.
And he knew for certain that it had killed, because it always dragged its prey back to its resting cage.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 13, 2008 21:48:33 GMT -5
*Johanna's mind quickley worked out a way to reconcile this. It was bad, but if he hadn't been the one at fault...she could live with a libertine, but couldn't forgive herself for living with someone who was evil.*
"Is it- is it safe for me to see?"
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 13, 2008 21:53:12 GMT -5
"Of course. If nothing else, you have enough of my scent on you by now to keep him at bay." He chuckled, kissed her neck, and reached up to free her other hand, then bent to release her feet.
"Can you walk well enough, Johanna?"
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 13, 2008 21:54:19 GMT -5
"I think so."
*She rubbed a spot on her back*
"Where is it?"
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 13, 2008 21:59:51 GMT -5
"There's no direct connection from inside the house, but it is below. We'll have to go out and over to the next street to get down."
He smirked and retrieved her clothes for her, waited for her to dress and the offered his arm.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 14, 2008 10:58:47 GMT -5
*Pulling on her dress, she took his hand. She couldn't help feeling a bit excited- it wasn't every day you got to see a monster.*
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