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Post by Irene on Jul 26, 2007 22:14:14 GMT -5
((Yeah, but now that Raoul's back...she isn't exactly a player. But there is a certain evil overlord's consort who could do with seducing. ))
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 22:23:23 GMT -5
((Ha. PM me with your plan, if you have one. Oh, and if Raoul's back, Erik's not backing down, babe.))
*Erik frowned.*
"I knew it," *he said darkly.* "He wanted you for himself. Selfish boy! He shan't have you again."
*He rolled her to her back and hovered over her, only the tension in his forearms keeping him from covering her completely.*
"I said he wouldn't find you again if he could not smell himself on you anymore. You are mine."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 22:29:41 GMT -5
*Vianne slid her arms about his neck with a happy little smile.*
"I knew you loved me," *she whispered, kissing him sweetly.* "As I love you."
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Post by Erik on Jul 27, 2007 10:47:43 GMT -5
*Fireworks seemed to go off in his gut. Happy fireworks, but it would take something more for him to be satisfied. She'd kissed him before, but she'd gone away again.*
"Show me," *he growled.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 27, 2007 11:07:51 GMT -5
*Vianne was a little taken aback at Percy's aggressiveness, but she meekly nodded and kissed him again.*
"I'm not sure how to...but I do love you..."
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Post by Erik on Jul 27, 2007 11:56:19 GMT -5
*Erik nuzzled her neck.*
"I think you know very well."
*His hands fumbled at her robe even as he kissed what skin he could find.*
"Show me... let me see... I had a kiss for my birthday, but I used it up, didn't I?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 27, 2007 12:19:49 GMT -5
"Your birthday..." *she chuckled to herself, remembering.*
"You call that a kiss?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 9:08:45 GMT -5
*He'd untied the sash and was skimming his hands between the folds of robe to find her skin.*
"I will call it what you like; only do it again. We cannot outrun the sun for long--and I am easily burnt."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 11:50:09 GMT -5
"Then I will be your shade," *she whispered, shrugging out of the dressing gown and nightshift beneath before reaching for him and sliding her fingers underneath his shirt, pressing her hands against his heartbeat.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 13:28:30 GMT -5
*Her fingers slid with cool fire across his bare skin, and he shrugged himself out of his shirt. For his part, Erik traced her contours with single-minded intensity, basking in this opportunity to have what had always been his at last. He arched against her, a low hum building in his groin.*
"How glad I am no longer to offend your sight," *he crooned.* "I wished to be beautiful, but only for you."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 15:15:23 GMT -5
"You were always beautiful to me," *she said, burying her face in his neck as points of blue-green light shimmered behind her eyelids, her soul afire with the ecstasy of his touch.* "But how I feared you, those first few months!" *Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to speak.* "When I thought I could never be free to be with you..."
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 15:34:12 GMT -5
*Erik warmed to her touch, her words, as if thawing from a long freeze not even Poe's heat could touch. She was kind to say it, even if it weren't true.
He had not always been beautiful.*
"I know," *he assured her.* "I've always known... And here you are now, and all is well, and we will save each other, won't we?"
*He coaxed her to follow him into abandon.*
**FADE OUT** ((?))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 30, 2007 15:38:09 GMT -5
((Thank God. Finally.))
***FADE IN***
*Vianne woke drowsily the next morning, with a fearful headache. She winced, but did not even open her eyes. She felt Percy asleep behind her, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm. She half-smiled to herself and stretched lazily.*
What a nightmare I had...thinking Gerard were alive...
*She shivered at the thought and snuggled closer to her husband.*
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Post by Magda on Jul 30, 2007 15:44:32 GMT -5
((*cues up bad-news trumpet sound*))
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Post by Erik on Jul 30, 2007 16:04:30 GMT -5
((Jeebus, you could have faded any time, girlfriend.))
*His eyelids felt heavy with sleep, so he kept them shut. There was a bundle of warm flesh in his arms, and he recalled with a jolt the heady dreams of last night--which, it seemed, were not dreams at all. He smiled and pulled her closer. She had come back, and he had made her his own, and all was right with the world. Truthfully, she did not smell quite the way he remembered; but then, his sense of smell was likely to alter, with the addition of a nose.*
"Christine," *he whispered, his breath fluttering a lock of hair which had fallen before him. He opened his eyes a bit, to look at it.
It was entirely the wrong color. He sat up.*
"Madame!"
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