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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:21:12 GMT -5
*She laughed softly.*
"Oh, I don't... I really don't mind. Anything with ten fingers and toes is fine by me."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:24:07 GMT -5
*He gave a little laugh*
"Me, too. It'll be a bit of planning, but I'm already looking forward to it."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:25:39 GMT -5
"I'm glad you're happy." *She said honestly, smiling just a little at him.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:28:44 GMT -5
*He kissed her again*
"It's thanks to you."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:29:31 GMT -5
*She gently kissed back, laying a small hand on his chest.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:34:13 GMT -5
*The kiss lasted a bit longer, his arms encircling her waist*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:40:22 GMT -5
*Suddenly there was a feeling in her stomach, one long-forgotten and long-suppressed... wanting. She had little butterflies fluttering around her belly, and she doubted the baby was kicking yet. She pressed herself further into his arms, wanting to keep the safe, warm feeling they gave her--a feeling she had too long been denied.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:45:46 GMT -5
*He held her close, kissing her forehead, her lips, her cheek, down her neck. Slowly, gently. There was no rush*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 17:50:46 GMT -5
*Marianne's breath hitched and she wasn't entirely sure she wasn't about to start crying. For once, someone wasn't forcing himself on her, or frightening her--and she relished his presence and his attentions with a delight that surprised even herself.*
*For once, she didn't feel like an object; she wasn't a punching bag or plaything.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 18:02:43 GMT -5
"Marianne," he sighed.
He started pulling out the pins that kept her hair up, eventually allowing her hair to fall to her shoulders in waves. Marc combed his fingers through her hair, letting the soft strands fall. He went back to kissing her neck, sliding her sleeves off so that he could he could reach her bare shoulders*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 18:10:44 GMT -5
*She tentatively moved her fingers to begin removing his cravat, working inexperiencedly at the unfamiliar knot. Her heart rate sped and a warmth spread throughout her whole stomach; her stomach felt like it had floated to somewhere in the region of her throat; her breathing was erratic.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 18:24:42 GMT -5
*Marc started loosening her dress, still moving at a slow pace. Bit by bit, removing the barriers to her skin. Every touch gentle, as though to erase the memory of her harsh treatment at the hands of others. To wipe away the pain*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 18:27:51 GMT -5
*She unbuttoned his waistcoat and untied the tie of his shirt, untucking it so that she could place her hands on his warm chest. She wanted to learn every inch of him, she decided. And she didn't love him yet... but right now, she felt as if she could learn to.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 18:36:44 GMT -5
*He shrugged his shirt the rest of the way off, as now it was merely in the way and not covering much in the first place. His fingers trailed along her skin, leaving caresses and goosebumps in their wake*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 18:45:46 GMT -5
*Suddenly, she clung to his bare chest for a moment before beginning to litter kisses on him. Her attention didn't last long before she was drawn back to his mouth again.*
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