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Post by Nina Fortner on Jan 30, 2015 2:02:13 GMT -5
She couldn't keep the edge of a smile off the corner of her lips, but it was not her sweetest smile. "Oh, I see. You're jealous."
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Post by Silva on Jan 30, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -5
"I'm only curious! With his attributes, he must be a saint."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Jan 30, 2015 2:12:01 GMT -5
"A monk, at least," she conceded. She was looking around for something to wear other than putting her swimsuit on.
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Post by Silva on Jan 30, 2015 2:16:31 GMT -5
He noticed her glancing around, and it took him a moment to interpret it correctly, looking for something to put on and not checking for a threat.
"Would a robe suit you, or would you prefer something more substantial? I'm sure anything would suit you, Nina, but truly."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Jan 30, 2015 2:22:11 GMT -5
She looked up at him in surprise.
"Well, a robe, perhaps, if you have something that isn't too long for me."
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Post by Silva on Jan 30, 2015 14:13:23 GMT -5
He made a show of getting up to pull through the narrow wardrobe built into the cabin wall.
"Now, what do I have for you here -- hmm --"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Jan 30, 2015 23:44:16 GMT -5
She peered around him, in real interest in his wardrobe.
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Post by Silva on Jan 31, 2015 19:45:22 GMT -5
(He'd quite obviously picked a few things out for her in advance, though one could equally easily have concluded they were another mistress' things and that any moment Nina would notice Silva kept a lot of spare toothbrushes around. The selection included an appealingly demure woman's robe in dove gray silk and a few other pieces of jaw-dropping lingerie.)
"And of course, you're welcome to anything of mine you might have formed an attachment to."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Feb 2, 2015 3:00:38 GMT -5
She was mildly suspicious about the origins of these women's things - the only alternative was to follow to the logical conclusion and feel threatened, unimportant.
It was far too hot to wear a suit or any trousers at all, but there was a dress or two in there as well. With no care for her nakedness she approached the wardrobe and took her time deciding.
"What would you rather see me in?" she mused.
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Post by Silva on Feb 12, 2015 23:31:43 GMT -5
"Oh, I can't answer that with a clean conscience. But blue suits you," he said brightly, plucking at a silky dress with a reasonable neckline.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Feb 13, 2015 0:22:44 GMT -5
Her brain flashed to images she wasn't even certain where, in her wholesome and nearly sexless life, she'd seen, with a pondering sense that they did not repulse her. The dress he was handing her would have left her speechless were she not already reticent. It was clearly something expensive, something she wouldn't otherwise feel comfortable wearing, but she couldn't let him see the uncomfortable virgin coed, not now. She put it on with ease.
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Post by Silva on Feb 13, 2015 9:40:21 GMT -5
Silva retrieved fresh boxers and a robe of his own that made him look like an utter degenerate, though it didn't have to do a lot of work to achieve it.
"I trust you're pleased?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Feb 13, 2015 15:16:39 GMT -5
She perched herself on his bare knee, a hand pressed to his chest. His hair was still damp from sweat; perhaps it should have repelled her, but she nodded in response, and buried her face against his throat, to breathe in the scent of him. He seemed to her all things vital, a hammering pulse and heavy breathing and the experiencing of life to the fullest. A candle burning a both ends that had lasted many nights longer than anyone could have predicted, grown bold and cocky with the knowledge.
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Post by Silva on Feb 13, 2015 17:15:27 GMT -5
He smoothed her skirts out over her lap and his own, consciously caressing. What a parcel of life she was. How long since he'd been like this, unmarked?
It didn't matter, when the heel of his hand fit pretty nicely for a moment between her legs.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Feb 13, 2015 17:23:14 GMT -5
She couldn't hold back the noise she made; she hadn't seen his touch coming.
"Now Raoul," she murmured into his hair.
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