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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 12, 2014 18:42:21 GMT -5
"I haven't eaten since breakfast," she admitted. "Have you got something more substantial first?"
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Post by Silva on Sept 12, 2014 20:08:16 GMT -5
"I'll put a few strawberries in your glass. They're very good," he said, still coyly facetious -- there was real food to be had, if she'd stick around. "What have you been doing all day, my dear?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 12, 2014 20:11:00 GMT -5
Nina's consciousness thought of herself as pathetically lovesick, but she gave him a very pained expression at the comment about strawberries.
"You wouldn't be interested to hear that."
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Post by Silva on Sept 12, 2014 21:41:54 GMT -5
"Please, please -- do tell, I'm listening."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 12, 2014 21:44:08 GMT -5
"...I'm avoid everyone else on the island and staying on the beach, because I had a confrontation with another girl this morning. Really, Raoul, you wouldn't want to hear about it."
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Post by Silva on Sept 12, 2014 22:03:53 GMT -5
A furrowed line appeared between his brows, but he still looked more or less solicitous. "Mmph, fine. A lady must be allowed some secrets. As far as your meal is concerned -- if you'll allow me a moment, all will be provided for," he said, giving her an indulgently avuncular squeeze and drifting in the direction of a plate of figs atop the bar. (It destroyed the impression of a chance reunion, though it couldn't be worse than the admission of how he'd found her.)
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 12, 2014 22:09:59 GMT -5
Nina tried to keep her behavior elegant, if not demure, but both a hint of shy pleasure and a hint of smug pleasure found their way into her expression when she saw the fruit plate and the revelation that he had carefully selected these things for her.
"You were always good at wooing," she said, seating herself on the bar and selecting the second-best fig after obviously delighted scrutiny. "A 'love them and leave them' type, I think, as we've already discussed. And experienced."
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Post by Silva on Sept 12, 2014 23:18:39 GMT -5
There was also honey and brie, and (slightly less suggestively) rolled prosciutto, but Silva promptly got right down to business fingering apart ripe fruit.
"It's my curse. I am a well-traveled man." He gave the thinnest slash of a crooked smile, and started in on a fig, held apart with blunt fingertips.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 12, 2014 23:20:46 GMT -5
Nina kept her eyes lowered and ate gratefully, looking as though she'd quickly made herself at home on her estranged older boyfriend's yacht, after knowing him now for a week and then being apart from him for just as long after a horrible fight. But through the blond fan of eyelashes it was occasionally easy to deduce that she was watching him suggestively eat a fig and enjoying what she was seeing.
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Post by Silva on Sept 13, 2014 15:52:00 GMT -5
It was a very involved process, undertaken at length and with great care to be sure Nina could see.
"Mm. Have you done any traveling while I've been away?" Silva said, innocently.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 13, 2014 22:32:36 GMT -5
"Only as far as Staten Island."
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Post by Silva on Sept 13, 2014 22:35:19 GMT -5
Silva raised his eyebrows, pausing with his tongue still buried in moist flesh.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 13, 2014 22:39:12 GMT -5
((subtle, subtle))
Nina lifted her own in equal innocence.
"To see my friend Dr. Connors, of course."
How would Silva react if she told him of the heartrate-increasing encounters they'd had together - or of the fact that so far, Curt had backed down from each of them? For a moment with brazen vanity she thought he could hardly tell her she wasn't desirable enough for him. Nina was young and healthy and attractive by conventional standards, and she was certain Curt did want her. For an instant she wanted to tell Silva, so that Silva could shine some light on Curt's behavior - why someone who was obviously attracted to her to at least some degree refused her.
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Post by Silva on Sept 14, 2014 0:32:57 GMT -5
"Well, well. And you had a good time there?"
Silva started in on the prosciutto, which was not so innocuously non-sexual after all either.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 14, 2014 0:50:42 GMT -5
"Of course I did," she said, mildly affronted. Was this an opening to tell him they had kissed? She took a breath. "You didn't expect me to mourn you like a widow, did you?"
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