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Post by Silva on Sept 18, 2014 16:47:48 GMT -5
His laugh was completely filthy, so close to her young ear.
"Good, good."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 18, 2014 16:48:53 GMT -5
"Do you still want champagne?"
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Post by Silva on Sept 18, 2014 16:49:45 GMT -5
"Now, or later?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 18, 2014 17:00:40 GMT -5
"What do you want now?"
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Post by Silva on Sept 18, 2014 18:03:15 GMT -5
"Oh, you wouldn't make an old man beg, would you--"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 18, 2014 18:49:37 GMT -5
"Yes, I would," said Nina with rich laughter, utterly sincere. The image of Silva begging was priceless. She wondered if he would do it on his knees.
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Post by Silva on Sept 19, 2014 0:26:40 GMT -5
"That's what I love so very much about you."
He released her finally, reluctance well-buried beneath more lewd laughter.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 19, 2014 0:34:40 GMT -5
Nina was absurdly grateful to have her injured shoulder and wrist to attend to and wince about and rub, so that she could put herself into doing so very obviously and hide the little tremulous flutters passing through her like a shockwave at his use of the word 'love'. She swallowed the desire to kiss him and kiss him and use the word right back at him. It had been used in an innocuous context and he seemed to have only carnal things on his mind. It should have been a sobering moment to be reminded of how far gone she was and how little basis in reality her feelings had, but instead she was high over the moon and now leaning back and rubbing against him like a swooning feline. What a pair of lions they were!
"I might beg you first, if you keep that up."
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Post by Silva on Sept 20, 2014 17:40:23 GMT -5
Silva rose up, swatting her on the rear.
"How much energy you young people seem to have. Truly remarkable."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 20, 2014 17:49:08 GMT -5
Nina would have gasped, but she seemed to have swallowed the noise as she made it, sucking down air in brief shock.
"Come on, Raoul," she teased, looking up at him good-naturedly, "you were young once."
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Post by Silva on Sept 20, 2014 18:42:17 GMT -5
"Long, long ago," he sighed, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. "Would you like a hand?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 20, 2014 18:49:08 GMT -5
She shook her head and stood on her own. She hadn't realized how much they had put into the fighting until this moment - now the adrenaline was leaving her body, leaving her a little weak and feeling a little bit needy.
She came over to him and slipped her trembling arms around his waist.
"I like you better now," she said, and when her chin was on his shoulder, added in a murmur, "as you were probably that much more unbearable twenty years ago..."
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Post by Silva on Sept 21, 2014 13:50:42 GMT -5
"And now I am considerably more experienced."
This was a little too grim to be leering, but let her take it that way if she would; Silva leaned against her, rubbing a stiff hand in a small circle against her back.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Sept 21, 2014 18:01:04 GMT -5
Nina slid her hand inside his blazer, shutting her eyes and pressing closer.
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Post by Silva on Sept 21, 2014 23:33:49 GMT -5
"Wouldn't you like to put on something more comfortable?" He moved down to playing around with the elastic edge of her bathing suit, creeping underneath the cloth on her taut young leg.
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