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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 21:47:19 GMT -5
Dahlia's hips swayed, purposefully inviting, as she led the way into Emilian's living room. She paused to admire the antique furnishings before settling on one end of the sofa, one leg crossing high on the opposite thigh so that her skirt rode up temptingly. In her experience, men spoke much more freely when they were distracted.
She smiled, an innocent curving of lips and showing of teeth belied by the gleam in her jade-green eyes. "Sit with me," she purred, patting the cushion beside her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 24, 2008 21:52:32 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes sparkled with interest when he watched her, unable to keep his eyes from glancing at her thighs. He sat down beside her, facing her with one leg bent on the couch. "So where are you going to start? The fight, or Savannah?" He smiled, willing to talk about either one, she just had to ask the right questions to get the answers she wanted. He had a feeling that finding the right questions wouldn't be a problem for her though.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 21:57:09 GMT -5
Dahlia's smile didn't fade as she leaned slightly toward him, one hand reaching to pluck at an imaginary bit of lint on his shirt. "I want to start with you," she said. "Just a little background, to set the scene, hm?" She glanced out at the room, but brought her gaze quickly back to Emilian, giving him her full attention. "Are you from a wealthy family?" she asked. "You have such exquisite taste." As though realizing what she'd said, that mischievous smirk reappeared.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 24, 2008 22:01:55 GMT -5
Emilian watched her, understanding in some part of him that she was just doing those things to get him to talk, and truthfully, he didn't care, he liked the attention. He bowed his head slightly in thanks to her comment about his taste, the gesture serving to hide his own grin. "Yes, my family was very wealthy in Russia, and when they moved here they brought it with them," he said when he looked back up at her.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 22:06:50 GMT -5
"Mmm," Dahlia hummed, as though so entranced by his words that she needed to think to gather another question. "Were you always friends with Michael?" she asked, and before he could make the connection that perhaps she knew a bit too much, she uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them, her upper body shifting toward him in the process. "Tell me?" she pleaded, silently begging him to give her more than she'd asked, to save them both the effort of the asking.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 6:04:55 GMT -5
It was the first time Emilian had thought about Michael in a while, possibly since Michael had walked in on him and Adara that one day. A smile came over his face as the memory played out quickly in his mind. "Yes," he answered, his eyes falling from her face for just a second when she leaned forward before returning to hers. "Our families are close, I stayed with him quite often."
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 8:35:48 GMT -5
Dahlia smiled sweetly, though her eyes glittered with annoyance. So he was really going to make her drag it out of him? "That's it?" she asked. "I thought I'd heard the two of you were friends." Dahlia sat back, retracting the physical nearness she'd been baiting him with. If he wasn't going to cooperate, she'd punish him, ever so slightly.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 15:42:42 GMT -5
"What else is there?" Emilian asked, his eyes matching hers when she pulled away. "We were friends, we were close. Perhaps not as close as I may have wanted, but close nonetheless." He put his elbow on the back of the couch and propped his head on his hand. "We had a bit of a falling out," he said pointedly. He didn't think that Michael would refuse to speak to him, but what had happened had put a rift between them and their relationship would never be the same.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 17:16:46 GMT -5
"Oh, that's too bad," Dahlia said, shifting toward him again. She gave him a look full of commiseration. "Unrequited love can be so trying." Not that she knew. And before he could argue, she went on. "But I've heard that you've moved on. Is she even worth mentioning, or would you rather talk about...Savannah, was it? She must be something to make you...lose control." Dahlia's lips curved, implying that loss of control was a highly desirable state, at least in her book.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 17:28:29 GMT -5
Emilian opened his mouth to say something back to her about Michael, but was stopped before he had the chance. "Loosing control had nothing to do with it, it was more the desire for total control," he said, "Showing her that she had no control over what was going on, even though, to give her credit, she did give a valiant effort." His eyes glinted, he didn't regret it, some would think him horrible for that fact alone. There was no reason to regret it.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 17:39:30 GMT -5
"Did she? Were you rough with her, Emilian? Did it make you feel powerful?" Dahlia's voice was eager, almost breathless as she leaned closer, silently urging him. "Tell me everything," she purred. One hand had found his chest, but her eyes stayed on his, grounding him to her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 17:55:48 GMT -5
Dahlia's words stroked Emilian's ego, and the corner of his lips turned up. "She was convinced she could push me away. She had made me mad before, my first day up at the school, and so it was quite wonderful to be so....thorough. Do you have any idea how invigorating it is to see someone so afraid of you?" It was his sadism shining through, and it showed in his eyes as the memory of her scared tears flashed though his mind.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 18:01:45 GMT -5
Dahlia gave a low chuckle, deep in her throat. He had no idea. "You'd do it again, wouldn't you?" she asked. "Where did you do it? Was it in a corridor? The Common Room? Did you take her in the Forbidden Forest?" Her hand slipped against him, letting him slip into whatever vicious dream he wanted, so long as she got her details.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 18:09:36 GMT -5
"I wouldn't do it again," Emilian said, letting his hand fall to her knee, almost without thinking. Adara was still forgotten, he hadn't met someone so willing to help his ego as Dahlia, and he ate up the attention. "To her, I've proven my point to her, I don't need to do it again. I met up with her in the owlery. The corridors would have been idiotic, and I was a Gryffindor, so the Common Room wasn't a possibility." The words where to the point, even if his voice was distracted.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 18:18:49 GMT -5
Idiotic. Her pride was just sensitive enough to apply his barb to her questions. "Well, you never know about these things, and it's not like anyone talks about it," Dahlia said, a bit more waspishly than she meant to. She inhaled deeply to ground herself, then put on that cloying smile again and renewed her attention to Emilian. "I didn't mean again again," she clarified. "What I meant was, put back in that...owlery...knowing what you do now, with Savannah challenging you, the heat in your veins...would you do it again?"
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