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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 16:49:55 GMT -5
Hook's eyes gleamed ever slightly at Vianna's comment. "And what is it you want?" he asked, his voice low with the question. He shifted closer to Vianna, her skirts brushing over his boots with the motion, and raised his hook, brushing the cool metal lightly against the edge of her jaw.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 17:00:03 GMT -5
Vianna looked up into Hook's face yet avoided his eyes, keeping her focus trained on a stray curl that had fallen across his brow. "I.." She began, her voice betraying her for a moment. "There are many things I want. And many I cannot have." She could feel the coolness of steel against her face and it sent a small tremor down her spine.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 17:08:09 GMT -5
The shiver he felt skate through Vianna at his touch sent a shock of awareness through Hook's body. It had been a game, nothing more, a chance to play a part, something he hadn't done in years. But suddenly, with her indecision, he realized how very real it was quickly becoming. That awareness shone in the depths of his eyes and the pause of his hook against her skin. He moved it, brought it to lift one delicate curl, and watched the motion as though entranced.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 17:18:19 GMT -5
She felt him pause then felt his eyes burn into her as he played with her hair. Vianna swallowed as she glanced downwards. She didn't trust herself to look into his eyes just yet if at all. She couldn't think of what to say, her usually reliable mind letting her down at probably her most crucial point. Her dress felt restrictive, confining her to the spot. She couldn't have moved, even if she had wanted to. She was imprisoned by Hook's touch.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 17:26:11 GMT -5
She neither looked at him nor puled away, and Hook, though he was no longer that character in his mind, felt inexplicably drawn to more than the simple curious caress he gave her. He had sworn off women some time ago, years ago, and with one mindless exception had held to his vow. But now, his mind was aware, painfully aware, of all that might occur, and still, he could not pull away. He wondered. Why not tonight?
His hook smoothed her hair back into place, and his left hand rose, drawing Vianna's chin up, tilting her face to his. Forget-me-not blue eyes searched hers, considering, wanting, but not yet daring.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 17:42:06 GMT -5
As her chin lifted, Vianna's eyes met Hook's. She didn't recognise the blue intensity of them and worried briefly who they belonged to. He certainly was no student, she could be sure of that, yet she resisted the urge to look deeper in them. Her lips parted slightly, unsure of what step to take next. If there was a time to back out, then this was that time, yet Vianna couldn't. Her body refused to move and deep down, she didn't want to. This was her one chance to take for once, what she wanted, with no consequences. She leant towards him slightly, her eyes closing as she moved not stopping til she could feel his lips against her own.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 17:51:50 GMT -5
The decision was taken from him in the first, luscious moment her mouth met his. The soft warmth was electric, and his lips parted, coaxing, letting go of all doubt for the moment, for this moment. He was no longer Hook, no longer himself, but only a man in the glowing light as his stepped closer, until his body nearly touched hers. His hand shifted, lighting on her waist, firm against her as he teetered on the edge of control.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 18:14:12 GMT -5
Vianna gave in to the kiss. She couldn't help herself. It had been so long and after all she was a woman, and she had natural urges like most women of her age. She had just chosen to ignore them over the years. She could feel his hand on her waist, she wasn't sure if he drew her too him, or if she pushed herself towards him, yet soon she felt their bodies meet. The corset part of her dress felt tighter as her breathing deepened. This man was intense, sending waves of excitement through Vianna as their kiss deepened. She lifted a hand to his cheek, cupping his face as she continued to kiss him. All thoughts and worries she had previously left her mind, all she could think of now, was the man she was with.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 18:27:28 GMT -5
He inhaled sharply at the sudden press of her body against his, and his hand tightened, fingers tightening into the froth of fabric at her waist, seeking some way to ground himself and knowing how futile it was. She tasted of forbidden delights, and he could feel the release of tension as she gave in, even as his own tension grew, threatening to suffocate as he plundered the depths of her mouth.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 18:37:25 GMT -5
Vianna pulled back from him, her lips damp and puffy from their kissing. She gazed up at him, wondering who he was, yet not wanting to know, not wanting to spoil this moment they were having. Her lips moved as if she was about to say something, yet no sound came from them. Her eyes quizzed him, silently asking what was happening, wondering if he had any answers to her questions. Questions she couldn't voice.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 18:50:37 GMT -5
His eyes searched hers, the woman known only to him as Vianna, and saw her questions, reflected them back in the shining blue of his own. What were they doing here? What was he doing, and wasn't the risk just as great with masks as without? His gaze dropped to Vianna's mouth, tempted anew by her glistening red lips. "We shouldn't," he said softly, though there was no emphasis behind the words, nothing to say that he believed them.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 19:05:20 GMT -5
"I know." Vianna said, her voice barely a whisper. "But were we not saying, if given the chance we should take it?" She raised an eyebrow, unsure where this sudden spurt of confidence came from. "This could be our only chance." Vianna looked back at him, almost daring him to walk away from her. She wanted to kiss him again quite badly, yet here she was giving him the choice. She had taken back some control, but Vianna was willing to give it up again, just for tonight. She had made her intentions clear and she guessed he was a man intelligent enough to realise that. If he walked away, she would return to the ball and forget about what had happened. If he didn't, then who knew what would occur.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 19:20:29 GMT -5
It was their only chance. Reality encroached, threatened, yet it could not wholly intrude. He would not allow it. Tonight was a fantasy, and though he was too old, too knowledgeable by far to believe in such things, it called to the hopeful young man buried deep beneath the scars. Tonight was their chance; tonight was his chance. "Kiss me, then," he murmured, bringing his lips barely a breath from Vianna's. "For tonight, be mine."
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 19:32:03 GMT -5
They were the words Vianna wanted to hear. All sense of reality and control left her as she leant forward to do as he commanded. As her lips met his, she gasped involuntarily as the heat passed between them. It was irrational behaviour, yet Vianna felt wanton. She wanted this, her body was yearning for him and all she could do was give in. Tonight was their night. She had no idea who he was, but the thought alone made it all the more exciting. With her hand around his neck, her fingers wrapped themselves in his luscious curls, her lashes fluttering against his cheek as they kissed. Her lips were on fire, the music from the ball waning as she lost herself in him.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 19:52:39 GMT -5
He tensed, the wall of desire crashing over him so quickly that it was all he could do to remain sane. His hand crushed the fine cloth of her dress as his lips parted, as he surged into the honeyed depths of her mouth to plunder, to ravage and sate himself, a hopeless task. His hook caught on one delicate curl, and his arm froze, the danger suddenly apparent, though he could not seem to regret it.
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