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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 20:01:58 GMT -5
Vianna whimpered slightly, yet pleaded with her lips for him to continue. She knew deep down this was not the place for what was happening and that she should regain some control but she didn't want to stop. Passion that had been entrapped inside her for all those years was finally being released, being allowed to flow freely once again. Vianna knew already that once tomorrow came, she would be slightly different. She would still possess that coolness she was renown for, yet she was willing to look at things a little differently. She had this man to thank for that and although the urge called to her to find out who he was, who could do this to her, she resisted. Names would cause problems and Vianna could do without any of those for a while.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 20:19:28 GMT -5
His hand tightened further at Vianna's whimper, drawing the soft, nearly inauduble sound of threads giving at her waist. His muscled arms and shoulders were tightly drawn, the energy behind them leashed as he focused the tension into a dizzying kiss. His hook twisted lightly, then disentangled from Vianna's hair only to smooth against her cheek, then down the slope of her neck, her throat, trying her control, tempting her to break.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 7, 2008 20:32:49 GMT -5
Vianna tore her mouth from his as she felt his hook make it's journey downwards. Looking up at him, her eyes spoke a silent acknowledgement of what could happen between them. Sliding her hands down to his lapels, she pulled them towards her as she began to walk backwards, leading him away from the path, away from any prying eyes that may be around. She was glad of his hand on her waist, she was sure if it hadn't been there, she would easily fall. Although it had only been a few seconds to get somewhere a little more discreet, Vianna was impatient for Hook's lips to meet hers again. Her hands still wrapped in his jacket, she pulled him close to her and raised her mouth to his, impatient for his kisses.
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Post by Hook on Jun 7, 2008 20:46:05 GMT -5
A low groan rumbled from the depths of his throat at the need and intensity Vianna was radiating. His mouth took hers hungrily, and his hand released its frothy prize of cloth to spread against the dip of her back, pulling her body tight against his. The kiss was filled with desperation, with repressed longings and newly awakened desires as his hook caught at the neckline of her gown and paused, desire still waging war with caution in what was left of his mind.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 8, 2008 7:18:48 GMT -5
The coldness of steel against Vianna's skin was far in contrast from the heat that was flowing through her veins. Arching her back she allowed herself to be pressed against Hook, her hands crushed against his chest, her nails digging into his clothes. A woman who had been rational and calm not so long ago had now become passionate and frivolous, any sensible thoughts were now long gone, overcome with lust for this man. Her tongue sought his as she allowed the kiss to deepen, a thousand tremors running through her body. She had lost all control and was enjoying every minute of it.
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Post by Hook on Jun 8, 2008 13:56:45 GMT -5
Vianna's acquiescence was a drug to his system. His control cracked, that one crack widening, opening others as he kissed her, as he pulled her flush against his body and gave in. They came together in a maelstrom of fire, of mutually repressed desires finally unleashed. There was no thought of consequence, no thought at all but satisfying their thirst for one another. They ended in a blast of light, of blinding pleasure and soul-shaking relief.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 8, 2008 14:11:23 GMT -5
Vianna was sat on the grass, her heart racing at full steam, unsurprising seeing what had happened. Rearranging her dress and making sure her mask was still secure, she looked over to Hook, his own clothes slightly dishevelled. She couldn't believe what she had just done with this man, yet she was glad she had, even if it was to be for just tonight. "How do I look?" She asked Hook, not expecting a straight answer.
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Post by Hook on Jun 8, 2008 14:32:04 GMT -5
Hook's lips curved into a somewhat wolfish smile, the resulting gleam in his eyes nearly demonic. "Exquisite," he said simply. His heart was pounding, blood racing through his veins as he looked at Vianna. A curl had worked its way loose from her artfully arranged coiffure, and he reached out, his left hand smoothing it back into place, the elaborately engraved ring on his little finger winking in the light.
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Post by Vianna on Jun 8, 2008 14:50:16 GMT -5
Vianna couldn't help but notice the ring as he swept back her hair. Her heart jolted as she came to realise who Hook actually was. How she hadn't of guessed previously, she couldn't be sure, but now she knew, things were different. Should she say something? Should she let him know who she was also? She smiled at him softly as he stroked her hair, deciding that for tonight she would keep her secret. Tomorrow she would decide what to do.
"I'm rather thirsty now." She said quietly, trying to stay in character and not reform back to her usual behaviour. "Shall we go get a drink?"
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Post by Hook on Jun 8, 2008 15:10:46 GMT -5
"Let us go," Hook said, smoothing his coat as he stood, then offering his hand to assist Vianna. He was still too much in shock from all that had happened to truly wonder, but the thought was there, waiting in the shadows of his mind for him to notice. Who was she?
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Post by Vianna on Jun 8, 2008 15:30:44 GMT -5
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