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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 12:59:53 GMT -5
"It was," the Princess said, unaware of the Phantom's internal struggle. "He was surprisingly kind and thoughtful for a pirate. I hope to see him again once the ball has ended, though of course I cannot be certain I will." The Princess was beginning to relax at last, her blush fading with the conversation. It was much easier than concentrating on the near-brush of her legs against his as they moved.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 13:07:09 GMT -5
The Phantom watched the retreat of her blush, mourning it a little. "Even a dirty pirate would have to be polite in the presence of a Princess such as yourself," he said, smiling as they made their way around the floor. He wanted to pull the conversation away from the mysterious pirate, but at the same time he wanted more information.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 13:17:10 GMT -5
The Princess's lips curved into a half smile, and her eyes rose to meet the Phantom's from beneath her lashes. "Thank you," she said by the way, "but he was not a dirty pirate at all. Quite polished, actually. His story was that he was fallen from a noble family, and I do believe that he was serious." Despite the gently laughing eyes.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 13:31:32 GMT -5
The Phantom very nearly winced at how she spoke of the pirate. "Did you happen to find out his name?" he asked, acting innocent curiosity. He needed to know, he could at least find out what the costume was and go from there. Once he was satisfied as possible, he would move on. He almost wished he hadn't worn the gloves, but he knew it was necessary, though it meant he couldn't really feel her skin beneath his palms, or the way she moved beneath her dress.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 14:11:10 GMT -5
"Only Jack," the Princess said. "Captain Jack Sparrow, actually," she corrected, lightly mimicking the way Jack had said the words. For now, she was becoming much more comfortable in the Phantom's arms, and the conversation was easy now. Relaxing some, she began to take the time to look at the Phantom, to note the fine cloth of his costume and its excellent cut. "Are you interested in such things as pirates?" she asked.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 14:18:02 GMT -5
"Not usually, but this one seems worthy of notice, if he was intriguing enough to hold your attention," he said, looking around for any sign of a pirate. He soon forced his gaze back to the Princess, "I'm much more interested in Princesses." He grinned and his eyes sparkled as he let her take over his mind, replacing any thought of the pirate, at least for the moment, and convincing himself that he didn't care that she had danced with the pirate.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 14:31:06 GMT -5
The Phantom's grin brought the Princess's eyes up from their exploration. Her gaze paused, a trickle of sensation skittering up her spine. Then her head tilted and she looked curiously into his eyes. It couldn't be, but the sudden resemblance was striking. "What is it that so interests you?" she asked, the words cautious as she watched him.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 14:40:32 GMT -5
"They're so very elegant and pristine," the Phantom said, debating what he would say. "I love to hear the stories they have from behind their castle walls." His eyes glinted, wondering if she would catch the call back to their story exchange. If not, he could always drop more hints, she was sure to learn who he was.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 14:50:25 GMT -5
The Princess's heart stopped in that moment, and the steps of the dance begame automatic. It couldn't be. Her chest constricted, then swelled at the thought, her eyes shining as they searched his. Her mind reached out for any physical clue, but she had never danced with him before, and his hands were gloved. "Should not the Phantom be in his his lakeside lair?" she asked, subtly enough that, if by some chance she were wrong, her partner need not know. Still, her heart pounded in her ears as she awaited his response.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 14:57:54 GMT -5
The Phantom's lips curved, "Perhaps." He pulled her just a little closer, though he still wasn't touching her body, making himself content with the little brushes every few steps, "But then he would not have met his Princess and had this dance." So he would have seen her after, but that was beside the point, it was entirely different being with her in the midst of the excitement of the ball.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 15:04:50 GMT -5
His Princess. Her eyes closed at that, though her body kept the steps, seeking with everything to feel beyond the layers of cloth, to be certain that it was not her hopeful heart playing tricks on her. When she opened her eyes again, they sought those of the man who called himself Phantom. "Am I yours, then?" she asked softly, though she knew the answer.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 15:12:07 GMT -5
The Phantom's eyelids fell low as he bent his head closer to hers, "And I am yours," he said softly, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Surprise, Princess." He pressed his lips lightly to her forehead, his feet moving like clockwork in the dance he had known for so long. When he pulled back he smiled broadly at her, his eyes dancing.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 15:23:04 GMT -5
Her eyes closed again, the threat of tears prickling against the bridge of her nose as his lips met her skin. She continued to dance, each step following her partner's with knowing grace that melted into something more at the knowledge that it was him. She opened her eyes at last, strawberry-red lips curving as she looked beyond the mask, beyond the costume. "Thank you," she murmured. She knew the risks he had taken, and all her thoughts, all her hopes rushed to the fore.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 15:30:07 GMT -5
The Phantom's lips stayed in that broad smile, his own happiness feeding off of hers. "I couldn't let you go to a ball without me," he said, lightly teasing. "You're more beautiful than I could ever have imagined." Now that she knew he wasn't just some creep coming onto her he had to repeat it and he let his eyes wander freely over her.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 15:38:00 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said again. The Princess's blush returned as his gaze swept over her body. "I thought of you while I was making it," she confessed. "That is why it has no sleeves..." She had imagined his touch, imagined his gaze, and craved both.
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