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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 15:47:25 GMT -5
The Phantom's eyes trailed over her bare shoulders before heading up to her cheeks, the blush making his blood burn. "It is perfect," he said when he finally met her eyes again. "And here I am in gloves, can't feel a thing." Not directly anyway, and he knew he couldn't take them off. The chance of someone seeing his hand and telling the Headmistress was too great, he wasn't willing to risk it.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 15:55:49 GMT -5
"Certainly you can feel something," the Princess said coyly. She let the possible meanings behind those words settle in the air between them a moment, the blush spreading across her cheeks again. "Am I still forbidden from kissing any boys at the ball?" she asked, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 16:04:11 GMT -5
The Phantom smirked, "Boys, yes, but the Phantom is no boy, is he?" He changed the dance, bringing her hand up to his other shoulder and putting his arm around her waist. It still wasn't exactly a contemporary dance, but it did allow him to pull her closer. He tilted his head down, meeting her eyes and silently begging her to kiss him.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 16:16:45 GMT -5
The Princess's lips curved knowingly. "No, he is not," she agreed, her hands sliding back over his shoulders as she stretched the short distance to kiss him. She was ecstatic, and it showed in the warm press of her lips, the sudden press of her fingers against his coat. The motion of her feet still followed his, but her concentration was most definitely elsewhere.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 16:24:04 GMT -5
The Phantom went eagerly into the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against hers. His blood rushed both with the feel of her and the knowledge that he shouldn't be there. He bent down, letting his hands wander a little lower, smoothing over one of her rounder attributes and grinning broadly into the kiss as he did so. Even if someone saw, what did it matter? They wouldn't know who they were.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 16:31:21 GMT -5
The Princess chuckled against her Phantom's lips, but made no move to escape his lascivious clutches. Rather, she pressed herself closer to him, enjoying the game too thoroughly to recall that they were in a room full of people. The layers of frothy silk that made up the skirt of her dress gave easily at the pressure of his hands, but there were so many that it seemed easier to simply bring the front of her body flush to his. Of course, then the layers of shirt, waistcoat and coat were in the way, distracting.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 16:39:40 GMT -5
The boundary of clothes was barely enough to aggravate him, happy as he was to simply have her in his arms, dancing with her for the first time, kissing her. She sounds perfect for you. Pandora's words came to his mind and he pushed them away, knowing how true they were and at the same time refusing to give it thought.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 16:49:10 GMT -5
The Princess did not pull away until she was dizzy from the kiss and her feet threatened to refuse to move another step. Eyes, wide but hazy, looked up beyong the Phantom's mask, and her lips curved again as she pulled deep, bracing breaths, busom rising and falling heavily with the effort. "I am glad you came," she said breathlessly, one hand abandoning the Phantom's shoulder to smooth against the smooth plane of his exposed cheek, needing the direct contact, as small as it was.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 16:55:11 GMT -5
The Phantom's eyes narrowed slightly and his lips parted slightly, his eyes glued to the rise and fall of her chest. "I came so close to telling you," he said, trying and failing to pull his eyes up. "When you told me what you were wearing." What could he say? He was an addict, plain and simple, he couldn't stop his eyes, not when faced with something like the movement at the top of her dress.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 17:02:20 GMT -5
The Princess had no trouble guessing the direction of the Phantom's gaze, and her skin warmed, flushed at the attention. It did nothing for the breathlessness. "I am glad that I told you, then," she managed to say. And she was glad that she had altered her costume as she had, if it caused such a reaction. Her blood felt as though it were laced with fire simply from watching him watch her.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 17:08:58 GMT -5
The Phantom told himself over and over that he couldn't touch her there, that he couldn't let his lips wander that far the next time they kissed, as long as they were on the floor and around people. He tore his gaze up to her eyes for long enough to speak, "Me too, I didn't care to have to search you out," he said, his eyes falling down again. They darted back up, a silent apology for not having control over them, but were soon right back where they started.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 17:22:55 GMT -5
The Phantom's silent apology sent the Princess's lips curving. "It is hot inside," she observed, handing him the excuse he so obviously needed. "A walk in the gardens would be lovely." Her hand smoothed down his cheek to the line of his collar, a subtle invitation that she was certain was unneccessary.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 17:32:54 GMT -5
The Phantom smiled at her, able to pull his eyes away at the promise of her hand and words. "Lead the way, my Princess," he said, breaking contact and linking arms with her. His eyes went around the dance floor, a strange feeling coming over him. The people had no idea that he was with them, had no idea what he was stealing away to the gardens to do.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 17:40:29 GMT -5
For the second time that night, the Princess headed for the doors to the gardens with her hand on the arm of an attractive male. This time, however, her intentions were entirely different.
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