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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 20:01:12 GMT -5
The Princess' moving chest was too much to resist, and the Phantom's lips trailed farther down, moving eagerly, almost desperately over the expanse of skin. It felt almost as though it were his first time touching her, the intensity was there just as much as it had been that first day he had kissed her, then again the day in the Room of Requirement.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 20:10:21 GMT -5
The edges of the world were fading as the Princess struggled to draw enough air into her lungs, but she refused to give in, refused to leave this moment where he wanted her so badly, where somehow she knew that her body was, perhaps, only a representation of more. His name escaped her lips in a gasp, and her hand at the back of his head fluttered even as the other sought some opening to his jacket, his waistcoat, some sign that she needed more.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 20:18:21 GMT -5
If he wasn't so lost to the sensations, the Phantom would have noticed, would have noticed that she needed air and would have helped her. But all he could focus on was that burning need to take in that heaving expanse as thoroughly as possible before being distracted by other parts. Somehow he was certain that he would be just as needy later on as he was now, if not more.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 20:25:38 GMT -5
The Princess's vision swam, then began to fade even as her hand abandoned his coat, reaching blindly behind her for the ribbons tying her dress closed. But she had waited too long, and her fingers went lax, her chest rose in one last attempt to draw breath, then fell as she lost consciousness.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 20:33:51 GMT -5
The sudden dead weight of her in his arms brought the Phantom to an uncomfortable stop as he tried to figure out what had happened. When it clicked through the haze in his mind he cursed under his breath and reached behind her, pulling the tie to loosen her dress before lowering her to the ground. He watched her, worried but not panicked, and took off a glove to hold her hand in his. The other worked on her dress to give her room to breathe, he found himself murmuring her name as he watched her face.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 20:44:33 GMT -5
It was a moment before the Princess's chest rose again, hesitantly, then settled into a shallow rhythm. Her lashes fluttered, then rose, hazy eyes opening in disorientation, then settling on the masked man leaning over her. "I am sorry," she breathed, unable to form any more words than those. She had tried to hold on.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 20:52:09 GMT -5
The Phantom breathed a sigh of relief when she spoke, not realizing how tense he had been until it had left him with the sight of her eyes. He brought his still-gloved hand up to touch the side of her face, "Don't you ever do that again, alright?" he said firmly, looking into her eyes, "If you can't breathe tell me, ok? Promise me." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, grateful she was fine.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 21:05:54 GMT -5
"I did not want to stop," the Princess said, her argument ruined by the softness of her voice. Her eyes met his though, and the argument faded entirely. "I promise." The hand not swallowed in his rose, fingers smoothing feather light against his jaw, needing to touch and hoping to soothe him.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 21:12:47 GMT -5
The Phantom curled their hands into his chest. "I don't care if you didn't want to stop," he said, "If it's between you breathing and kissing, I'd much rather have you breathing." He pulled the glove off of his other hand, tucking it under a knee, and brought it up to her face again, the stern look on his face lessened by the sparkle in his eyes that came from the feel of her soft skin on his hand for the first time that night.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 21:21:23 GMT -5
The Princess looked up at her Phantom like a child scolded, eyes wide and guileless as her hand moved softly down the line of his jaw. "I can breathe now," she said, the subtle statement behind the words at odds with the innocence of her expression.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 21:26:51 GMT -5
The Phantom couldn't help the hungry smile that came over his features at her words, "So you can," he said. His hand moved from her cheek down her neck to her chest, "And what would you propose we do?" he asked, eyes sparkling as he leaned close to her, moving to lean on his elbow beside her instead of kneeling.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 21:38:18 GMT -5
The Princess's lips curved, and her eyes glittered as her hand abandoned his jaw to toy with his artfully tied cravat. "I propose that you are wearing far too much clothing for what I propose," she teased. They were perfectly secluded enough, though.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 21:46:33 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I still don't quite know what you mean," he teased, his own hand coming down to mess with the edge of her dress at her side. "Are you proposing a bath?" he asked, his eyes glinting. He knew full and well what she meant, but he would be happy to keep up the game, it would only make it more fun.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 22:05:20 GMT -5
The Princess laughed, eyes glittering at his deliberate misunderstanding. "Perhaps I am," she said coyly, watching as her hand moved down to work against one of the buttons of his waistcoat. "Perhaps I wish to bathe myself in you." Her eyes rose to his once more, purposefully sultry, purposefully baiting him.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 22:13:18 GMT -5
While he was willing to keep up the game, he wasn't exactly able. The Phantom grinned and leaned over, kissing her neck, no worries now that she could breathe. His hand began to work at pulling down her dress, releasing her hand after a moment so that his other could help.
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