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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 22:19:39 GMT -5
The Princess's hands, now free, concentrated on one button after another, or at least they tried to. The Phantom's kiss against her neck was pleasantly distracting. She pushed at his coat when she had finished with it and the waistcoat beneath, wordlessly asking his cooperation.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 22:26:15 GMT -5
The coat and the waistcoat were on the ground without a word, and wherever her hands went his were as well, helping her along, in between pulling at her dress and tasting her skin. He just couldn't get enough of her, didn't think he would ever get enough. His blood was rushing and his breathing was quickly becoming ragged.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 22:31:56 GMT -5
When only the mask remained, the Princess's hands paused, then settled on his shoulders, drawing him closer. He could have his mask for the night; it was infinitely safer, and lent a strange feeling to the moment that she could not resist. They came together in heat and desire fueled by far more than the night, but accented by it, and the only thought in her mind besides the undeniable pleasure was that she never wanted to let go.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 9, 2008 14:36:30 GMT -5
The Phantom collapsed against her, his breath coming in sharp gasps even has his lips focused on a spot on her neck. He allowed himself barely a couple of minutes before he pulled himself up to dress, the knowledge that someone could come around the corner and see them at any moment suddenly very real. He paused once he was away from her for a moment, his eyes trailing down her body, memorizing every curve that would soon be covered once more, drinking in the pale skin, the sight distracting him from his goal of getting dressed.
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Post by Princess on Jun 9, 2008 17:36:19 GMT -5
The Princess's lips curved, eyes glittered up at her Phantom lover. She stretched languidly, like a well-pet cat, thrilling at the heated gleam in his masked gaze, then moved to straighten her dress from the puddle of silks it had become. Her wand, tucked into a hidden pocket among the folds, was retrieved for the simple spell that sent her ribbons tying themselves at her back once more. She tucked her wand away, and her hands rose, attempting to right her hair, though without a mirror, it was a hopeless task. She turned her gaze in the Phantom's direction again, silently asking for help.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 9, 2008 17:46:52 GMT -5
The Phantom smiled at her, watching her stretch before putting on the items that had been thrown. When he looked back at her, silently asking for help, he came over, running a hand over his own hair before helping her. He eased her hair back into place, watching intently to make sure it went back just how it had been beforehand.
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Post by Princess on Jun 9, 2008 17:55:13 GMT -5
While the Phantom worked at her hair, the Princess's hands busied themselves folding his cravat into place, lashes low as she kept her head steady for him. Before long, his clothing was put to rights, and all there was for her to do was watch him from beneath her lashes, lips curved, eyes glittering. "Thank you," she said softly.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 9, 2008 18:02:29 GMT -5
"You've very much welcome," the Phantom said, stringing one last lock behind her ear before looking down into her eyes. He took her chin in his still bare hand and kissed her lightly. Then he reluctantly reached for his gloves, staring down at his marred hand bitterly, wondering how things would be different if not for the fight, if he hadn't ended up in the hospital wing, at least. He brought his eyes away, pulling on his left glove so he couldn't see it anymore.
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Post by Princess on Jun 9, 2008 18:18:45 GMT -5
The Princess was watching her Phantom too closely to miss the darkness in his eyes. Her hand extended, resting a moment on his sleeve, then slipping down to his cloth-covered hand. "There is no weakness in what happened," she said softly. She raised his hand, pressed a kiss to the spot where she knew the scar lay hidden.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 9, 2008 18:31:09 GMT -5
The Phantom shook his head, not replying to her. His hand wasn't even the one that bothered him the most, the long mark on his face was the one that he hated. "Doesn't mean I don't hate it," he said eventually, looking away from her. It was all he would say about it, pulling his hand from hers to pull on his other glove.
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Post by Princess on Jun 9, 2008 18:45:03 GMT -5
The Princess's gaze darkened with hurt at the Phantom's retreat, but did not leave him. One soft hand rose, alighting on his cheek to turn his face toward hers, though he might not meet her gaze, might still turn away. "You are still beautiful, my Warrior, my Phantom," she said softly, her eyes shining, should he choose to see, with the truth behind the simple words.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 9, 2008 18:52:45 GMT -5
The Phantom met her eyes, feeling very exposed for having told her that the scars bothered him. He nodded slightly, barely moving his head, then brought his hand up to take hers and kissed her palm, "Walk with me?" he asked, gesturing with his other hand down the path. He didn't smile, but his eyes weren't harsh.
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Post by Princess on Jun 9, 2008 18:59:19 GMT -5
The Princess's palm heated with that brief touch of lips. She could not have guessed the Phantom's thoughts, but she sensed some sort of acceptance, if only that he believed she meant her words. The Princess inclined her head in acquiescence, her gaze remaining on the Phantom's eyes as she turned with him down the path. It didn't matter to her where he led them, but she wondered at the thoughts he seemed to hide so easily.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 9, 2008 19:16:57 GMT -5
The Phantom linked his fingers with hers, choosing the more casual touch to the more formal one of linking arms. He led her down a path, wondering how large the gardens were. "I was never one for gardens," he said, looking around. Though romantic, something girls enjoyed, he had never searched them out on his own. "They were always full of young happy couples." He looked down at the Princess, his eyes smiling, acknowledging the fact that he was now part of one of those happy couples, a fact he never would have imagined.
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Post by Princess on Jun 9, 2008 19:25:52 GMT -5
The Princess's face smoothed from hesitant curiosity to glowing happiness at that, the look in his eyes all it took to shift her thoughts. She smiled as she gathered the picture and the words to her heart, to the stores she was collecting from the night. "I always loved gardens," she returned. "They were always beautiful, the places of dreams." She was walking a dream now, she was certain of it.
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