Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 1, 2008 22:23:57 GMT -5
It did grow intense, even through the long, slow motions, but then, the intensity was always there, sometimes simmering beneath the surface, sometimes exploding into flame; neither of them would have it any different. It simmered this time, but all the same it scalded, and Adara was left breathless as always, clinging to Emilian for her sanity.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 1, 2008 22:33:57 GMT -5
Emilian pressed his lips lightly along her jawline, propping himself up with his elbows. After so much time he was still so very satisfied after being with her, it only added to his belief that he would never get tired of her. He would have said something, but knew that it would be useless to say anything just yet. He just kept in the back of his mind that he would have to tell her what he and Dare had talked about.
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 1, 2008 22:47:13 GMT -5
Adara took several long, slow breaths before relaxing entirely, her lips spreading into a satisfied smile. They hadn't made it any further than the couch, and though that did not surprise her, it never ceased to amuse her. It also flattered her, knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She pressed a light kiss to his lips, her gaze sweeping over his face as it was now, and forming a mental picture to take with her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 1, 2008 22:56:11 GMT -5
Emilian smiled before shifting enough of his weight off of her so that she wasn't uncomfortable and laying his head on her chest, nuzzling into her and laying one arm along her side. He still wasn't ready to talk yet, unless she decided to broach the subject of the owl, he was enjoying the hum in his blood, the little threads of pleasure still moving sluggishly through him.
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 1, 2008 23:03:49 GMT -5
Adara wrapped her arms lightly around Emilian, letting her fingers play in his hair or skate across his shoulders. Her mind filtered back slowly, through the conversation that, at second look, she was unsure she wanted to understand, and to the anomaly of Michael having been here at all. "Did you invite him?" she asked at last, still putting the pieces together as best she could. Perhaps somehow he had learned of Jack's identity and had wanted Adara to know as well?
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 2, 2008 11:44:42 GMT -5
"No, he just walked through the door," Emilian said, shaking his head lightly. His eyes closed, not because of wanting to sleep, but because of the pleasurable strokes of her fingers on his shoulders and in his hair. "And started talking about seeing you at the masquerade." His fingers started to lightly stroke the tender skin on her ribs, "He didn't say anything I didn't already know," he said, smiling."
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 2, 2008 12:54:24 GMT -5
Adara's lips curved, and she let out a soft sigh of comfortable pleasure. "Everything of importance I told you later," she assured Emilian. "I am glad that I told him my name at the last," she said, "and I am glad that my Jack was your Michael." She had seen so much of the easy grace that Michael shared with Emilian. He had felt like a softer version of Emilian at times, another side of an extraordinarily molded coin.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 2, 2008 13:12:52 GMT -5
"So am I," Emilian said, nodding lightly. "The last time we talked he stormed out. It was bad in here before you came in, though, we were talking about one of his friends." Well, Emilian was trying to get Michael to talk, and it hadn't worked, only served to make the air thicker. "I think he came here because of you, he caught on back in the beginning that you were different than the rest, I think he wanted to see what was going on."
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 2, 2008 13:34:57 GMT -5
Adara hummed a light hmm to let Emilian know she'd heard all he said. There was a lot there to be interpreted, and Adara decided to do so, since she could, rather than force Emilian to hand her the answers. It was strange to think that there had been anything on Emilian's part so long ago, but she reminded herself that she had always felt treasured in some fashion; it was only Emilian's words that had declared distance.
It was obvious from knowing that Michael had seen things even she had been unable to truly identify that he and Emilian had been immeasurably close to one another. But then, Emilian loved Michael, and had loved him in a way that it had not occurred to Adara that a man could love another man. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head and smoothed her hand against him as she tucked away the knowledge of how very close Emilian and Michael had been. She felt no envy, only a humming joy that Emilian had known at least that much joy in his own life.
She brought her mind back to the conversation then, to the thread that she had no hope of unraveling on her own. "Was there something wrong with Michael's friend?" she asked.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 2, 2008 13:47:47 GMT -5
"No, he would tense up whenever I'd ask him a question about Dare, it was odd, there was something he wasn't telling me." Emilian fell silent, wondering again at what it could be, what he thought it was, but he couldn't voice it as a true thought without more solid proof. "I met up with the Dare guy in Diagon Alley, he asked if he could come and draw me."
He tilted his head up to look at Adara. "I told him he could if he would do something of you." He knew that it was jumping topics but there was nothing else to really say about his first words, there was no proof, and so it would be useless. "Is that alright?" he asked. If Adara didn't want it to happen, he would cancel it immediately.
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 2, 2008 17:57:56 GMT -5
Adara smiled at the question. "Yes, it is alright," she said. Perhaps she would ask Dare if she might have one of his drawings of Emilian as well. She tucked away Emilian's unvoiced questions with her own; perhaps through speaking with him she might learn something of interest to Emilian. "If I am to sit for a portrait for you, Emilian, what would you like me to wear?" It was for him, after all.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 2, 2008 18:17:13 GMT -5
Emilian let out a low laugh, "If I thought it proper to say I would say nothing." He knew, though, that she wouldn't go for that, and that he wouldn't like having another guy examining her so intently. "You'll be beautiful in anything, I'm not picky." At least not when it came to seeing Adara. He settled his head back on her chest.
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 2, 2008 18:35:44 GMT -5
Adara gave a soft chuckle. She did not suggest that Emilian could likely talk her into anything he wished. Rather, she kept in mind his possessive tendencies, and the fact that she enjoyed them; if he did not want to share her, then she most definitely did not want to be shared. "Thank you, Emilian," she said, private amusement ringing in her voice.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 2, 2008 18:47:18 GMT -5
Emilian began to let his hand wander lazily over her, "He offered to give me one of me, but I told him I'd rather have one of someone else." He didn't like the idea of having a piece done of him with his scars, at least not one that he would keep. He hated seeing them in a mirror, much less having them immortalized in a drawing or painting.
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 2, 2008 19:08:37 GMT -5
"Mmm, I hope that you will not mind my keeping one," Adara said. "I would enjoy having a picture of you to look at it when I am alone in my bed." She had not even seen Dare's work, and already she was excited at the prospect. If it meant sitting for a portrait for Emilian, she was perfectly happy to do so. She had no questions as to why a near-stranger would want to draw Emilian. She found him fascinating to look at; how could anyone miss his striking looks?
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