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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 14, 2007 22:08:56 GMT -5
She tapped the door with her wand, shoving it open with her hip. Her eyes scanned the place, although she knew no one was their. She walked over to one of the tables in the back sitting on it, she was looking down part of her mind telling her to stop, the other part begging for her to continue, she wanted everything in the past two months to be erased from memory.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2007 22:14:24 GMT -5
Had Emilian not been overcome by his lust for the girl in front of him, he would have smiled at the privacy they now had, but he had eyes only for her. His eyes burned as he came up to the table, leaning in and kissing her deeply, taking hold of her legs, just above her knees.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 15:36:13 GMT -5
She flicked her wand the door closed and a few clicks signaled it was locked. She placed her wand on the table, and tangled her fingers in his hair, selfishly pulling him closer to her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 15, 2007 15:40:27 GMT -5
Emilian worked a hand up under her shirt, pulling it up and exposing her skin to his touch. His other hand, still on her leg, slid up, rubbing where her thigh met her hip. He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "Tell me you want me," he said huskily, his Russian accent out in full force.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 15:43:00 GMT -5
All doubt in her mind had gone, after this day, she didn't care if she would regret it, she lived for right now, and right now she did want him. A smirk played on her lips.
"You have to do better than that." she breathed, though she was tempted to just say it, she wanted to play around for a bit.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 15, 2007 15:51:02 GMT -5
Emilian smiled, from the way she had been acting, it wouldn't take very much to get her to say it. "I'll just have to see what I can do, then." His one hand stayed down, working on her thigh, the other rounded over one of her more feminine attributes. He tilted his head down and kissed her collarbone, his tongue trailing over it.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 16:14:45 GMT -5
A shudder ran up and down her spine, she hadn't felt so elated in ages. She ran her hand over his chest, a pout on her lips as she tugged at his shirt.
"Try your best." she managed to say as his hands moved against her body. She gasped as the sensation from her collarbone trailed up and down her body.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 15, 2007 16:20:40 GMT -5
"You want this off?" he asked, attempting an innocent look, but his eyes burned with an intensity that was everything but innocent. He pulled at the hem of his shirt as he asked the question, pulling it from his pants and letting it hang free, though not loose, it was a tight shirt. His one hand went around from her front to her back, tracing the cloth that held her in, the cloth he longed to see on the floor.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 16:26:57 GMT -5
Her pout only intensified, her eyes pleading with him.
"Yes." she breathed, her voice barely managing to escape her lips. She again tugged at his shirt, but it wouldn't come off.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 15, 2007 16:33:28 GMT -5
Emilian grinned, it had been so long since someone new had begged him. "Well then, take it off," he said, "It's not that hard, see?" As a demonstration of sorts he pulled her own shirt over her head and threw it off the table. He pressed his lips to her sternum, just below the hollow of her neck.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 16:45:25 GMT -5
She gritted her teeth, he was teasing her, playing around with her. She felt the corners of her lips twitch into a smirk as she got down from the table pushing him on the chair.
"It's not fair, your shirt is to tight." she gave him an innocent look, one she used when she wanted things her way. With one hand she raked her nails over his chest, while the other one rested on his abdomen.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 15, 2007 16:49:20 GMT -5
Michael sat back in the chair, legs spread, eyes glinting. "I guess that means you'll just have to work a little harder, just know that if you mess it up," he grinned, "You owe me." He linked his hands behind his head, looking at her and letting himself enjoy the feel of her hands.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 16:53:13 GMT -5
She pulled her wand out, she was willing to owe him back, she didn't care. She pointed it at his shirt, and watched as it was ripped to shreds.
"Oops, I guess I'll have to owe you back." though her voice sounded innocent, her lips were set in a smirk. She sat on his lap one hand placed roaming over his exposed skin, while the other still grasped her wand. She was trailing kisses up and down his jaw.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 15, 2007 17:00:25 GMT -5
"Mmm," Emilian groaned lightly, "You owe me more than that..." he murmured. He let one hand rest on her thigh, the other wrapped around her back. It was rare that someone made him react the way he was, generally he was in control, but, he smiled, this....this is nice.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 15, 2007 17:07:26 GMT -5
Storm grinned, she had never been in control, always the puppet, the one forced into doing things she didn't want. This time she was leading, her nails raking his back, while the other one tangled itself in his hair. She pressed her body against his, his cool body made her shudder as continuously kissed him.
"I'll buy you another one." she teased in between kisses. Her lips had found his as her tongue licked his lower lip.
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