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Post by Ruby on Jan 5, 2013 20:58:49 GMT -5
Red was a creature known by many people. Some good, some bad, most everyone knew of her or knew her personally by name. Red was an outgoing person. She loved to laugh, she loved to talk, she loved to see new things, try things she had never done, and to disappear for sometimes weeks at a time to explore. She was curious by nature, always getting into trouble, places and problems she shouldn't be... most of Snow's kingdom knew her if not for the fact that she was the Queen's best friend, then for the fact she also ran the Golden Inn which belonged to her Granny... which also meant she run the bar attached to the Inn.
"'Ere's to the prettiest little bar wench I ever did see!" An older gentleman lifted up his mug smashing it into a variety of others and spilled beer all across the countertop as cheers of 'here, here" rang out after the call. "I'm downin' this one 'ere Red! Just fer you!" Red rolled her eyes at the old man antics, he had been coming here as far back as she could remember, she knew his wife, his son... he invited her to dinner at least once a month. She leaned over the counter to swipe up the spilled drinks s the few patrons went back to their conversations.
"That's because I'm the only bar wench your wife lets you see Lenny!" She winked at him playfully and the old man scoffed and chortled as he failed to repress the grin that crossed his face. Another of the patrons beckoned her for a refill and she vanished, grabbing the mug and filling it full of the thick brew, before sliding it back down to him.
"Well then it still 'olds true doesn't it?" He teased cocking back another swig of the alcohol. Somewhere off in the distance the great clock chimed eleven at night and Lenny turned, peering out the windows with one half closed eye. He polished off the rest of his brew, and slammed the drink down along with his tab and a sizeable tip. " Ah! 'Ere Red go buy yourself somethin' perty and don't let these drunkards talk ya into a date ya hear?" Lenny slurred and Red laughed, shaking her head and accepting his shillings.
"Hey! We resent that!" Shouted a voice from down the bar. "Good ole Red can polish my knocker anytime she pleases! Mind ya own business Lenny!" That was followed by a course of laughter and Ruby smiled sweetly, her lips pulling up into the perfect picture of innocence.
"Oh dear... the only knocker I'll be shining is the one on the front door after I kindly ram it up your arse!" Ruby shouted back and howls of laughter whipped throughout her bar including Lenny's. She turned back to the old man and winked. "Go on! Before your lovely wife thinks I'm having my wicked way with you!" Red winked and Lenny laughed all the way out the door, stumbling back into the snow, Red polished off the part of the counter he had been sitting at before trotting off down the counter to start refilling mugs.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 5, 2013 21:16:52 GMT -5
Dorian knew his limits.
He knew that he had none. He knew that he would always look as he did now--stunningly--and that no matter what should happen to the world around him, he was immortal. Age had no effect on him, until someone chose to kill him, and he was free to engage in whatever acts of pleasure he so chose. Of course, there was no opium here--it was yet to be widely manufactured--but there were still alcohol and the beauty of others.
He'd been in his study most of the day reading, that beautiful room that he had designed keeping in mind the high fashion of his (wonderful) Victorian world, that room that he disallowed others the pleasure of viewing. Without his old manor in London, this one served the purpose of hiding his painting--it was a dreadful thing, he thought, but he dared not look at it; that would chance him getting ill. He knew. He knew how bad it had to be, with all those "sins" across it, but he did not care. He would never let anyone else see it and that was enough for him. Besides, what was a sin? Nothing, Lord Henry has once asserted, but a violation of society. And what did society matter? To influence one is to give him one's soul.
Dorian laughed as he pushed open the door to the inn. He came here often, to drink and to engage in whatever seduction he could manage. It was, after all, difficult for anyone to deny his strapping looks.
He took a seat at the bar, looking around for anyone he could find to chat with. Surely they'd already seen him. He ran a hand through his silky dark hair, his black eyes penetrating the scene, and then noticed the bartender, whom he'd seen before but never spoken with. Of course, last time he was here he'd already been a bit drunk and had engaged in conversation with an attractive young man who had been rather odd in his advances.
Dorian shook his head. No, he ought not remember that, he thought as he smirked at the wench. Och. She was very nice. He watched intently for a moment, then raised his voice to her as he caught her eye. "Would you care to pour me something, sweetheart?" he asked smoothly, winking. His boyish--and handsome--face was twisted into a bemused look, and he knew that today he may have some entertainment.
He rested a curious elbow on the bar and his other hand laid lax on his thigh.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 5, 2013 22:11:37 GMT -5
Red was used to being the source of a great deal of banter and joking. Her wild nature and brash tongue often left them hoping that she would bite back and rarely did Ruby disappoint. Most of them enjoyed her to an extent, she was easy to talk too, kind, flirtatious, outgoing... but they all knew better than to push her too far. Red had unnatural strength for a woman her size and largely that was due to the beast within her. But one drunkard who had slithered his hands beneath the top of her skirt, was still receiving medical attention for the injuries. Red was not a woman to be trifled with.
Her sensitive hearing picked up the sound of the door jingling and emerald green eyes shot across her cafe. She had seen him multiple times but had never had the pleasure of actually serving him. Everyone else who had, men and woman alike all spoke of how charming he was... Ruby always enjoyed a challenge. She finished up the conversation she was engaged in just as he caught her eye and beckoned her down the bar.
Ruby smiled, a flash of perfect white teeth before she trotted down the bar towards him. Her words a silken purr wrapped like velvet around her and her green eyes flashed with something akin to curiosity and excitement. He was relaxed, perfectly at ease in the setting she had worked at for the last several years, before and after the initial arrival of the curse. She took her time examining him and she made no effort to hide her roaming eyes.
His eyes were glass pools swimming with confidence and self esteem. He knew he was gorgeous, he knew he was beautiful, he practically oozed seduction from where he sat, even some of the other patrons tried to catch his gaze, continuously peaking at him from the corners of their eyes, woman and men alike. Ruby did not try and hide. She let him know that her eyes roamed the thin but strong build of his arms, the subtle twitches of his fingers, the dark attire, a grave contrast to her own. Her own attire was simple, having forgone the bright red cloak, a thick brown corset with golden swirls sewn into it synched her waist in tight and accentuated her bust, a long sleeved white undershirt hung off of her shoulders, leaving them deliciously bare. Her skirt was the color of freshly spilled blood and twirled around her calves, revealing the black boots beneath. A coy smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she leaned forward cocking her head to the side as a playful light glittered in her eyes.
"That depends what you would like me to pour Darling." He was not the only one with confidence.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 5, 2013 22:28:20 GMT -5
Dorian Gray was a lover of all things--a fact to be taken literally, physically. Of course, he was at the top of his own list--how could he not be--but there was an array of things that intrigued him. Not the least of those were handsome people, with whom it seemed he spent so little of his time nowdays. That was going to have to change, he mused, and made a mental note to scour the kingdom for a den later.
He wished with listless annoyance that opium was around now, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about this problem lest he go and harvest it himself--an astronomical thing to ask someone as lax as he to do. No, he durst not. He would content himself with other good things. Surprisingly enough, Dorian did actually spend a fair amount of time reading through his collection of books (not that they were all... appropriate) and gathering the intellect necessary to survive in the world he was in. He was, admittedly, glad for his title and for his fortune, but he still had the problem of the damned picture. Had it been left in London, in the Victorians' world, he would have no problem. But it followed him wherever he wandered. It haunted him.
He could feel the eyes about the room, many of them on him, and was glad for it. Who were they, not to admire him? For all the advantages they may have over him--manual labor skill or vast scientific intellect the same--he was more handsome, and it was something that couldn't be taken from him. These glances to him were compliments in abundance. He adored this attention.
And he caught also that he finally had the attention of the maid at the bar, that pretty young thing that was most certainly years younger than he. Och, he must be in his forties now! But he was stuck in his younger year, and that he was thankful for. He brushed invisible dirt from his vest and straightened out a sleeve that was already straight. No sense in looking unpresentable, he thought with a sideways smile that hinted nothing less than infatuation with the world he lived in. He smiled more as he took in the woman, and all that was revealed of her right now. The cream-coloured skin, the figure that made his eyes gleam. Ah. How beautiful. How he would love to compliment her in seclusion.
The outfit certainly accentuated her loveliness, and he could not help his stare, confident as usual, as she approached him. He bit his lip gently, pausing before he answered wickedly, "Better I do not speak my mind," he grinned, raising an eyebrow as his eyes wandered. "But if I ought drink I suppose it should be brandy." He leaned back a little, taking her in a little more and daring to make jealous the rest of the patrons by ignoring their glances. His beautiful black eyes gleamed with immorality.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 5, 2013 23:33:50 GMT -5
Ruby had never been a creature of silence, nor would anyone dare claim her a wallflower. She was wild, untameable, a Child Of Luna, she bathed in the moons light and sang to the stars high above. Many had tried to tame her heart to no avail. After the death of her lover by her own hand, love seemed a fleeting interest. She humored a few with a date or two, but nothing had managed to hold her attention for long.
The man before her held it now, however fleeting it was to be still had yet to be decided. His skin was flawless no blemishes or marks marred his flesh, his eyes empty pools of onyx that sang of cunning and something sinister. His attire was immaculate and polished. He was wild too, there was something in his gaze that reminded her of her own eyes when she peered into the mirror, something that could not be caught and reigned in... but he was no Child of Luna. She couldn't smell it on him... so the question remained... what was he?
She remained tilted over the edge of the bar, daring him to answer her back. Her pretty green eyes alight with danger and daring, a challenge, she was not afraid of this man at least not now. Ruby had dealt with the devil, Rumple himself to gain control over the beast within her. She controlled it, she was one with the wolf, and a devious smile quirked the side of her lips. Who was more wild than a werewolf unleashed? He would hold nothing on her in a race through the trees.
He paused only a moment, worrying his bottom lip between perfectly straight teeth before he answered her with that same tone bathed in sin. Temptation should be this mans name. At his words Ruby's smile expanded the whole of her face and gentle laughter eased its way from her throat, her entire face lit with humor. She never hid her emotions, they were painted upon her like print on the page of a book. Regardless she reached for one of the glasses and poured the drink with effortless ease.
"Why not speak your mind? The world... among other things, is turned on such thoughts." She purred as she slid his drink to him. A suggestive smile gracing her mouth. "But of course since you are only here to drink here is your brandy." She released the glass and pushing herself up with her forearms, she leaned in close so no of the other patrons could hear her, she could feel their glares even before she spoke and who they were directed at she knew not."The first one is on the house." She breathed barely a whisper into the flesh directly beneath his ear before pulling away and trotting back down the bar as her name was barked.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 6, 2013 14:27:53 GMT -5
There was, on occasion, an instance in which Dorian wished that there was some imperfection upon his countenance, so that he could either have something to talk about or something that would make some people believe him more. But no--he was perfection, the picture of it, and only his picture bore his blemishes and his wrongdoings. No one would ever know what he'd done, who he was.
He looked upon his barmaid with a fervent selfishness; he knew that everyone here whose eyes were not resting on him were instead on her, and he was nearly not envious of her for it because she was gorgeous. She was tempting him, and she probably knew it, with those bare shoulders and those alluring lips. And the way that she looked at him... studied him... it was piquing his interest. What was she thinking about? Had to be him... Och.
He was trying, with fail, not to stare at certain other things, just to humor himself and test society's policies. She was, though, so damn attractive. Dorian sighed with a smirk, wondering what exactly the thoughts were that ran behind the smile of hers. When she laughed, it was as if the goddess Aphrodite had been released from within her--it was a wonderful sound and Dorian cocked his head as he listened, his lip still held in place by his teeth. He adored this sort of thing, he thought as she poured his drink
He sat forward and lowered his voice, the tone even more wicked and his eyebrow raised. "Among other things, you say." He chuckled, a low and alluring sound. "What kinds of other things?" This he followed with a wink and studied her carefully as she slid him his drink. "Perhaps."
He took a long drink, letting the liquid flow easily down his throat, and then looked up to find that she was very, very close. He bit his lip again but could not help his smirk when she spoke. Before he could respond, she was gone and Dorian shook his head. How could she ignore him--he was beautiful. She had to come back; he needed her to. After a minute and another sip of the brandy, Dorian stared at her again and sent a low whistle her way. "Come hither, sweetheart. Let them drink what they've left; Chat with a duke instead." He smirked and beckoned for her with a finger. He didn't even know her name.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 6, 2013 15:38:30 GMT -5
His playful words had not derailed her from her daring flirtation. Despite the fact that his voice sent a shiver tracing down her spine, she did not flinch away. No... he was far too intriguing and Red wanted to play.
Red was not usually so bold during a first encounter, in fact a great majority of patrons thought of her as more innocent, outspoken and fierce, but not usually one to toy with her patrons. More often than not she was the first to fire down an insult with a harsh comment of her own. Sharp witted and keen, Red was one of a kind. She forced her eyes to focus on the patron who had called out to her, purposefully not looking back at the male on the other end of the bar. She poured her patron the drink he asked for answering his comment with some snarky remark causing another ripple of laughter, but she wasn't focused on them, her senses were turned towards the gorgeous stranger whose eyes bore into her back. She could play his game.
It did not take long, she could feel his stare grow more intense, she could hear his fingers tapping against the counter and she could hear the rustling of his fabric with every move he made. So he enjoyed the attention on himself? He could not stand being left in the shadows, how peculiar, she wondered why he had never tried to catch her eye before. His words were a whip, strong and powerful, cracking through the air with a demand. It was not loud, but raw temptation and something that simply could not be ignored and Red turned blinking rather innocently and placing a hand upon her chest as though bewildered as to why he would want to speak with her. Never the less she trailed back down the bar as the other patrons shouted their displeasure at being ignored.
"Why with such an enchanting way of beckoning to me how can I refuse?" A coy smile lit the corners of her mouth as she stopped in front of him, leaning down and resting her elbows on the counter. She regarded him for a moment tilting her head just slightly to the right."And what, might I inquire is my Darling Duke wishing to speak with a bar wench about?" She made a show of trailing her eyes down his face, the cords of his neck, the part of his chest she could see, mapping him out in her mind, before they darted back up to catch his own a smile full of wicked promises etching across her face. "Because I certainly best not speak what lingers in my thoughts..."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 7, 2013 12:26:21 GMT -5
Dorian never stumbled over or found himself at a loss for words, but he was coming closer to one of those points the more he fancied this wench. She was so beautiful, so unique... and so unlike many others he'd met in his lifetime. He never thought it was characteristic of women who were not harlots to flirt so, but he appeared to now be wrong; was it his Victorian mindset? Surely she couldn't be one of those women. No self- preserving prostitute would find work in a bar, nor be so comfortable in said atmosphere. There was certainly nothing in his mind that pointed to her being anything other than extraordinary.
No, no, he knew she was something special, and it absolutely interested him. He'd met, corrupted, or otherwise charmed a fair number of women in his day, but Dorian always enjoyed a challenge. He watched as her body turned to face him again after an agonizing period of ignoring him and his lips turned up ever so slightly, glad to see that her attention had returned to him. How could anyone ever ignore him, anyhow? He knew what he did to people; they all looked at him adoringly. She could not, certainly, be any different than the rest in that regard, for even Dorian marveled when he chanced by a looking glass.
He grinned at her words. "You couldn't., and I know it." His eyes, snakelike and with the fire of a man impassioned, followed her every move, and he broke his stare only to down another drink of the brandy she'd poured. When he was done, his glass nearly empty, he pushed it back toward her with a coy smile. Time for another round.
"Oh, how about...you, sweetheart?" He bit his lip again, his mouth moist with intrigue. "And call me Dorian, please. Dorian Gray." He was the one she should have been warned about, but then again they were not in London. He watched curiously, hungrily, while she sized him up. She was so daring, this one, and he was absolutely infatuated with the way she was acting. He had to know more about her. Och, that smile... He answered without putting much thought into it. "Oh, pray tell. Please." His smile grew more wanting with each word; he was truly curious.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 7, 2013 14:18:51 GMT -5
She watched him, glowing emeralds wild in their hunger. There was no doubt in her mind that this man was exquisite and she wondered just how far she could toy with him before he snapped. She wanted to pluck at those thin strands of composure, she wanted to watch this sophisticated gentlemen become as wild as she in the pale moonlight, and so... she watched memorized and captivated. Perhaps she craved his attention just as much as he yearned for hers, it was so rare someone came strolling in her cafe with intelligence and a fair amount of wit. To say he had captured her attention would be a bit of an understatement.
"In my defense love, it is not every day that a proper gentlemen of your caliber enters my establishment." She gestured to the others with a flick of her wrist and as if to prove her point, two young men went to collide mugs and one missed, smashing his glass into the others face. "You are quite the black sheep here." If that wasn't calling the kettle black she wasn't sure what was. As he gave her his name she leisurely extended her own arm. Thin, but strong tan fingers to match the rest of her flesh.
"It is an undoubtable pleasure to meet you Sir Dorian Gray. I am named ever so cleverly Red... or Ruby depending on which world you come from." She winked at him as though she knew something he did not before she coyly took his glass and reached for the brandy to pour him another and slid it back towards him. "Although feel free to call me whatever you deem fit at the time."
"Oh my dear Dorian... my life is dreadfully dull, I bartend here most evenings, a waitress during the day, confidant to the Queen when she requires as such... but I believe you were seeking more of sins no? I have many love and a great deal of them are currently revolving around you in a variety of different...situations. But turnabout is fair play darling, you deny me your fantasies and I shall deny you mine." She kept her gaze upon him, never straying, he had her full attention as she teased him mercilessly.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 7, 2013 22:22:16 GMT -5
Dorian thought some of her comments base and laughable, but he could not disregard that there was a witty and absolutely stunning woman before him. Him, in his passionate state of undoing, at his most vulnerable before a beautiful lady. What a predicament was this. He was enthralled by her every movement, subtle or otherwise, and the words that rolled off of her tongue were like beautiful music in his head. Och. What was she doing to him? Charmer, she was, indeed. And he seemed to have met his match this eve.
He nearly scoffed at her description of him. Proper? Gentleman? Well. At least she had the calibre correct. He laughed and his eyes looked up wickedly at her. "Quite some prelude," he half-muttered, his smile growing all the while. He was certainly not a gentleman, nor proper. But to her latter words he could agree. "But yes, I am rather solitary in this place. Not in admiration, in desire, mind you. But in pocket." His grin grew enormously and he winked at her. At least he was rich. He did then accept her hand, rubbing her skin gently with his thumb.
"Red. Ruby Red." He said, letting her names roll from his tongue like water or fire. His eyes looked her over desirously, wantonly and he took back his drink slowly. "Oh?" She caught him slightly off his game. He did not know how to respond and could not come up with a good pseudonymn for her in his allotted time for wit, and thus sat foolishly.
He heard her out but carefully picked out only what he wanted to hear; the rest were mere words. "Sins do intrigue me," he whispered throatily. "And I do not deny you my fantasies. I merely think them ill-suited to be shared in such a place." His devil-given smile grew and he beckoned with his eyes for her to come closer to him. He wanted to touch her, taste her. And for that he should have chided himself, because he was now at his weakest. With spread lips, he thought aloud on the earlier subject.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 7, 2013 22:47:33 GMT -5
Ruby observed him. The strong seductive notes in his tones, the rumbling baritones that left her enraptured and unable to tear her gaze from those onyx orbs. She was wild, a remarkable spirit for sure, but he... he made her blood sing in her veins, her nerves pulse with energy, her very being humming with excitement. He threatened to awaken the wolf and that creature was not due for another solid weeks time. She wondered what this alluring creature would be like behind closed doors? What this incubus would do to her given the chance. The shiver could not be suppressed as she imagined such delicious things in her mind. Mimicking him, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You create your own prelude my Darling Dorian, I merely state that of which you are already aware." Her voice grew a great deal softer, gentle, but still just as sweet as fresh honey. The words were meant for his ears alone, the rest of the patrons gone from her mind. She ignored their calls and shouts of displeasure. Dorian had caught her and she had no desire to escape such chains. "Pity for the female population back on your world. A delectable treat for me. I would say I am sorry but I'm not one to lie." His hand traced her palm and her skin burned like fire where he touched her. What was he doing to her? She needed to know more about him, she needed to understand him...hell she just needed him. Red had finished playing games. Suddenly and without warning Red ripped away from him, tracing back to the other side of the bar.
"The bar is closed. Get out." Red's tones were ice, she wasn't playing games and her voice promised pain to anyone who refused her. A few gave weak protests but a fast glare and a flash of gold in the depths of her eyes was all the convincing it took to get the few stragglers to leave her establishment. She walked around the edge of the bar and stalked towards him, much resembling predator and prey. Although which was which still had yet to be determined. She leaned down, resting her hands on his knees and squeezing hard enough to gain every last grain of his attention.
"Then take me wherever you can let your imagination run free." A seductive purr, rolling from her lips in a sensual wave. She was tired of playing, she wanted to know if he had the skill to back his sin wrapped promises.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 8, 2013 16:54:20 GMT -5
Dorian cocked his eyebrow at her and studied hard for a moment. He memorized each line of her where it lay, in case he should ever forget. Yes, of course, he'd taken many women to his chambers, but that was not what concerned him at present. What mattered was the one woman that he'd finally caught the eye of, this one. And oh, was she worth being such! His eyes were caught in a whirlwind of excitement, of anticipation. Nothing that was on his mind right now was appropriate for conversation, and he nearly felt the desire to pull her into some back room.
His grin grew sideways as she spoke. He shook his head. "Prelude or no, all I care for is what you think." He smiled at her, his forward glance no longer coy, and suggested so many things with his eyes. Taking a drink more of his brandy, which was steeling his confidence with every drop, Dorian lowered his head. The female population of his world had, for the most part, experienced him. "You need not be. They were never quite as pretty as you." His grin but spread more, and he had forgotten all of those others who with him occupied the bar. They were not in his thoughts right now, but Ruby certainly was. He could tell that her hands were already wanton for him; all he had to do was touch her.
He could not help but gape as Ruby cleared the bar of all its othero ccupants, and began to wonder if he had really caused all of it. Of course he had; when wasn't he the center of attention? He could not well believe what he was witnessing, and he watched with wondrously wide eyes.
She did return, though, and it was breathlessly that he stared at her as she approached. His head snapped up a bit as she touched him, and the wanton look in his eyes was enough to set a fire. He allowed himself to place his hands round her waist, where he could almost pick her up, and grinned. "Come with me. Come back to my manor, and I'll show you all of my fantasies." He enjoyed this game, and even more so now that she was as intrigued by him as he was her. And her voice was lovely. |
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Post by Ruby on Jan 8, 2013 21:46:36 GMT -5
Her onyx eyes, so full of emotion, so full of radiance, so full of power had bewitched her without a shadow of a doubt. She had not had a great deal of lovers in her lifetime, there were very few who dared seduce a Child of Luna, and even those brave enough to try were often scared off by her... wildness in other areas. They could handle Ruby, but they could not handle the wolf and the wolf always demanded more. More pleasure, more pain, more passion, more sweet torture.
But this man, this deliciously delectable man wrapped in pale silken flesh of white and just enough muscle tone to hold her interest sang to her and she responded like a sailor to a sirens call. But had she bewitched him, his eyes never strayed from her own, his hands impossibly hot singed the skin of her wait even through the thick corset. Her abdominal muscles ripppled with every curl of his fingers as they advanced entraping her, she wanted him to burn her. She needed those embers to marr her flesh until she could no longer recall her own name. She stepped between his legs, bending at the waist while her fingers crawled up his thigh, tracing patterns along his upper thigh.
"You." Her mouth hovered above his ear as she pressed her lips in the most chaste of all kisses to the patch of flesh beneath his ear. "Can." Her tongue traced the pulsing vein of his throat. "Take." Her teeth bit at his chin. "Me." A kiss as delecate as a newborns breath against his cheekbone. "Wherever." A kiss against his eyelids. "You." One against the other. "So." A whisper of lips against his nose and she dropped to hover scarce millimeters before his lips. "Desire."
She brushed her nose against his own, making sure to never touch those sinful lips, she wanted to make him loose that finally contained control, she wanted to see those onyx orbs as he snapped.
"Providing of course, you think you can handle me."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 9, 2013 17:37:01 GMT -5
Dorian enjoyed watching her every movement; she was seemingly as entranced as he. What beauty was this, that he had been born in some other time a good while from now, and would not normally have been able to meet? Fate was a curious thing; and perhaps making a deal with the devil was not exactly the worst he could have done for himself. This was, honestly, mesmerizing.
Her eyes danced with passion, similar to his own but perhaps a bit less wise. He had experienced already one full lifetime, it seemed, and he had plenty more left in him. Sure, he could die, but what fun was that when there were women of this calibre still left in the world? He grinned wickedly once more, knowing his hands were doing something to her. She stepped closer, and he chuckled, a low sound. Ruby was so easy to look at, so willing to play his game, and he absolutely savored it. As her fingers dropped to his thigh, he drew in a breath.
She was so close. With each word, with each movement, he was growing more and more restless, and he finally had had quite enough. He pulled her to him, his lips just above hers, and whispered harshly, "You must come with me." He kissed her for a moment--he wanted to kiss her more, but he stopped when he realized that he could never take her to his castle if he did. He was far too hungry for something he'd not experienced in a long time. |
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Post by Ruby on Jan 9, 2013 18:05:29 GMT -5
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