Post by Lovely on Aug 10, 2009 1:56:29 GMT -5
November 18, 2008
evening
Veinna Estate
Marcus had strolled stiffly and quickly to a sitting room down the hall, ducking in just behind the door and listening, waiting for her scent if she didn't see him or the partly cracked door. The dinner had been torturous and far too quiet, stares and whispers being cast though no one had said a thing and hardly anyone lifted their eyes from their plates tonight. In the span of a few growls and spits and the barest of glances, enough was said to accuse and wonder about his activities with the sweetest princess of the brood. He didn't care about their thoughts, but his discretion was held for her sake, especially under the scrutinous eyes of her father. His fights with Lindsay hadn't gone unreported, nor the sneers under Rory's nose at the buxom brunette he coveted as a toy to play with if he could get the girl out of the man's clutches for a moment. Far above and beyond what that plaything did to him was this petite blonde marvel who wrapped him tighter than a spring with just a glance of her green eyes. Their gaze locked continually over the cordon bleu and freely pouring wine, though he hardly noticed any of that on the table in front of him tonight. Time for dessert, though it had nothing at all to do with custard and fruit that was being sent around the table in their absence. As she came up past the door, he pulled it open further into the darkness behind him, beckoning her silently to join him.
Her profile paused as the door opened and slowly she turned towards the darkened room and the man obscured by shadows, that only enhanced his appeal. She'd never thought too much about him, further than their playful banter and taunting of each other, she'd never really considered him an option though he was always thought of as a friend and part of her family. She'd been -what she was raised to be -better than.. a real snobby b*tch when she wanted, but she'd not ever thought less of him, just didn't see him as more. In the span of one very hot night, he'd showed her just how wrong she was.. and was teaching her just how hot he could make her.. every time they were close. Sometimes she really was unsure of how he felt, physically it seemed obvious, but she was scared, finding the need, the craving was something more than that for her. She had fallen for him and was playing a dangerous game as she teased and enticed him, wanting to wrap him up in her and hoping he'd need her just as badly as she did him. Her tongue slipped over soft pink lips as she moved into the room, the short skirt fluttering around lean legs and her hips in a gentle sway. Lily smiled invitingly as her hand rested on her hip and an eyebrow raised in question at him.
"You have something to say?" His cool, nearly cold comment was more a warning than a question as the door moved under his hand, slowly closing them in the darkness. He could see her quite clearly in the dim light from the window overlooking the back of the estate and the orchard-lined fences beyond the stables and the city lights further beyond in the clear distance. Right now it was just the two of them in all the world, his hand continuing from the closed door to pull her to him and his kiss, taking anything she had to say away with the tense and heated welcome for her he'd been holding back for the past hour.
Her mouth had opened a little to answer or question his warning, the heat rising in her cheeks at his words, but instead her mouth was met with his kiss. Her lips already parted she easily took the kiss deeper, the longing showing through the cooler teasing from earlier. She fell hard against his chest, wrapping her arms around him instead of shoving away, her leg shifting and curling up on his.
His hand fell naturally to the caress of her knee that raised against his, following up the smooth expanse of slender leg to her skirt that rested only slightly covering her against him. His comment to 'follow' him again was hinted silently as he turned with her to move deeper into the room, guided to the pale light beneath the window and the sofa there.
His hint was more than taken as he moved and her light form lifted from the floor, lean strong legs wrapping around his waist. Her petite frame entwining and entangling gently as her hands shifted to caress his muscled arms, massaging gently as she 'offered' him to take her where he wanted.
evening
Veinna Estate
Marcus had strolled stiffly and quickly to a sitting room down the hall, ducking in just behind the door and listening, waiting for her scent if she didn't see him or the partly cracked door. The dinner had been torturous and far too quiet, stares and whispers being cast though no one had said a thing and hardly anyone lifted their eyes from their plates tonight. In the span of a few growls and spits and the barest of glances, enough was said to accuse and wonder about his activities with the sweetest princess of the brood. He didn't care about their thoughts, but his discretion was held for her sake, especially under the scrutinous eyes of her father. His fights with Lindsay hadn't gone unreported, nor the sneers under Rory's nose at the buxom brunette he coveted as a toy to play with if he could get the girl out of the man's clutches for a moment. Far above and beyond what that plaything did to him was this petite blonde marvel who wrapped him tighter than a spring with just a glance of her green eyes. Their gaze locked continually over the cordon bleu and freely pouring wine, though he hardly noticed any of that on the table in front of him tonight. Time for dessert, though it had nothing at all to do with custard and fruit that was being sent around the table in their absence. As she came up past the door, he pulled it open further into the darkness behind him, beckoning her silently to join him.
Her profile paused as the door opened and slowly she turned towards the darkened room and the man obscured by shadows, that only enhanced his appeal. She'd never thought too much about him, further than their playful banter and taunting of each other, she'd never really considered him an option though he was always thought of as a friend and part of her family. She'd been -what she was raised to be -better than.. a real snobby b*tch when she wanted, but she'd not ever thought less of him, just didn't see him as more. In the span of one very hot night, he'd showed her just how wrong she was.. and was teaching her just how hot he could make her.. every time they were close. Sometimes she really was unsure of how he felt, physically it seemed obvious, but she was scared, finding the need, the craving was something more than that for her. She had fallen for him and was playing a dangerous game as she teased and enticed him, wanting to wrap him up in her and hoping he'd need her just as badly as she did him. Her tongue slipped over soft pink lips as she moved into the room, the short skirt fluttering around lean legs and her hips in a gentle sway. Lily smiled invitingly as her hand rested on her hip and an eyebrow raised in question at him.
"You have something to say?" His cool, nearly cold comment was more a warning than a question as the door moved under his hand, slowly closing them in the darkness. He could see her quite clearly in the dim light from the window overlooking the back of the estate and the orchard-lined fences beyond the stables and the city lights further beyond in the clear distance. Right now it was just the two of them in all the world, his hand continuing from the closed door to pull her to him and his kiss, taking anything she had to say away with the tense and heated welcome for her he'd been holding back for the past hour.
Her mouth had opened a little to answer or question his warning, the heat rising in her cheeks at his words, but instead her mouth was met with his kiss. Her lips already parted she easily took the kiss deeper, the longing showing through the cooler teasing from earlier. She fell hard against his chest, wrapping her arms around him instead of shoving away, her leg shifting and curling up on his.
His hand fell naturally to the caress of her knee that raised against his, following up the smooth expanse of slender leg to her skirt that rested only slightly covering her against him. His comment to 'follow' him again was hinted silently as he turned with her to move deeper into the room, guided to the pale light beneath the window and the sofa there.
His hint was more than taken as he moved and her light form lifted from the floor, lean strong legs wrapping around his waist. Her petite frame entwining and entangling gently as her hands shifted to caress his muscled arms, massaging gently as she 'offered' him to take her where he wanted.