Desire sighed at it fingered the red sofa in its hotel room. There was a bed through a door that Desire had never actually bothered to use, not even with John, and this sofa had seen quite a bit
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Desire opened the door wearing... well... it was difficult to tell what Desire was wearing. That wasn't to say Desire wasn't wearing anything, but it had an air to it that the clothing was unimportant and what it wore just emphasized what was underneath. Whatever it was wearing was dark, and soft, and pleasing to the senses.
It smiled at Sonya, all invitation and welcome. The sad thing was, at that particular moment it was truly happy to see her. One had to wonder how long such a reaction would last? How long would it take for Desire - or Sonya - to get bored?
"Come in," it stepped aside to make room for her, gesturing her into its room. The hotel room smelled distinctly of Desire, something sweet and a little musky with a highlight of cigarettes and just a touch of something completely undefinable.
The red couch stood in the center, and its walls were a normal hotel colour, but there was little else in the room. If she were to look up, there would be a bar and some chains hidden in one corner of the ceiling, along with a few doors that led to - presumably - the bathroom, bedroom, and... somewhere else. The kitchen was discreetly off to one side.
The smell, the feeling of the room hit Sonya full on, and she suddenly felt rather over dressed as she stepped inside, taking in the rest of the room.
The chains set off some bad memories, which she promptly shut away.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. That was what she came here for..one of the reasons anyway, and if she did get bored she could always leave-nothing lost or gained.
"You were right, this is nice." It definitely 'matched' its owner.
Desire shut the door and turned around. Resting its hands on her shoulders gently, it looked at the room over her shoulder.
"Home sweet home," it said eventually. Its fingers worked lightly over her shoulders, and the tense muscles there. It had certainly been right, she didn't relax enough.
Sonya would've agreed, she didn't relax enough. Her duty in the army, the tournament, the invasion-Sonya had been constantly 'fighting' and training to fight for years now. Was it any surprise that the 'sudden' break that the village gave her would be met with reluctance.
The voice it gave was seductive, it's fingers on her soft, yet firm as it rubbed her shoulders.
"Of course not. Do whatever you want." The invitation was clear, and Desire said it as it sauntered into the kitchen for her drink.
There were some chinks and sloshing in the minute or so that Sonya was left alone and Desire took the time to start pushing her buttons from the kitchen.
Desire didn't tend to drink much, but it poured itself a glass of wine to help her feel more at home. With a drink in each hand it came back into the the room.
She took off her shoes and socks, setting them in a neat pile by the couch and leaned back. Almost unware of it, she unbuttoned her shirt halfway, considering what her host wore, she didn't think it mattered much, and she really felt a little over dressed.
At any other time or place, Sonya would've felt the invitation as bait for a trap, but for one reason or another she didn't get that feeling here. As much as her 'host' may have a way with words, she felt it was being honest about this.
Sonya turned her head as she heard the being return with drinks.
"You're welcome, Sonya." Desire settled on the couch next to her, one arm draping over the back and the other resting on the arm. It took a sip of wine and stretched its long legs out in front of it.
Deciding to go for a quick bout of small talk while they had their drinks, it asked how her day was. its voice was smooth and silky, with a slight chill and gentle drape much like the fabric. It watched her waiting for the response.
Even if the small-talk was going to be quick, the rest of the evening was going to play out wonderfully and not 'quick' at all.
She accepted the whiskey, letting the liquid burn down her throat. For reasons even unknown to her, Sonya wasn't exactly a lightweight-it took a lot to get her plastered, but that didn't mean she couldn't try to enjoy it. Being with adult company helped too.
Taking a hint, or maybe just to get more comfortable, Sonya turned so that her back was resting against the armrest, one leg tucked under the other.
In response to the question, she said it was boring and routine, but nothing she could complain about. She then asked It the same question.
The touch felt good and It's hands were warm and soft, unlike Sonya's which were 'womanly' but rough from combat and fire arms. She closed her eyes a moment and nodded, stretching out her legs along the couch.
Desire started at her ankle, and stroked along her foot before focusing its attention on the arch, and toes, and other areas specifically.
It didn't do things for other people very often, but it was nice to have a simpler evening sometimes. With John it was always pain and fire, rough and tumble. Desire wasn't thinking that women were different - some of its more deliciously dangerous times had been with women - but having a softer beginning was nice.
Not that Desire planned to make it a habit or anything.
If Desire had asked, Sonya would've said that she had enough 'pain, fire, and roughness' as part of her career in the military. A relaxing evening was more her taste, and the way she was feeling right now, if more physical pleasure entered the picture, she'd welcome that too.
A low moan escaped her throat as It massaged her foot.
She had no plans of making this a habit-it wasn't in her, but once and awhile couldn't hurt. Hell, she might actually get a decent night's sleep for once-without the 'dreamless sleep' potion.
Its hands switched feet, before beginning to move up her calves.
Desire was like an addiction, often times you meant to only try it and before you could catch yourself you would do anything for more. But some people could turn that off. Maybe she could, too. It would keep watching her, after this night. It might even enlist Faramir's help some more.
And if she had bothered to say something about the dreamless sleep aloud, Desire would have mockingly informed her of its addictive properties. It always had been one for irony.
((ooc: I feel like I just used irony wrong, but if I did I can't find the proper word to replace it. Do you know?))
She didn't protest as she felt the hands move up to her calves. Sonya could've easily 'turned it off', but she was determined not to, not tonight. Tommorow she'd go back to being a hard-ass, ice bitch, but right now she wanted to enjoy herself. Sonya once let herelf starve instead of living a comfortable life with an enemy-it was nothing new for her.
As for 'dreamless sleep', she was duly warned about its properties and only regulated it to once or twice a week-enough to make sure she didn't go totally sleep deprived. Sonya's own mother was a severe alchoholic, and she'd seen what addiction could do. The real irony came with her mother's addiction fueled Sonya's desire to join the army-and thus train to being able to deny her own desires for the greater of the whole group.
It smiled at Sonya, all invitation and welcome. The sad thing was, at that particular moment it was truly happy to see her. One had to wonder how long such a reaction would last? How long would it take for Desire - or Sonya - to get bored?
"Come in," it stepped aside to make room for her, gesturing her into its room. The hotel room smelled distinctly of Desire, something sweet and a little musky with a highlight of cigarettes and just a touch of something completely undefinable.
The red couch stood in the center, and its walls were a normal hotel colour, but there was little else in the room. If she were to look up, there would be a bar and some chains hidden in one corner of the ceiling, along with a few doors that led to - presumably - the bathroom, bedroom, and... somewhere else. The kitchen was discreetly off to one side.
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The chains set off some bad memories, which she promptly shut away.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. That was what she came here for..one of the reasons anyway, and if she did get bored she could always leave-nothing lost or gained.
"You were right, this is nice." It definitely 'matched' its owner.
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"Home sweet home," it said eventually. Its fingers worked lightly over her shoulders, and the tense muscles there. It had certainly been right, she didn't relax enough.
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The voice it gave was seductive, it's fingers on her soft, yet firm as it rubbed her shoulders.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax.
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"Would you like something to drink?" No one would say Desire didn't at least attempt to be hospitable. It gestured her over to the couch.
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Sonya looked over at the kitchen, then back over at the couch and took a seat.
She wasn't rarely drank, the last time she got druck resulted in her turning volatile and violent-but an occasional drink with company couldn't hurt.
"Whiskey on the rocks," She said, keeping an eye in the direction of the kitchen. "If you have any."
She leaned down a little. "Don't mind if I take off my shoes, do you?" It was an honest question.
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There were some chinks and sloshing in the minute or so that Sonya was left alone and Desire took the time to start pushing her buttons from the kitchen.
Desire didn't tend to drink much, but it poured itself a glass of wine to help her feel more at home. With a drink in each hand it came back into the the room.
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At any other time or place, Sonya would've felt the invitation as bait for a trap, but for one reason or another she didn't get that feeling here. As much as her 'host' may have a way with words, she felt it was being honest about this.
Sonya turned her head as she heard the being return with drinks.
"Thanks."
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Deciding to go for a quick bout of small talk while they had their drinks, it asked how her day was. its voice was smooth and silky, with a slight chill and gentle drape much like the fabric. It watched her waiting for the response.
Even if the small-talk was going to be quick, the rest of the evening was going to play out wonderfully and not 'quick' at all.
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Taking a hint, or maybe just to get more comfortable, Sonya turned so that her back was resting against the armrest, one leg tucked under the other.
In response to the question, she said it was boring and routine, but nothing she could complain about. She then asked It the same question.
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After taking another sip of wine, Desire set the glass on a table next to the couch and reached out a delicate hand to stroke Sonya's ankle.
"Would you like a foot massage?"
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It didn't do things for other people very often, but it was nice to have a simpler evening sometimes. With John it was always pain and fire, rough and tumble. Desire wasn't thinking that women were different - some of its more deliciously dangerous times had been with women - but having a softer beginning was nice.
Not that Desire planned to make it a habit or anything.
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A low moan escaped her throat as It massaged her foot.
She had no plans of making this a habit-it wasn't in her, but once and awhile couldn't hurt. Hell, she might actually get a decent night's sleep for once-without the 'dreamless sleep' potion.
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Desire was like an addiction, often times you meant to only try it and before you could catch yourself you would do anything for more. But some people could turn that off. Maybe she could, too. It would keep watching her, after this night. It might even enlist Faramir's help some more.
And if she had bothered to say something about the dreamless sleep aloud, Desire would have mockingly informed her of its addictive properties. It always had been one for irony.
((ooc: I feel like I just used irony wrong, but if I did I can't find the proper word to replace it. Do you know?))
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As for 'dreamless sleep', she was duly warned about its properties and only regulated it to once or twice a week-enough to make sure she didn't go totally sleep deprived. Sonya's own mother was a severe alchoholic, and she'd seen what addiction could do. The real irony came with her mother's addiction fueled Sonya's desire to join the army-and thus train to being able to deny her own desires for the greater of the whole group.
ooc: it works.
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