Sex, Anyone? (open post)

[glacianbitch]

Karla, having been brushed by Set's wind, is wandering through the halls of the Mansion, looking for someone to flirt with. And maybe a little more than flirting.

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[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire, ignorant of said wind and it's side-effects, is currently carrying a huge manuscript down the very same hall, sees her and pauses for a brief greeting. "Afternoon, mademoiselle."

[glacianbitch]

Karla's grin blooms. Her tastes may have changed, but not her personality. She looks the stranger up and down critically and decides that she likes what she sees. "Kiss kiss," she says, walking her fingers up his arm. "Who would you be? I don't think I've seen you before." She looks up at him through long, pale, eyelashes.

[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire is so surprised he nearly drops the manuscript. "Pierre Gringoire. And you are?"

[glacianbitch]

She moves a little closer, her hand trailing down along his chest playfully. "Karla," she says. "Hello. Lovely to meet you." She notes his expression and laughs richly. "Oh dear. I hope I haven't discomfited you."

[theblondgypsy]

At the touch, he actually does drop the manuscript. "No, not at all..."

[glacianbitch]

She grins and bends over, gathering the pages together. She sets them down on a table and moves a little closer, twining her arms around his neck. Her wicked grin grows wider. She looks up at him. "Good," she says softly. "I should feel just terrible if I had done anything of the kind."

((typist: She's going to kill me when she gets out of this...but heck, I'm having fun...))

[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire's brain is wavering between What in God's name is going on and Well, lucky me! "Well, that's good to know!"

typist: XD Should I be planning Gringoire's funeral?

[glacianbitch]

Karla's hands move up from his neck and tangle in his hair, pulling his head down to her height. She grins, her eyes dancing with glee. "Yes," she agrees, "It is." She brushes her other hand along his cheek, coming to rest with her fingers splayed on his shoulder. "Kiss kiss," she says again, her mouth brushing his neck lightly.

[theblondgypsy]

And for one time in his life, the poet is finding it very difficult to form words. He finally laughs. "My God! You're very forward aren't you?"

[glacianbitch]

She smiles wickedly at him. "Just a little," she purrs, softly. "And only with the right people." She winks broadly at him and leans into him, pressing her hips against his body lightly.

[theblondgypsy]

Groans slightly. "Am I the right person, then?"

[glacianbitch]

Her fingers brush lightly across his lips. "I should think so."

[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire resonds by putting his hands on her waist. "I must make quite of an impression then. You've only just met me!"

[glacianbitch]

"Indeed," she says with a grin, her hands moving to knead his shoulders. "Quite the impression. I must say I'm impressed." She loops her arms around his waist and pulls him closer, twining one leg around the back of his knee.

[theblondgypsy]

He smiles back, not believing his luck. "Well then," he murmurs before leaning in.

[glacianbitch]

Relishing the moment, Karla hesitates. But only a moment. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling his head down again and pressing her lips firmly to his, tongue flicking lightly against his closed mouth.