deuce: two scenes
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[03:48] wobblefluff: wobblefluff (00:07:21):"I was.... I wasn't always this hungry." Her body ached at the desperate pace in which he slammed her against the wood, as short as it was. She gasped for air when she was crushed against it, her body pressed so intimately against this man, cheek against his bare chest. Luda groaned as he pulled away, her insides feeling a little worse for wear even as more of her arousal dribbled down her thighs. heavens above she wanted more.... perhaps she should hurry back to her room where her fingers can finish the job. "Shall.... shall you require more assistance?" She asked with a tiny tremor of hope, her cheeks flushed with need, and her body just begging for release. poly2deuces2 (00:09:57):He braced his hands against the tub and leaned there for a moment. Caught his breath. Although he was hardly a young man, he felt he could be at her again in very little time. "That shave." he grunted and then looked her way with heat in his eyes. "Then I repay the kindness." wobblefluff (00:12:03):"Mmm.... very well." She grinned, standing slowly and reaching for the blade. Luda returned with awkward steps, straddling his lap to shave him. poly2deuces2 (00:13:09):He was in the bath by them and the hot water sent steam up all around them. He settled back with her on his lap and lay back his head. Trusted her..though there was still that wariness. Almost casually his fingers found her cunt again. He let two inside her. She was so wet...it would take no time at all. wobblefluff (00:14:45):She was about to lower the blade to his face when he touched her, and she bit back a moan. "Perhaps you should... leave me be till I finish... Wouldn't want to scratch you, now would we." She chuckled, cleanly and efficiently decimating his beard, her fingers gentle against his cheek.
[03:49] poly2deuces2: "Can you wait that long?" his voice was low and rough with heat.
[03:52] wobblefluff: "I have learned patience." She teased, though her own body was flushed with excitement. Her fingers sliced away at his beard with trained expertise, revealing more and more of his features to her.
[03:55] poly2deuces2: He couldn't keep his hands off her. They slid up under her arms and cupped her heavy breasts. His thumbs flicked at her nipples and he grinned. "You needn't use it now."
[03:57] wobblefluff: Luda gasped, shivering with delight. "I must earn my keep, sir." She grinned, slicing his beard cleanly and as fast as she could until he was completely shaven. "Now... that's..." Her fingers traced the large scar on his face, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
[04:00] poly2deuces2: He gave a rueful smile. Would she run away or just go cold and polite? His eyes cast down. "Now you see, Mistress, why I hardly feared you slipping. Would do no harm, as you see." His fingers slipped up over her back and he sighed again.
[04:00] poly2deuces2: ((they're in the tub together yes? is she naked?))
[04:10] poly2deuces2: ((mmm.)(
[04:18] wobblefluff: (sorry, the phone rang.)
[04:18] wobblefluff: (Yes, I think so.)
[04:19] wobblefluff: "This....." She brushed her fingers over it again and again, as if trying to see if it would rub off, or if it was a new one that happened to be there. But no, it seemed as old as the years she had lived without hope, and her throat tightened. "I know this scar."
[04:20] poly2deuces2: In a flash his large hand had grabbed her wrist. He held it in a brutal grip and his eyes were hard and dangerous. "My sins were punished with a mark, as Cain was." he said, low. "I cannot keep you from seeing but I'll thank you not to touch."
[04:23] wobblefluff: Her eyes flashed at the hard grip, and she yanked at her wrist sharply. "You..... you're back." She hissed angrily, fist clenching hard. "You bastard. Have you come here to steal another girl's virginity?"
[04:24] poly2deuces2: Those dark brows shot up. "Christ, woman! What are you on about?" he took her wrists. A precaution. "Calm yourself."
[04:29] wobblefluff: It was only the surprise, and terrible realisation in her heart that he didn't recognise her which stopped her from lashing out at him physically. There was a flash of deep hurt, of sorrow before she used her anger as a shield and hid behind dark, flashing eyes. "What else do you wish to take from me..." She whispered, tugging at her wrists even as tears rose in her throat.
[04:31] poly2deuces2: He held her still but this time sunk her hands down into the water. Made it clear he didn't wish to hurt her. "Nothing, Mistress." he said. Wary. "Only good rest and cheer...and you'll be paid for..." he swallowed. "For the pleasure we took together, if that's how it goes." He had thought that she wanted him too...now of course she thought differently. After seeing his scar. "I see I am not what you would have chosen."
[04:35] wobblefluff: Why did he have to be so thoughtful?... So..... Heated tears welled in her eyes, and she shook her head harshly, eyes looking into his. "Don't you... Don't you remember me?" She whispered brokenly, hands curling into fists against his abdomen, "Even then... even then I refused to take your money. Why would I do so now?..."
[04:37] poly2deuces2: Tears! A hardened warrrior, he'd killed dozens of men. Hundreds, perhaps. He had survived two campaigns to the Holy Land. Still a woman's tears undid him. "Lady, I..." he stopped and then searched her eyes. "Who are you? I am...no one. How can you know me?"
[04:41] wobblefluff: "You... you were the first true man.... the first true man I had ever met... And you took me. In this very inn...." Luda whispered, searching his face, his expression for anything...something that meant she was more than a worthless, desperate girl. "You... You gave me..."
[04:41] wobblefluff: A shaking, tear-filled breath and she couldn't continue speaking.
[04:45] poly2deuces2: Without thinking he moved. Those battle hewn arms pulled her tightly to him and he crushed her against his chest. What could she mean? His throat felt tight. He didn't dare speak. "Shhh." he soothed. He petted and stroked her. Swallowed down the lump in his throat. Finally, "How...how can you know?"
[04:50] wobblefluff: She pressed her face to his chest, shoulders shaking as she cried silently. "It can't be... can't be anyone else..." She was so sure... those scars.... She remembered them as clear as day, when she lay in bed alone, or watched the offiicers when they bathed... Luda had watched and waited and yearned for those scars... the evidence of the one man she had longed for all these years. "I remember.... each.... each of these." Her lips brushed over the oldest marks on his chest... his shoulders. "It can't be.... can't be anyone else."
[04:53] poly2deuces2: He watched her and his heart gave a strange sideways clench. "You do know me." His voice was stuffed with awe and disbelief. "You are right...I wear my sins on my flash as few men do." a sad smile. He stroked her damp hair and finally pulled back. His hand cupped her cheek and made her look at him. "The years have been long and..." his hand touched a shallow dent that made his temple concave. "My memory is not what it was. Tell me...tell me of this time." A memory flashed in his head....he'd mentioned it just that night. A virgin...in an in...no. It couldn't be.
[05:00] wobblefluff: Her eyes looked deep into his, trying to memorise his features, his voice, his touch. "I was... a cheeky... prideful little thing. You.... You needed a bath, and..." She spoke softly, her breath hitching once or twice on the tears. "It was... it was in a chamber just like this. You took me. In the tub... In the bed when we awoke... For three days. Three days you held me and kept me... You showed me... Life." Her hands rose to splay across his chest, up his neck to his jaw. "You... you promised to remember me."
[05:01] poly2deuces2: As first he was wary. Almost supicious. After all this time... "No..." came the whisper. As she'd spoken his eyes had slowly widened more and more. "Heaven above. It couldn't be...."
[05:03] wobblefluff: Luda leaned forward to bury her face against his neck, as if tired from speaking her most treasured memory. "Yes. Its... It is I. The same... The same dark skinned girl of your lost memories."
[05:14] poly2deuces2: "How...how can this be?" His hands stroked her and he felt suddenly lightheaded. "My little maid..." the memory was so faint. More of a fantasy... "The Inn...it's so different. And you!" he pulled her back and inspected her face. "Not a girl any longer."
[05:17] wobblefluff: She looked up at him, feeling so frail and scared now that she was in the arms of the man she had loved. Her first... Small fingers now slightly calloused with years of work roved over his features tenderly, and she kissed him. "I haven't been a girl for a long time, sir... The years... the war..." Her eyes slid aside, averted in hidden shame. "I have changed."
[05:25] poly2deuces2: "Yes. The war." he couldn't let her look away. Not in shame. Anything but that. Large hands cupped her face and he forced her to look at him. "Forgive me. I've seen to much to keep memories of anything beautiful." he looked ashamed now. "And you were. You seemed a blessing in the middle of...all that rot."
[05:29] wobblefluff: Luda bit back a whimper at how gentle she was with her. No one had been so gentle... so tender. "There's... There's no need to apologise." She had long forgotten her fantasies of making him feel sorry for leaving her the way he had. And now... it didn't seem to matter. "I'm... just...." Unable to take his gentleness, she slipped pass his grip to paste a desperate kiss upon his lips, her delicate fingers pressing firmly into his muscled chest.
[05:32] poly2deuces2: He hadn't be prepared for that kiss. He had no mind at all to reisist. In a moment he was kissing and kissing her. He crushed her against him and bit her tongue in his haste. He was overcome with sudden passion.
[05:34] wobblefluff: She couldn't deal with any emotion, shelving it away to worry about later. She moaned
[05:34] wobblefluff: (woops,more,sorry)
[05:44] wobblefluff: she couldn't deal with the emotion, shelving it away to worry about later. Luda moaned softly, pressing her blunt nails into his skin as she kissed back. Her body pressed to his, and she pushed up onto her knees to slip her tongue deeper into his mouth, tilting her head and pushing even closer.
[05:51] wobblefluff: (DId you get my post? I disconnected >_< )
[05:51] poly2deuces2: ((got it))
[05:51] wobblefluff: (Phew. <3 )
[05:54] poly2deuces2: She was kissing him. She was so beautiful. Could he be blamed for taking the easy way? He wanted to talk more with her but..the water was hot. The road had been long. She was there and naked in his arms... With a moan Hugh lifted her against him and slipped a hand behind to tease between her legs. Kissed her with growing need.
[05:56] wobblefluff: There was so much simplicity in carnal desire, and it was ridiculously easy to slip back into the mood. Things were complicated, her life was complicated... Him... He was the one who had been there before everything had changed, and she sought comfort in him. She moaned at his touch, spreading her thighs wider even as a hand slipped down to touch his length. This time, she would pleasure him as much as he had pleasured her.
[06:02] poly2deuces2: His hand slipped between the full cheeks of her ass. He spread her and touched her. Finally his fingers found her cunt and he thrust one in. Two. He worked her slowly...terribly slowly. A grown pulled from him at the touch of her hand and he gasped. "D-don't...be shy."
[06:04] wobblefluff: "Shyness.... I've lost it years ago, I'm afraid." She smirked as she whispered huskily into his ear, tugging at the lobe with her teeth. Her breath shuddered against his skin as she shifted her hips against his hand, angling herself better. Her palm closed over his thick velvety skin, teasing the head with a small squeeze before she started to stroke him.
[06:09] poly2deuces2: "I don't mind it." he rasped. Her teeth! That got a moan from him and he was fucking her with two fingers now...slow and steady. His thumb rubbed against her ass. He couldn't help his hips jerking against her hand. "Ah! My little maid."
[06:12] wobblefluff: She gasped at the sensations that assaulted her from his slow movements, shuddering when he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Pushing out her ass against his thumb, Luda ran her fingers from the tip of his erection down to the base, caressing his balls with her other hand. Her teeth found the juncture of his neck, biting down non-too-gently. "No longer little, sir Knight." She whispered.
[06:14] poly2deuces2: "And no longer a maid." he chuckled. It became a gasp soon enough. He let his hips slide out so that her ass floated agianst him. Finers worked harder. The knuckle of his thumb pushed against her ass, rubbing. He bit at her ears. "Tell me. Did I leave you with good memories? Were you glad for me taking your maidenhead?"
[06:21] wobblefluff: Her head bobbed slightly as she nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan of need. "Yes... yes. So... so glad." It had been the best three days of her life, the most treasured and beautiful memories she held. Unable to resist, she stroked him harder, her fingers dancing over his hard length expertly.
[06:23] poly2deuces2: He couldn't bear it. "Sometimes I believe..." he gasped. "That it never happened at all. Only a dream...some fever dream from the battleground." He felt sudden shame at this. There was a time before he'd been a soldier... he couldn't remember it.
[06:27] poly2deuces2: ((need to get rolling soon. in a while))
[06:27] wobblefluff: "A good dream, at least?" She asked hopefully, trailing warm, wet kisses up his neck. "I've... I've always remembered. Always waited." Her own confession was soft, and her fingers squeezed him reassuringly. "I do no hold it against you. Not anymore."
[06:30] poly2deuces2: "Oh yes." he assured her. Truly he had almost forgotten those lovely three days. Somehow she had stayed in his mind. Even as a shadow or a dream... he frigged her harder and finally groaned. "Put it inside you." came the gruff command. And then, desperate/ "Please."
[06:36] wobblefluff: Luda arched a little at the way he fucked her hard with his fingers, leaning up to kiss him with desperate lust. "No need to be so polite." She gasped out, shifting her hips slightly. Her hands guided him to her cunt. She tugged his fingers out impatiently before impaling herself on his erection with a hard downward thrust of her hips.
[06:41] poly2deuces2: It was perfect. A virgin was sweet in her innocence. A woman...he'd come to appreciate a woman with experience. A woman who knew her own mind, unafraid of loving. She clamped him and he moaned. "Just wait." he bit her ear. His paws spread on her backside and pulled her down onto him. :"Keep milking me so and you shall hear such blasphemies...."
[06:44] wobblefluff: "good... Excellent. Marvellous." She laughed, clenching her muscles tight on him, gasping sharply when he filled her so deeply... "Blaspheme.... blaspheme while I still have you, or I shall be rather cross." Her lips captured his hungrily, sucking and biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Her fingers slid down his large biceps to clutch him as she grinded her hips into his.
[06:45] poly2deuces2: ((and with that i must leave you.))
[04:17] torn tuxedo: A random took his place next to the woman sipping at her glass, if only to reach over and brush against her arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dahlia simply ignored his stupidity and shifted her gaze to George. Whoever that had reached out to her was now sneering at himself, really, ruffling his hair with a bit of resentment and a mumble of incoherent words. "Some people," she breathed, finishing off her glass of whiskey before brushing her hand along George's cheek. "Pay, and follow." Dahlia waited momentarily, George paying for whatever it was they had consumed before the woman tugged him out of the pub and across the street into the hotel. She had no desire to remain near men that continously wanted her attention, unless it was George and no other. Every other step she took, she shifted her gaze across her shoulder to look at him with a toothy grin, pulling him along by the hand until they found themselves in a familiar room... "I do hope that you did not expect for us to stay there much longer."
[04:22] poly2deuces2: "For propriety's sake, my darling." George was disaffected...then when wasn't he? He went strait to the small bad and started mixing a drink. "The more abandoned the place is, the better. Less mouths to go blabbing to your fiancee...or have you forgotten him?" his eyes were on her, always.
[04:27] torn tuxedo: "I don't forget, dear. I just.. Let the memory slide from my mind for as long as I'd like," she replied, waving a hand in an idle manner. "Besides, if you had a care for that, would you be with me?" Dahlia dropped her bag to the night table, removing the small amounts of jewelery from her body with a smirk. It didn't take her much too long before she was reaching behind herself to undo the clasps of her dress. "Help me, please?" Her question was more of a request, and she shifted, pulling her hair from her back to bare her back to him.
[04:29] poly2deuces2: He smirked. Without a work hands lifted her and set her down facing the large mirror over the vanity. "Yes." he said. "I don't care a jot what the old pig says or does." his hands undid the first three jewelled clasps of her dress. "You should, though. He's getting his fingers into your purse, and you're letting him."
[04:35] torn tuxedo: Dahlia drew in a deep breath; not only at the feel of George's hands, but his words as well. "How about we let ourselves not talk about that fool, yes?" She turned a bit, glancing over her shoulder at him, letting her dress fall from her body like warm butter. The fabric fluttered to the floor, and she stepped from the pool with a smooth grace. "When I am with you, and even when I am not with you, I think about our times together." Her hands came up to cup his face, coming in for a soft kiss. "I think about you always, actually..."
[04:38] poly2deuces2: He took her kiss. Why wouldn't she listen? George caught her wrists as she turned to him and looked at her strait. "It needs talking about." he said harshly...and relented. A put upon sigh. "But not tonight." Another kiss. This one was hungry.
[04:41] torn tuxedo: She said nothing. She couldn't say a thing, with the way that he kissed her. One hand came up to grasp along the back of his neck, pressing herself against his body, flushing her chest along his own. The other grabbed at his waist, her tongue slipping passed her lips to stroke along his, a quiet, small noise rumbling her throat as she did so.
[04:46] poly2deuces2: She was a winning creature! George laughed against her mouth and pulled away suddenly. "Tell me what you think about." he ordered. One eyebrow quirked. "What terrible, naughty things does my flower have on her mind?"
[04:54] torn tuxedo: She giggled at his words, her hand coming up to cover her lips before her fingertips met his own, tracing them. "Oh, everything and anything you're willing to do to me. I won't complain or reject you, my dear." Her words were mere whispers, never even giving a second thought when her hands roamed his clothed body. "Undress yourself."
[05:00] poly2deuces2: "No." he smirked and waited for her girlish protests. Dahlia was amusing. Far too fond, though, of her own way. "I'm keeping them on." She'd ask him why. He wanted her to. He kissed her hard, bit her lip. With a sudden movement he spun her to face the mirror once more. His hands went over her girdle and her garter belt. The satin was silky under his fingertips. "What shall I do to you?" from behind he took her chin in a stern grip. "Now be specific."
[05:04] torn tuxedo: She could not help herself, and gasped with every move. Dahlia wasn't going to take control; she wasn't going to fight him only because she loved this. It was the reason why she was with him in the first place. "Fuck me," she finally said, looking first at herself in the mirror before shifting her eyes to him just over her shoulder. "Fuck me however you'd like, George. I want you." Her hands drifted, one brushing along his thigh, moving upward slightly, the other remaining still. "And if you will not undress yourself, then undress me."
[05:15] torn tuxedo: ( hoping you didn't, um, pass out over there. )
[05:23] poly2deuces2: (shit came up. give me a sec)
[05:24] torn tuxedo: ( gotcha. okay. )
[05:31] poly2deuces2: Quick as a flash his hand moved. Took her chin again and wrenched her head around to stare at the mirror. He was smirking at her reflection. "Listen to that language! I thought the Garringers were a proper bunch!" his hand reached around. Started unpinning her girdle. Slow. Efficient. "Don't think Daddy would like to hear his Grand Lady of the Stage talking such rot. Do you?" the hand on her chin circled her neck.
[05:34] torn tuxedo: "We can be as proper as we'd like sometimes," she said with a smirk, never flinching even at the worst bit of his movemtns. "I am not completely like the rest of them, George." She loved the way that he took control; loved the way that he was so harsh with her body even in the beginning. This was why Dahlia had never forced herself out of his grip or complained about how hard he had been with her. "My father would be furious with me if he heard such foul words spilling from my mouth," she spat, clutching his trousers with a hand. "But he isn't here, now is he?"
[05:36] poly2deuces2: Ah. She hadn't seen it then. With a grin that promised wickedness George rised a brow. "Are you very sure of that?"
[05:39] torn tuxedo: "Quite sure, dear," she replied in almost a whisper, wriggling free of the rest of the fabric that constricted her, turning on the balls of her feet to face him the best that she could, willing herself to kiss him. "And if I was not, I would not care..."
[05:41] poly2deuces2: He grinned and spun her again. He'd paid the concierge quite a bit to hang the portrait in a rented suite. This would be worth it. It hung on the wall under a brocaded balance. It watched them with noble and stern eyes. He swept a hand over his lover's belly. "I wonder if he approves of your looks." his thumbs hooked into her garter belt and drew it down.
[05:42] poly2deuces2: ((he's an asshole.))
[05:43] torn tuxedo: ( ahaha. )
[05:46] torn tuxedo: Dahlia gasped against his hands, the way that he pushed her, the way that he tucked her back into position to look at the mirror as well as the portrait. Her eyes flickered up, then back to their reflection. "He would have left me long ago, if he did not approve of anything about me, my love." She swallowed, her lips parted ever so slightly at his touch. "But now... Now... Well I do not care if he approves of anything."
[05:52] poly2deuces2: "Ah but you can't do without his approval." he mocked. "At least...publicly." His hand came up. Caressed her breasts. One nipple was caught and his pinched it cruelly. "You talk bold, my flowed. Can you be my wicked thing with those eyes watching?"
[05:55] torn tuxedo: Her lower lip fell into her mouth, chewing at it lightly. A quiet moan threatened to escape her fully the moment he rolled her nipple, nodding a bit soon after. "I can be whatever you'd like," she said, opening her mouth thus letting her lip free. "Anything you'd like."
[06:01] poly2deuces2: "What I'd like..." he whispered and bit her ear. "Is for you to keep your eyes on that portrait. Don't take your peepers off Daddy." He sat behind her on the convinient vanity bench. His hand loopwed around her. Pressed to the wet between her thigh. He wondered if it would take longer...or not.
[06:01] poly2deuces2: ((I hope she has daddy issues. that makes this so much more wrong))
[06:02] torn tuxedo: ( oh, totally. )
[06:03] poly2deuces2: ((right on))
[06:06] torn tuxedo: A light gasp came from her, her vision flickering back to the portrait, then toward the ground in an attempt to keep her gaze from looking. "Oh... But why, George?" She moaned through his name, nipping at her tongue and trying desperately not to look up at the picture again. "God, why? You are what I want. I don't want... I don't want to look at him."
[06:07] poly2deuces2: "Because, my dear..." his hand pressed for a moment before starting to slowly circle her. "I wish it." His other hand pinched a nipple with slow pressure. "Because I tell you to."
[06:10] torn tuxedo: Her brow furrowed, knitting close to the other. She looked up momentarily before her eyelids fell closed, giving in to the feel of him rather than his words. "Very well," she said, unsure really of what she was saying, or what he was asking of her. Pleasure had since taken over, and her hand raised along his arm, feeling for whatever she could reach. "Whatever you say... Whatever you say."
[06:12] poly2deuces2: He kept on until he could feel her starting to clench. He took her face in his hand suddenly and angled it. "Open those peepers, my love." came the stern order. "Look at those eyes! I don't think he cares for the show."
[06:16] torn tuxedo: "I can't! What do you want me to do? I just can't!" She shrugged away, wanting to destroy said portrait even through the strokes of his fingers and the voice that carressed her. "I don't give a damn if he cares for this. And if he did, I still would not." She tried to shift where she was, turning as much as she could to press her lips against his jawline, not quiet able to reach his lips.
[06:18] poly2deuces2: "Ha! How she protests. You'll do it, little one." he crooned. "Or you'll go to bed cold tonight. It's such a little thing I ask." and yet her surrender was what he wanted. It was always what he wanted..that power of her giving in to him. He began kissing her neck, her back. Used teeth, too. "Just do as I say."
[06:21] torn tuxedo: Again she surrendered, falling into his embrace. She had always found herself giving into him just by the way that he kissed her. The way that he used his teeth and his hands and everything else that he was able to bestow upon her. Dahlia was somehow able to ignore the harhness of his words to a point, only really looking for the pleasure that lay between them. She said nothing, merely nodding her head as he continued on his journey.
[06:22] poly2deuces2: "Are you watching it?" he demanded. Still at her back he worked her until she was slick. "Look at you! Hussy. Wet as a spring dawn."
[06:25] torn tuxedo: "Y--" she hissed, a whimper following suit. "Yes, I'm watching." She was able to ignore the rest of what he had said, so long as his words did not anger her. Rather, they only heightened her arousal, nibbling at her lip rather than groaning out his name. "Wet for you, and only because I know you want me, love. Why else would you be here, hm?" Her eyes rolled sideways, her head turning to look behind her toward him before looking away.
[03:48] wobblefluff: wobblefluff (00:07:21):"I was.... I wasn't always this hungry." Her body ached at the desperate pace in which he slammed her against the wood, as short as it was. She gasped for air when she was crushed against it, her body pressed so intimately against this man, cheek against his bare chest. Luda groaned as he pulled away, her insides feeling a little worse for wear even as more of her arousal dribbled down her thighs. heavens above she wanted more.... perhaps she should hurry back to her room where her fingers can finish the job. "Shall.... shall you require more assistance?" She asked with a tiny tremor of hope, her cheeks flushed with need, and her body just begging for release. poly2deuces2 (00:09:57):He braced his hands against the tub and leaned there for a moment. Caught his breath. Although he was hardly a young man, he felt he could be at her again in very little time. "That shave." he grunted and then looked her way with heat in his eyes. "Then I repay the kindness." wobblefluff (00:12:03):"Mmm.... very well." She grinned, standing slowly and reaching for the blade. Luda returned with awkward steps, straddling his lap to shave him. poly2deuces2 (00:13:09):He was in the bath by them and the hot water sent steam up all around them. He settled back with her on his lap and lay back his head. Trusted her..though there was still that wariness. Almost casually his fingers found her cunt again. He let two inside her. She was so wet...it would take no time at all. wobblefluff (00:14:45):She was about to lower the blade to his face when he touched her, and she bit back a moan. "Perhaps you should... leave me be till I finish... Wouldn't want to scratch you, now would we." She chuckled, cleanly and efficiently decimating his beard, her fingers gentle against his cheek.
[03:49] poly2deuces2: "Can you wait that long?" his voice was low and rough with heat.
[03:52] wobblefluff: "I have learned patience." She teased, though her own body was flushed with excitement. Her fingers sliced away at his beard with trained expertise, revealing more and more of his features to her.
[03:55] poly2deuces2: He couldn't keep his hands off her. They slid up under her arms and cupped her heavy breasts. His thumbs flicked at her nipples and he grinned. "You needn't use it now."
[03:57] wobblefluff: Luda gasped, shivering with delight. "I must earn my keep, sir." She grinned, slicing his beard cleanly and as fast as she could until he was completely shaven. "Now... that's..." Her fingers traced the large scar on his face, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
[04:00] poly2deuces2: He gave a rueful smile. Would she run away or just go cold and polite? His eyes cast down. "Now you see, Mistress, why I hardly feared you slipping. Would do no harm, as you see." His fingers slipped up over her back and he sighed again.
[04:00] poly2deuces2: ((they're in the tub together yes? is she naked?))
[04:10] poly2deuces2: ((mmm.)(
[04:18] wobblefluff: (sorry, the phone rang.)
[04:18] wobblefluff: (Yes, I think so.)
[04:19] wobblefluff: "This....." She brushed her fingers over it again and again, as if trying to see if it would rub off, or if it was a new one that happened to be there. But no, it seemed as old as the years she had lived without hope, and her throat tightened. "I know this scar."
[04:20] poly2deuces2: In a flash his large hand had grabbed her wrist. He held it in a brutal grip and his eyes were hard and dangerous. "My sins were punished with a mark, as Cain was." he said, low. "I cannot keep you from seeing but I'll thank you not to touch."
[04:23] wobblefluff: Her eyes flashed at the hard grip, and she yanked at her wrist sharply. "You..... you're back." She hissed angrily, fist clenching hard. "You bastard. Have you come here to steal another girl's virginity?"
[04:24] poly2deuces2: Those dark brows shot up. "Christ, woman! What are you on about?" he took her wrists. A precaution. "Calm yourself."
[04:29] wobblefluff: It was only the surprise, and terrible realisation in her heart that he didn't recognise her which stopped her from lashing out at him physically. There was a flash of deep hurt, of sorrow before she used her anger as a shield and hid behind dark, flashing eyes. "What else do you wish to take from me..." She whispered, tugging at her wrists even as tears rose in her throat.
[04:31] poly2deuces2: He held her still but this time sunk her hands down into the water. Made it clear he didn't wish to hurt her. "Nothing, Mistress." he said. Wary. "Only good rest and cheer...and you'll be paid for..." he swallowed. "For the pleasure we took together, if that's how it goes." He had thought that she wanted him too...now of course she thought differently. After seeing his scar. "I see I am not what you would have chosen."
[04:35] wobblefluff: Why did he have to be so thoughtful?... So..... Heated tears welled in her eyes, and she shook her head harshly, eyes looking into his. "Don't you... Don't you remember me?" She whispered brokenly, hands curling into fists against his abdomen, "Even then... even then I refused to take your money. Why would I do so now?..."
[04:37] poly2deuces2: Tears! A hardened warrrior, he'd killed dozens of men. Hundreds, perhaps. He had survived two campaigns to the Holy Land. Still a woman's tears undid him. "Lady, I..." he stopped and then searched her eyes. "Who are you? I am...no one. How can you know me?"
[04:41] wobblefluff: "You... you were the first true man.... the first true man I had ever met... And you took me. In this very inn...." Luda whispered, searching his face, his expression for anything...something that meant she was more than a worthless, desperate girl. "You... You gave me..."
[04:41] wobblefluff: A shaking, tear-filled breath and she couldn't continue speaking.
[04:45] poly2deuces2: Without thinking he moved. Those battle hewn arms pulled her tightly to him and he crushed her against his chest. What could she mean? His throat felt tight. He didn't dare speak. "Shhh." he soothed. He petted and stroked her. Swallowed down the lump in his throat. Finally, "How...how can you know?"
[04:50] wobblefluff: She pressed her face to his chest, shoulders shaking as she cried silently. "It can't be... can't be anyone else..." She was so sure... those scars.... She remembered them as clear as day, when she lay in bed alone, or watched the offiicers when they bathed... Luda had watched and waited and yearned for those scars... the evidence of the one man she had longed for all these years. "I remember.... each.... each of these." Her lips brushed over the oldest marks on his chest... his shoulders. "It can't be.... can't be anyone else."
[04:53] poly2deuces2: He watched her and his heart gave a strange sideways clench. "You do know me." His voice was stuffed with awe and disbelief. "You are right...I wear my sins on my flash as few men do." a sad smile. He stroked her damp hair and finally pulled back. His hand cupped her cheek and made her look at him. "The years have been long and..." his hand touched a shallow dent that made his temple concave. "My memory is not what it was. Tell me...tell me of this time." A memory flashed in his head....he'd mentioned it just that night. A virgin...in an in...no. It couldn't be.
[05:00] wobblefluff: Her eyes looked deep into his, trying to memorise his features, his voice, his touch. "I was... a cheeky... prideful little thing. You.... You needed a bath, and..." She spoke softly, her breath hitching once or twice on the tears. "It was... it was in a chamber just like this. You took me. In the tub... In the bed when we awoke... For three days. Three days you held me and kept me... You showed me... Life." Her hands rose to splay across his chest, up his neck to his jaw. "You... you promised to remember me."
[05:01] poly2deuces2: As first he was wary. Almost supicious. After all this time... "No..." came the whisper. As she'd spoken his eyes had slowly widened more and more. "Heaven above. It couldn't be...."
[05:03] wobblefluff: Luda leaned forward to bury her face against his neck, as if tired from speaking her most treasured memory. "Yes. Its... It is I. The same... The same dark skinned girl of your lost memories."
[05:14] poly2deuces2: "How...how can this be?" His hands stroked her and he felt suddenly lightheaded. "My little maid..." the memory was so faint. More of a fantasy... "The Inn...it's so different. And you!" he pulled her back and inspected her face. "Not a girl any longer."
[05:17] wobblefluff: She looked up at him, feeling so frail and scared now that she was in the arms of the man she had loved. Her first... Small fingers now slightly calloused with years of work roved over his features tenderly, and she kissed him. "I haven't been a girl for a long time, sir... The years... the war..." Her eyes slid aside, averted in hidden shame. "I have changed."
[05:25] poly2deuces2: "Yes. The war." he couldn't let her look away. Not in shame. Anything but that. Large hands cupped her face and he forced her to look at him. "Forgive me. I've seen to much to keep memories of anything beautiful." he looked ashamed now. "And you were. You seemed a blessing in the middle of...all that rot."
[05:29] wobblefluff: Luda bit back a whimper at how gentle she was with her. No one had been so gentle... so tender. "There's... There's no need to apologise." She had long forgotten her fantasies of making him feel sorry for leaving her the way he had. And now... it didn't seem to matter. "I'm... just...." Unable to take his gentleness, she slipped pass his grip to paste a desperate kiss upon his lips, her delicate fingers pressing firmly into his muscled chest.
[05:32] poly2deuces2: He hadn't be prepared for that kiss. He had no mind at all to reisist. In a moment he was kissing and kissing her. He crushed her against him and bit her tongue in his haste. He was overcome with sudden passion.
[05:34] wobblefluff: She couldn't deal with any emotion, shelving it away to worry about later. She moaned
[05:34] wobblefluff: (woops,more,sorry)
[05:44] wobblefluff: she couldn't deal with the emotion, shelving it away to worry about later. Luda moaned softly, pressing her blunt nails into his skin as she kissed back. Her body pressed to his, and she pushed up onto her knees to slip her tongue deeper into his mouth, tilting her head and pushing even closer.
[05:51] wobblefluff: (DId you get my post? I disconnected >_< )
[05:51] poly2deuces2: ((got it))
[05:51] wobblefluff: (Phew. <3 )
[05:54] poly2deuces2: She was kissing him. She was so beautiful. Could he be blamed for taking the easy way? He wanted to talk more with her but..the water was hot. The road had been long. She was there and naked in his arms... With a moan Hugh lifted her against him and slipped a hand behind to tease between her legs. Kissed her with growing need.
[05:56] wobblefluff: There was so much simplicity in carnal desire, and it was ridiculously easy to slip back into the mood. Things were complicated, her life was complicated... Him... He was the one who had been there before everything had changed, and she sought comfort in him. She moaned at his touch, spreading her thighs wider even as a hand slipped down to touch his length. This time, she would pleasure him as much as he had pleasured her.
[06:02] poly2deuces2: His hand slipped between the full cheeks of her ass. He spread her and touched her. Finally his fingers found her cunt and he thrust one in. Two. He worked her slowly...terribly slowly. A grown pulled from him at the touch of her hand and he gasped. "D-don't...be shy."
[06:04] wobblefluff: "Shyness.... I've lost it years ago, I'm afraid." She smirked as she whispered huskily into his ear, tugging at the lobe with her teeth. Her breath shuddered against his skin as she shifted her hips against his hand, angling herself better. Her palm closed over his thick velvety skin, teasing the head with a small squeeze before she started to stroke him.
[06:09] poly2deuces2: "I don't mind it." he rasped. Her teeth! That got a moan from him and he was fucking her with two fingers now...slow and steady. His thumb rubbed against her ass. He couldn't help his hips jerking against her hand. "Ah! My little maid."
[06:12] wobblefluff: She gasped at the sensations that assaulted her from his slow movements, shuddering when he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Pushing out her ass against his thumb, Luda ran her fingers from the tip of his erection down to the base, caressing his balls with her other hand. Her teeth found the juncture of his neck, biting down non-too-gently. "No longer little, sir Knight." She whispered.
[06:14] poly2deuces2: "And no longer a maid." he chuckled. It became a gasp soon enough. He let his hips slide out so that her ass floated agianst him. Finers worked harder. The knuckle of his thumb pushed against her ass, rubbing. He bit at her ears. "Tell me. Did I leave you with good memories? Were you glad for me taking your maidenhead?"
[06:21] wobblefluff: Her head bobbed slightly as she nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan of need. "Yes... yes. So... so glad." It had been the best three days of her life, the most treasured and beautiful memories she held. Unable to resist, she stroked him harder, her fingers dancing over his hard length expertly.
[06:23] poly2deuces2: He couldn't bear it. "Sometimes I believe..." he gasped. "That it never happened at all. Only a dream...some fever dream from the battleground." He felt sudden shame at this. There was a time before he'd been a soldier... he couldn't remember it.
[06:27] poly2deuces2: ((need to get rolling soon. in a while))
[06:27] wobblefluff: "A good dream, at least?" She asked hopefully, trailing warm, wet kisses up his neck. "I've... I've always remembered. Always waited." Her own confession was soft, and her fingers squeezed him reassuringly. "I do no hold it against you. Not anymore."
[06:30] poly2deuces2: "Oh yes." he assured her. Truly he had almost forgotten those lovely three days. Somehow she had stayed in his mind. Even as a shadow or a dream... he frigged her harder and finally groaned. "Put it inside you." came the gruff command. And then, desperate/ "Please."
[06:36] wobblefluff: Luda arched a little at the way he fucked her hard with his fingers, leaning up to kiss him with desperate lust. "No need to be so polite." She gasped out, shifting her hips slightly. Her hands guided him to her cunt. She tugged his fingers out impatiently before impaling herself on his erection with a hard downward thrust of her hips.
[06:41] poly2deuces2: It was perfect. A virgin was sweet in her innocence. A woman...he'd come to appreciate a woman with experience. A woman who knew her own mind, unafraid of loving. She clamped him and he moaned. "Just wait." he bit her ear. His paws spread on her backside and pulled her down onto him. :"Keep milking me so and you shall hear such blasphemies...."
[06:44] wobblefluff: "good... Excellent. Marvellous." She laughed, clenching her muscles tight on him, gasping sharply when he filled her so deeply... "Blaspheme.... blaspheme while I still have you, or I shall be rather cross." Her lips captured his hungrily, sucking and biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Her fingers slid down his large biceps to clutch him as she grinded her hips into his.
[06:45] poly2deuces2: ((and with that i must leave you.))
[04:17] torn tuxedo: A random took his place next to the woman sipping at her glass, if only to reach over and brush against her arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dahlia simply ignored his stupidity and shifted her gaze to George. Whoever that had reached out to her was now sneering at himself, really, ruffling his hair with a bit of resentment and a mumble of incoherent words. "Some people," she breathed, finishing off her glass of whiskey before brushing her hand along George's cheek. "Pay, and follow." Dahlia waited momentarily, George paying for whatever it was they had consumed before the woman tugged him out of the pub and across the street into the hotel. She had no desire to remain near men that continously wanted her attention, unless it was George and no other. Every other step she took, she shifted her gaze across her shoulder to look at him with a toothy grin, pulling him along by the hand until they found themselves in a familiar room... "I do hope that you did not expect for us to stay there much longer."
[04:22] poly2deuces2: "For propriety's sake, my darling." George was disaffected...then when wasn't he? He went strait to the small bad and started mixing a drink. "The more abandoned the place is, the better. Less mouths to go blabbing to your fiancee...or have you forgotten him?" his eyes were on her, always.
[04:27] torn tuxedo: "I don't forget, dear. I just.. Let the memory slide from my mind for as long as I'd like," she replied, waving a hand in an idle manner. "Besides, if you had a care for that, would you be with me?" Dahlia dropped her bag to the night table, removing the small amounts of jewelery from her body with a smirk. It didn't take her much too long before she was reaching behind herself to undo the clasps of her dress. "Help me, please?" Her question was more of a request, and she shifted, pulling her hair from her back to bare her back to him.
[04:29] poly2deuces2: He smirked. Without a work hands lifted her and set her down facing the large mirror over the vanity. "Yes." he said. "I don't care a jot what the old pig says or does." his hands undid the first three jewelled clasps of her dress. "You should, though. He's getting his fingers into your purse, and you're letting him."
[04:35] torn tuxedo: Dahlia drew in a deep breath; not only at the feel of George's hands, but his words as well. "How about we let ourselves not talk about that fool, yes?" She turned a bit, glancing over her shoulder at him, letting her dress fall from her body like warm butter. The fabric fluttered to the floor, and she stepped from the pool with a smooth grace. "When I am with you, and even when I am not with you, I think about our times together." Her hands came up to cup his face, coming in for a soft kiss. "I think about you always, actually..."
[04:38] poly2deuces2: He took her kiss. Why wouldn't she listen? George caught her wrists as she turned to him and looked at her strait. "It needs talking about." he said harshly...and relented. A put upon sigh. "But not tonight." Another kiss. This one was hungry.
[04:41] torn tuxedo: She said nothing. She couldn't say a thing, with the way that he kissed her. One hand came up to grasp along the back of his neck, pressing herself against his body, flushing her chest along his own. The other grabbed at his waist, her tongue slipping passed her lips to stroke along his, a quiet, small noise rumbling her throat as she did so.
[04:46] poly2deuces2: She was a winning creature! George laughed against her mouth and pulled away suddenly. "Tell me what you think about." he ordered. One eyebrow quirked. "What terrible, naughty things does my flower have on her mind?"
[04:54] torn tuxedo: She giggled at his words, her hand coming up to cover her lips before her fingertips met his own, tracing them. "Oh, everything and anything you're willing to do to me. I won't complain or reject you, my dear." Her words were mere whispers, never even giving a second thought when her hands roamed his clothed body. "Undress yourself."
[05:00] poly2deuces2: "No." he smirked and waited for her girlish protests. Dahlia was amusing. Far too fond, though, of her own way. "I'm keeping them on." She'd ask him why. He wanted her to. He kissed her hard, bit her lip. With a sudden movement he spun her to face the mirror once more. His hands went over her girdle and her garter belt. The satin was silky under his fingertips. "What shall I do to you?" from behind he took her chin in a stern grip. "Now be specific."
[05:04] torn tuxedo: She could not help herself, and gasped with every move. Dahlia wasn't going to take control; she wasn't going to fight him only because she loved this. It was the reason why she was with him in the first place. "Fuck me," she finally said, looking first at herself in the mirror before shifting her eyes to him just over her shoulder. "Fuck me however you'd like, George. I want you." Her hands drifted, one brushing along his thigh, moving upward slightly, the other remaining still. "And if you will not undress yourself, then undress me."
[05:15] torn tuxedo: ( hoping you didn't, um, pass out over there. )
[05:23] poly2deuces2: (shit came up. give me a sec)
[05:24] torn tuxedo: ( gotcha. okay. )
[05:31] poly2deuces2: Quick as a flash his hand moved. Took her chin again and wrenched her head around to stare at the mirror. He was smirking at her reflection. "Listen to that language! I thought the Garringers were a proper bunch!" his hand reached around. Started unpinning her girdle. Slow. Efficient. "Don't think Daddy would like to hear his Grand Lady of the Stage talking such rot. Do you?" the hand on her chin circled her neck.
[05:34] torn tuxedo: "We can be as proper as we'd like sometimes," she said with a smirk, never flinching even at the worst bit of his movemtns. "I am not completely like the rest of them, George." She loved the way that he took control; loved the way that he was so harsh with her body even in the beginning. This was why Dahlia had never forced herself out of his grip or complained about how hard he had been with her. "My father would be furious with me if he heard such foul words spilling from my mouth," she spat, clutching his trousers with a hand. "But he isn't here, now is he?"
[05:36] poly2deuces2: Ah. She hadn't seen it then. With a grin that promised wickedness George rised a brow. "Are you very sure of that?"
[05:39] torn tuxedo: "Quite sure, dear," she replied in almost a whisper, wriggling free of the rest of the fabric that constricted her, turning on the balls of her feet to face him the best that she could, willing herself to kiss him. "And if I was not, I would not care..."
[05:41] poly2deuces2: He grinned and spun her again. He'd paid the concierge quite a bit to hang the portrait in a rented suite. This would be worth it. It hung on the wall under a brocaded balance. It watched them with noble and stern eyes. He swept a hand over his lover's belly. "I wonder if he approves of your looks." his thumbs hooked into her garter belt and drew it down.
[05:42] poly2deuces2: ((he's an asshole.))
[05:43] torn tuxedo: ( ahaha. )
[05:46] torn tuxedo: Dahlia gasped against his hands, the way that he pushed her, the way that he tucked her back into position to look at the mirror as well as the portrait. Her eyes flickered up, then back to their reflection. "He would have left me long ago, if he did not approve of anything about me, my love." She swallowed, her lips parted ever so slightly at his touch. "But now... Now... Well I do not care if he approves of anything."
[05:52] poly2deuces2: "Ah but you can't do without his approval." he mocked. "At least...publicly." His hand came up. Caressed her breasts. One nipple was caught and his pinched it cruelly. "You talk bold, my flowed. Can you be my wicked thing with those eyes watching?"
[05:55] torn tuxedo: Her lower lip fell into her mouth, chewing at it lightly. A quiet moan threatened to escape her fully the moment he rolled her nipple, nodding a bit soon after. "I can be whatever you'd like," she said, opening her mouth thus letting her lip free. "Anything you'd like."
[06:01] poly2deuces2: "What I'd like..." he whispered and bit her ear. "Is for you to keep your eyes on that portrait. Don't take your peepers off Daddy." He sat behind her on the convinient vanity bench. His hand loopwed around her. Pressed to the wet between her thigh. He wondered if it would take longer...or not.
[06:01] poly2deuces2: ((I hope she has daddy issues. that makes this so much more wrong))
[06:02] torn tuxedo: ( oh, totally. )
[06:03] poly2deuces2: ((right on))
[06:06] torn tuxedo: A light gasp came from her, her vision flickering back to the portrait, then toward the ground in an attempt to keep her gaze from looking. "Oh... But why, George?" She moaned through his name, nipping at her tongue and trying desperately not to look up at the picture again. "God, why? You are what I want. I don't want... I don't want to look at him."
[06:07] poly2deuces2: "Because, my dear..." his hand pressed for a moment before starting to slowly circle her. "I wish it." His other hand pinched a nipple with slow pressure. "Because I tell you to."
[06:10] torn tuxedo: Her brow furrowed, knitting close to the other. She looked up momentarily before her eyelids fell closed, giving in to the feel of him rather than his words. "Very well," she said, unsure really of what she was saying, or what he was asking of her. Pleasure had since taken over, and her hand raised along his arm, feeling for whatever she could reach. "Whatever you say... Whatever you say."
[06:12] poly2deuces2: He kept on until he could feel her starting to clench. He took her face in his hand suddenly and angled it. "Open those peepers, my love." came the stern order. "Look at those eyes! I don't think he cares for the show."
[06:16] torn tuxedo: "I can't! What do you want me to do? I just can't!" She shrugged away, wanting to destroy said portrait even through the strokes of his fingers and the voice that carressed her. "I don't give a damn if he cares for this. And if he did, I still would not." She tried to shift where she was, turning as much as she could to press her lips against his jawline, not quiet able to reach his lips.
[06:18] poly2deuces2: "Ha! How she protests. You'll do it, little one." he crooned. "Or you'll go to bed cold tonight. It's such a little thing I ask." and yet her surrender was what he wanted. It was always what he wanted..that power of her giving in to him. He began kissing her neck, her back. Used teeth, too. "Just do as I say."
[06:21] torn tuxedo: Again she surrendered, falling into his embrace. She had always found herself giving into him just by the way that he kissed her. The way that he used his teeth and his hands and everything else that he was able to bestow upon her. Dahlia was somehow able to ignore the harhness of his words to a point, only really looking for the pleasure that lay between them. She said nothing, merely nodding her head as he continued on his journey.
[06:22] poly2deuces2: "Are you watching it?" he demanded. Still at her back he worked her until she was slick. "Look at you! Hussy. Wet as a spring dawn."
[06:25] torn tuxedo: "Y--" she hissed, a whimper following suit. "Yes, I'm watching." She was able to ignore the rest of what he had said, so long as his words did not anger her. Rather, they only heightened her arousal, nibbling at her lip rather than groaning out his name. "Wet for you, and only because I know you want me, love. Why else would you be here, hm?" Her eyes rolled sideways, her head turning to look behind her toward him before looking away.