Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

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Even if it was largely handwavy Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille had debated with herself whether this was a good idea, considering... many things. But as the week went on, she had grown increasingly frustrated, and as she had an excuse -- Ezra had sent her flowers -- she felt she could stop by his room.

She had rehearsed this visit in her head beforehand.

"Good afternoon," she said, stopping on the threshold of the open door, peering into the room.

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That made it so easy to move even closer, her body now touching his. She had missed this; being closer to someone.

"Oh, but you haven't shown me those other things yet, so how am I to know? You leave me curious."

Her fingers inched closer to exposed skin on his neck.

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Ezra let his arm wind its way around her waist, now that she was closer to him. His smirk was particularly vulpine from this close a distance. "Well I wouldn't want to keep you in the dark. So here's one thing."

He leaned closer, like he was about to kiss her - then like the great big tease he was, turned his head and caught her cheek with a light kiss instead.

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Oh, that was teasing! Perhaps that smirk on his face should have been a hint. Lucille could hide disappointment when she wanted to though.

"Is that all? Not that it wasn't nice, but I had expected something more... extravagant from you." She turned her head slightly, the tip of her nose almost nudging against his cheek. This was different, of course, but she too had always enjoyed teasing in moments like this, before passion took over.

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"That was just step one, Miss Sharpe," Ezra told her quietly, sounding amused. "I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

Teasing.

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"Do I seem easily overwhelmed?" Lucille asked, letting the arm on Ezra's shoulder slip around his neck. If playing a game with words hadn't been so arousing in itself, it would have been hard to keep herself in control, standing his close and with his arms around her.

"But I don't want to give you the impression that I am in any way complaining. Anticipation is a wonderful thing, after all."

Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt a pang of guilt; not because of what they were doing or where she wanted this to lead, but because until very recently being unfaithful had not been an option to her. And here she was, quite unable to resist.

"Or do you want me to suggest things?"

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"Well I do have several ideas of my own," Ezra noted easily, as his hand lid just a little lower on her back. Nothing too untoward. Just... a little lower. "But I would love to hear you suggest some."

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Still teasing her, was he?

"I hope our ideas are compatible, then. And I hope suggestions doesn't have to be expressed in words."

Lucille no longer had the patience to wait, so she leaned in and kissed him, not at all lightly and carefully, but with the need that had built up during this week. Someone could have told Ezra that Lucille eventually got tired of words, but as that someone wasn't here, he would have to figure that out himself.

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Ezra was used to people wishing he'd shut up already. He was also used to people making sure he did. And he didn't mind it one bit.

It was obvious from the eagerness with which he kissed her back, pulling her body flush against his as he did. No, it wasn't light or careful, or tentative in any way, shape, or form.

[crimson_sister]

Ezra was very good at kissing. Lucille let out a sound of pleasure against his lips, pushing harder against him. Giving in to feelings she had tried to hold back felt so good and at the same time made her impatient for more.

Letting go of his lips to breathe, Lucille said with an unsteady voice: "I should like it very much if you were to take off my dress."

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Ezra exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Oh I think I should like it very much, too."

His hands were already skimming along the dress to find out how to go about that.

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Lucille let out a chuckle of her own, relieved by his response to her very forward request. She guided his hands to the hooks along the side of the bodice, hoping the rest would be easy enough to figure out.

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Ezra was yet to meet a forward request he couldn't go along with. At least when it came to girls who wanted to undress.

His fingers were swift on the hooks, one after the other. Of course, while he was doing that, his head ducked down where could press a few kisses against her neck.

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Lucille loved kisses on her neck, and tilted her head as she drew a sharp breath. His fingers opening her dress made her anticipate his hands on her skin, and she shook one shoulder a little to make the sleeve push down along her arm. Her other hand carefully tried to slip under Ezra's shirt; unintentionally so careful that it would be a good thing for him notro be too ticklish.

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Ezra wasn't ticklish. He would've perhaps preferred a firmer touch but there was always something to be said about the anticipation that went with something lighter, too.

The tip of his tongue gave her neck a playful little lick while his hands went to help her dress further along in its journey off her shoulders. And just off her, in general.

[ooc: I had a few no-good brain days. Apologies!]

[crimson_sister]

Her dress dropped to the floor and Lucille did her best to kick it to the side. It felt good, exciting to stand this close to him in her underwear, although to people from this time the difference might not be that big; the corset, petticoat and the rest covered as much as the dress. Well, not quite. There was more cleavage.

And there was his tongue against her neck. Lucille drew a sharp breath, letting her hand under his shirt push harder against his skin and tilting her had sideways. It was hard to think clearly, but she very much wanted him to take that shirt off.

[No worries, that happens :)]