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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 7:33 pm
Aemilia was taking a much needed break from cleaning her trailer. Who would've known she would eventually have enough to clean, but the world hopping definitely lent a hand to acquiring various souvenirs. And clothes! She had never thought she'd own clothes. Her favorite, hands down, was her costume from the Moulin Rouge. Though she had since been informed that she couldn't traipse around everyplace with it on, she kept it on hand nevertheless. Who knew when it could come in handy and besides, she felt pretty in it and that was all that counted.
The trailer had been dusted and was clean enough for her tastes (which was only a smidge dirtier than the labs she had first woken up in), though she wasn't sure how much Hazina would appreciate it. It wasn't like the woman spent much time in there, so Aemilia hoped she wouldn't mind. So, with the place dusted and linens clean, Aemi had set to doing her laundry. It hadn't taken anywhere near as long as she had assumed it might, after she had figured it all out, but she was rather glad it was all done. With it all piled into a small basket she had borrowed to carry her clean clothes in, she was making her way back across the Cirque to her trailer from the mess tent where she had managed to procure some clean water. Her mix-matched eyes took in the various portable buildings around her, noting those she had not seen before. When the Cirque moved, sometimes things got mixed up, but she also didn't always pay attention to details or commit them to memory.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:29 pm
___Shen stood next to a large washtub casually, snubbing the idea of having to clean his own clothes. He came from a time where clothes washers and dryers were an assumed luxury. At least if you didn't have one there were laundromats. He refused to lower his standard of living, and had instead bribed a circus hand to do it for him. Unabashedly he stood in tight-fitting boxer briefs, flip-flops, and a loose linen shirt. His breasts had already caused a large amount of controversy and instead of leaving them for the world to see, he bound them back today. The young man lazily trailed his fingertips on his toned abdomen, or what was visible through the haphazardly fastened buttons of the shirt. His hair was flowing an completely unbound, causing his long lashes mild disturbance with the occasional breeze. He sipped the glass of water, with ice, a sprig of mint, and a lemon twist. Nothing less for his delicate pink tongue.
___Out of the corner of his eye he saw a delicious young girl, intriguing hair, but a body of a bombshell. Very supple, and full of lots of potential. He decided he should more than likely introduce himself, and upon deciding that, did so. He strode over to her, smiling, the memory of being only in his skivvies distant in the back of his mind. What was wrong with giving a girl a chance to look at what he could offer her?
___"Hello." He smiled with a honey-dipped voice. "Would you like some help with that?" Shen's eyes wandered over the basket, laundry day, yum. Perhaps she had a few silk beauties tucked away in there.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:40 pm
They were nearly a matched pair in button-ups and loose hair, but the match ended there. She was mildly shocked and disappointed to see someone dressed a bit skimpier than what she had been instructed to be the norm. She'd much rather romp about in the tighter but less cumbersome pastel blue costume. Hell, she'd rather go about naked but even the girls at Moulin Rouge had assured her that blessed, innocent nakedness would not be viewed as so innocent. At least, not in any world they could imagine. That isn't to say she had completely followed the instructions on propriety. She felt no shame at seeing the man in his skivvies, and instead took him in in his entirety with an appreciative glance. His gender was easily bent, but she pegged him to be male as far as she could judge. His long hair and lashes were strangely alluring in a way that she had not yet been accustomed to at the Cirque. Scruffy gentlemen such as Charlot or Jo were the usual lot amongst the workers and, come to think of it, she hadn't met a male performer other than Aiden.
Tossing a few stray curls out of her eyes, she briefly took in the expanse of pale legs and the strange shoes on his feet that she had since learned were called flip-flops. She was not wearing a pair herself today, unfortunately, but rather a pair of black ballet flats. For pants she had opted for only the black bicycle shorts she had arrived at the Cirque in. They left not much to the imagination, but the shirt covered enough of her torso and rear that she could be considered 'acceptable' for daylight, even if you couldn't always see the shorts themselves depending on which way her upper body was bent or twisted.
Her brow arched at the question, quietly musing that men seemed to always think she needed help. It was a kind offer, however, so she nodded, "If y'don't mind."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:56 pm
___He smiled at her and placed a hand on his hip. Shen tossed his hair behind his shoulder and winked at her. Handing her his glass, he easily grasped the basket and heaved it up onto a broad shoulder. He followed her closely, eying her rear lustily. Shen longed to reach out and just grab it, or slap it, something at least. It almost looked like she wasn't wearing any pants, and the wiggle it was giving off made him smirk. It took a large amount of strength and willpower to make him resist grabbing her from behind. It was no secret he was a complete and absolute horndog, but he wasn't really trying to hide it either.
___He turned his head as he walked, a perverted mind searching for a sign of lace in the basket. He could see her little body in something very frilly. Shen bet it would look fantastic as well.
___"So what's your name, sweetness?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 9:09 pm
His hair was absolutely intoxicatingly pretty. Her eyes followed it as he tossed it around until he had lifted the basket to his shoulder and was ready to go. A soft blush rose to her cheeks unbidden, as if worried she'd been caught, and instead she looked over his glass as they began to move. It felt smooth beneath her fingertips and cooled by the ice and liquid within it. She didn't think she'd ever understand ice or how it could be so cold when everything around it was burning. Pursing her lips, she continued her way through the trailers almost absently. Something about this man reminded her of Hazina when they had been in Paris, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
At his words, she turned her blue eye to face him so that she was looking over her shoulder and a mass of curls. Sweetness? What was that? "Aemilia. Aemilia Saint Sinclair. 'nd you?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 9:30 pm
___"Mmmmm." He made a sound of complete satisfaction, her blue eyes enticing his. Would it be too forward to throw her into a nearby pile of hay? Rethinking it, he decided it would, and tried to focus his mind on other things, like the cool water perspiration dripping down her fingers. Shen was getting thirsty, but he wasn't sure if water would cure it.
___"Shen." He cooed the name at her, while repeating hers. "Aemilia." It flowed so well over his lips. It suited her well. Her cheeks were tinted slightly with pink, and her mouth was so small. Shen moved up closer behind her and slid his arm around the small of her waist. Leaning down as he carefully balanced the basket, he let her feel his breath as he inhaled her natural scent gently.
___"Well, Aemilia, where am I taking these delicates?" Shen whispered and smiled charismatically, helping women was always a great way to reserve space in their respective drawers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 10:11 pm
The sound wasn't lost on even someone as naive as Aemilia. She arched her brows at him, though there was nothing other than sincere interest in her gaze. Perhaps it was a tad hazy and dark, but any passion hidden in those bi-coloured eyes was of no fault of her own. He was like a snake slithering through grass and she didn't know where to step without being bitten. Whether she knew the taste of the air or not, she wasn't expected to be touched.
Hearing his name on his lips and feeling his arm around her waist, a delicate shiver worked it's way up and down her spine as she turned her wide gaze to him with a bit of a start. He was definitely close, closer than she'd possibly been to anyone since her arrival here. Perhaps, but not likely, it was just that Shen made her accutely aware of how close he was. Nevertheless, she resisted the urge to pull away and assert her personal space. Instead, she offered him a slow, coy smile, "M'traileh, where else?"
It was a difficult game, pretending to be unaffected, but Aemi had decided that to deal with Shen she would have to treat it like it was a game. Drawing a fingertip round the rim of his glass, she cocked a brow before sliding from his arm to mount the stairs leading to her trailer. They had arrived. Foolishly believing that for them to enter her home that she would be in charge and more at ease. With her hand on the doorknob, she turned to look at him, "This is it."
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 6:59 am
___Shen took serious pleasure in the look that had flashed in her eyes. Shock, fear, the inability to resist. It preened his ego, after all, he was quite the man wasn't he? He watched the wicked smile slowly spread across her face, and his innards quaked with glee. Something fantastic was about to happen, he was sure of it. As she told him where they were going, he humoured her with a grin and low chuckle, he wasn't really going to take her seriously. She was doing a good job of keeping up in the cat and mouse game though. He watched her fingers circle the glass, creating a hauntingly pure ring. Damn, this was hot.
___A look of mild shock crossed his face. She was serious, she'd taken him back to her trailer. To be honest while she was cute, Shen did not expect her to be that open-minded about meeting new people. The man wasn't complaining, but it threw him off his horse for a moment. Then again, in the world he had come from, women tended to throw themselves everywhere. Perhaps he expected more of a challenge here? Shen noticed briefly a weathered hammock hanging outside, and for a moment wondered if she lived in the trailer or outside of it. He eyed her, she was coming on almost as strong as he was. For the first time ever, he re-evaluated his motives.
___"Would you like them inside?" He ventured. If she wanted this to go where he was thinking it would, it would be entirely too ungentlemanly to question the mouse.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 8:05 am
At the inquiry, Aemilia looked truly confused. Any thought of the game was lost as she thought over all she'd seen. Wasn't one supposed to keep their clothes indoors? In a dresser? Surely, Hazina didn't always but Aemilia had thought her to simply be a unconventional sort of woman. Her eyes darted towards the hammock, almost wishing her friend were there to explain things to her even though she knew Hazina would probably have less an idea than she did. They were partners, though, in their confusion and having someone there made her all the more confident.
Now, however, Shen appeared a bit out of place as well and that only doubled her bafflement. Perhaps he didn't want to go inside? Would that be against the rules? She ached to swing open the door and slam it closed again, to hide in the shadows of her own environment. The feeling made her hair fade from sight and reappear again, as if it were a flickering signal. She no longer disappeared completely when she was uncomfortable, but the impulse to flee still caused some interesting effects.
Swallowing, she licked her full lips before trying again with a somewhat shaky conviction, "I'n't that were mos' keep their laundry?" If it weren't for her subtle falter, it might've been taken as sarcasm. Her eyes raked him for a moment, trying to determine what he was getting at before she repeated, "Ah've gotta dresser of drawers." She could feel her cheeks growing hot as she tried to reaffirm the game the two of them had had a second ago. Shen didn't seem to have lost an ounce of his self-assurance, but he had paused and that was enough to send her off-kilter. Pursing her lips together, she pulled open the door. Whether he was coming in or not was his play, as she could carry the laundry in herself if need be. She stood on the step, awaiting his decision.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:42 pm
___Something odd was happening, was her hair disappearing? He tried to take a closer look at it without seeming rude. Perhaps it was a trick of the light ... or probably just his eyes. Impulsively, he reached out and gently touched a dark tendril. It was curly, and it wrapped around his finger so nicely. Delicately he moved the single white curl out of her eyes so he could examine her sweet heart-shaped face.
___She was nervous, he realized, amused. Suddenly the question of whether she even knew what to "do" came to mind. Even if she had done it before ... the young girl was all too skitterish. Was she a virgin? A dreamy look passed over his face, he'd never slept with a virgin before. Without hesitation he reached a long leg up and hoisted himself into the trailer. His head turned this way and that, no one else was there, how convenient. Shen gently put the basket down, and started to reach for his buttons while still facing away from her. He remembered his breasts at that moment, all bound up and tightened. While it was uncomfortable, it would be even more uncomfortable for her if he decided to let loose.
___Shen reached out and gently took one of her hands, removing the glass and setting it somewhere. He pulled her towards him slowly, the trailer door closing behind her, and the momentum of the slow spin making her hair twirl gracefully.
___"Are you expecting company anytime soon?" He whispered gently, searching her eyes for that ever-famous glaze that usually accompanied women in his presence. "Aemilia ..." Shen said in a low hushed voice, simply saying her name for the pleasure of it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:59 pm
A trick of the light was a better guess than anything else. She might've applauded him if she weren't so busy holding her breath when he reached out to touch her hair. It was a strange feeling; uncomfortably strange, though she couldn't figure exactly why just yet. Her mouth felt dry and she glanced away when he stepped up and into the trailer, eyes falling upon a patch of grass just outside the door. The was her constant. The colour drew her back into reality and she looked up to see what he was doing now.
Theft was far from her mind, but her sexual status was definitely farther. Not knowing what to "do" was a good way to describe it, not knowing that there was anything to be "done" was better. It wasn't exactly something Grete, her nurse in her own world, had deemed appropriate to cover in the few days they had had together. The sudden appearence of breasts on the person she had thought a man would have most assuredly been uncomfortable, but in a completely different way. She would have been intrigued, wanted to touch and understand, like a child discovering a new toy. She didn't recognise breasts, even her own, as being a sexual high point. Certainly, she understood what it felt like to be 'sexy' since her visit to Moulin Rouge, and even understood that her own breasts were apparently something to be flaunted, depending on the situation, but whether or not she would've found breasts on a man to be out of place... she had learned, since joining the Cirque, to expect the unexpected. Hell, she hadn't even known what an elephant was until her arrival there and that alone was wierd enough. To outdo it would be a phenomonal task.
When the glass was taken away and she was suddenly spun into his arms, her blue-and-brown eyes widened in surprise. That was nothing compared to her onslaught of reactions when she found herself face to face with him. There was the typical startled jump that came with sudden close contact with a stranger, the shiver from the excitement (was that what it was?) that such an event caused and then... that hazy glaze that fell over her gaze almost unbidden. Was this his talent? Should she be showing her own or was she part of some sort of practice? Her eyes searched his face, curiously looking for some sort of answer. "No' that I know of." Her voice was just above a husky whisper, "M'roommate, 'azina... She comes'n'goes."
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 5:48 pm
___Her eyes were fascinating. Two of different colours, Shen remembered the genetic fault in one of his first studies while digging through massive units of genetic material. He wanted to focus on both at the same time, but found it hard as he kept darting from one glittering iris to the other. She was so young, her lips were so pouted and pink. He exhaled with pleasure and gently buried his face in her neck. She was incredibly warm, and her naive tendencies were something to behold.
___With great care and ease he leaned down and picked Aemilia up, lowering her carefully upon the nearest bunk. It was midday but who was he to complain, being sober during the act was always a bonus. Her hair formed a dark halo on the bedding, and he gently hovered above her, his hand resting on the neutral zone of her abdomen. Suddenly the wide innocence of her eyes once again made him question what would happen in a few moments if he wasn't careful. Though he was quite obviously a sexhound, he was not a rapist. If she was a virgin, the idea of making her first time as inspirational as a basic "Hello" did not sit well with him. It should be special, and treasured ... With someone you love. He cursed himself for asking, and let out an uneasy sigh.
___"Are you sure?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 6:32 pm
This was all causing an onslaught of confusion. Who was this man? When he put his face against her neck, she tilted her head at the appropriate angle before raising a hand to cup the back of his head consolingly. Did he need comfort? Why had he sighed so? She felt a prickling along the base of her spine that was answered with her suddenly being lifted and set on a mattress, her mattress. Whoa, now, seriously - what was happening? The heavenly glaze over her eyes had disappeared with one blink of her thick lashes when she found her head resting against her pillow and an unfamiliar man hovering above her. Where was Hazina or Charlot when she needed them? She had questions that needed answered, now! Jo, even, would do, though it seemed as if her questions had often made him uncomfortable, she could deal with that for now.
In this man's presence, however, she found her lips sealed with some sort of apprehension. His question only caused further confusion as she murmured a reply, "Sure?" It wasn't an answer but rather an echo of his own inquiry. The feel of his hand on her abdomen was strangely comforting, but nevertheless she found herself suddenly... fading. It wasn't a flicker, she simply became a bit hazy and see through. It was undeniable that something was happening to anyone who could see, and she wasn't even aware of it until she saw his reaction, at which point she would snap back into complete visual existance.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 7:05 pm
___Shen jerked up, slamming his head on the blunt wood of the upper bunk. The Hell! She vanished and reappeared! His libido on hold for a short moment, he moved off and backwards. What kind of world was she from? What was she, some science-fiction cloaking device? He looked at her in amazement, this could have very kinky possibilities. A pang of echoing hurt brought his lust to a standstill, and he grasped his head in pain.
___"Augh ..." Shen groaned, looking at his hand, no blood. It felt like the knock had almost knocked his eyeballs from his skull. He rubbed his eyes and turned to her, feeling anxious and a tinge concerned.
___"Are you alright? Are you ... hurt?" He took her hand and fell into his medical prose immediately, without even thinking of it. Shen checked her pulse, and touched her neck for other vital signs. He didn't even know what he was looking for, much less realizing that he was even looking for something. It must have been years since his last medical administration. Gently he pulled her up into his arms.
___"Are you alright?" He asked again, his teal eyes bright with concern.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 7:39 pm
"Jesus H!" Aemilia had no idea who she had just referred to as an exclamation, but she knew she had heard Jo use it a number of times. Nevertheless, it sounded awkward from her own lips as opposed to his due to her lack of understanding of the swear. She felt as if she had just been drenched with cold water with the sudden change in atmosphere, but she immediately sat up when Shen was no longer above her. Moving to his head, her own hand fled to the back of his head to check for blood. "I'm so sorry! Are y'okay?"
Despite the overwhelming concern on both their parts, Aemilia found herself laughing (softly and a bit awkwardly) even as his hands touched her neck for various vital signs. She didn't flinch away, being very used to that sort of touch after all. Her laughter died, however, and wilted into a small smile in respect for his concern as he pulled her back into his arms. She fixed him with an apologetic smile, "Aye, I'm fine."
How to explain that bit. She thought she'd cured herself of that, but apparently not. "I... uhm. I tend t'dis'pear when I..." What had she been? Confused? Apprehensive? "During times of... heightened emohtion." She hoped that sounded appropriate without making him feel at fault, though she knew it wasn't exactly a sound explanation. She pursed her lips together, smile melting into a sort of thoughtful expression, though she wasn't sure where to begin without letting him ask the questions first.
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