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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 2:54 pm
A dark scowl flickered across Sasha's face, her brows pinching together. The man was captivating, absolutely captivating - but at the same time he was quite maddening. There was a sort of deep frustration clawing at her chest as Sasha stared at Jan, a little snarl toying with her lips. "There must be something to know. Why would you be doing this if there wasn't? There's no reason for this? You're bored, and this is a means of entertainment?" There was no sting in her words, no poison laced throughout them. The frown was gone, the scowl melting away as Sasha slipped into Jan's lap. She ran the risk of being pushed to the floor and she knew it, but that was a small price to pay for getting so close. "It doesn't matter." Sasha leaned forward to nuzzle against the man's jawline. "You really should be more careful, though. The perfume was absolutely careless. Not that it bothers me. I'd still ******** you, Jan. Even dressed as you are now."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 3:24 pm
He gave her a blank look for the edge of frustration in her words, a natural born poker face without even a flicker behind it. He rarely explained anything to anyone, monologues were reserved for the losing side. Besides, if there were reasons he could only vaguely grasp them now, still twisted up as he was in the persona, in the mask, when he moved it was still with the poise of a vain woman and when he spoke it was almost parodic to hear Chantelle's voice and affectations bent around lexical choice that was not her own. It was like watching a possession in action. "There are reasons." he stated, and that was all he would say.
As she dropped into his lap, he didn't immediately relax, the clash of personas a discord in his thoughts which was rather stressful now that he found himself caught in it.
"The perfume was unforseen." he stated. "My olfactory senses lately have been.." and the Chantelle turn of phrase was sharp. "like totally out of whack." His breathing was shallow and peaceful, markedly unflustered for a man with a woman as attractive and sensual as Sasha in his lap and with all the danger in the world taut and tense in the air.
"Poor Jerry." he said, and took a slow, thoughtful breath, resting his jaw against her as the puppetmaster beneath seized the reins of the conflicting tangle and pushed it aside.
He closed his eyes and when he spoke it was with the silky English accent but that same emotionless flat tone. It could have been earnest, it could have been sarcasm, it was impossible to tell. "Perhaps you should."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:17 am
Sasha was silent for a long time, her pale eyes intent on his. There was that accent, that emotionless tone. It was fantastic, it was beautiful. She could not describe why it thrilled her, only that it did. It was not even a sexual thrill, one that could be attested to passion or desire. It was a cerebral thrill; the man wore masks that were so much more evolved than her own, and it only made sense that she might learn from him. When she spoke, her voice was soft, a mere whisper meant only for him. "This is a dangerous place to make enemies." She shifted on his lap. Pressing her thumb to his lower lip, Sasha smeared the lipstick he wore. That imperfection made her smile; it was a slow and awful curve of her lips. Sasha laughed then - a girlish, musical giggle. "I think I will have you, right now," Sasha purred, "but who am I taking? Chantelle? Jan?" She paused and leaned forward, settling herself more comfortably atop him. "Someone else?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 3:40 pm
He was silent for a few long moments, listening to her warning. Danger didn't matter when you could seek for fear and never find it.
Opening his eyes again, he stared at her, Chantelle's perfectly applied lipstick once again fallen foul of sabotage. He didn't care, what was on the outside was just a mask, just a husk. Those too-blue eyes stayed level on her as he spoke, settling nimble, manicured hands on the curve of her hips. His tone didn't change.
"Now that is a question." he said, but clarified no further.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:14 pm
His answer wouldn't really matter. Sasha rested her forearms on his shoulders. "Isn't it." She paused and hefted an eyebrow, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "Shall we, Jan?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 5:05 am
Surveillance on this occasion made no difference to him. He could still see the window, he could justify anything as recreational, should the question even be asked.
It likely would not be.
He drew her closer, the still monotone indifference shifting into vivid, intense attentiveness, arousal coming when called like an obedient monster.
He kept the true accent, a rarity as his hands travelled sensually across her. "Accelerando."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 9:43 am
The accent with which he spoke only urged her on, Sasha's body pliant beneath his hands. " Sourire pour la caméra." The words were tinged with a humorless laugh, whispered close to his ear, and after that words became unnecessary.
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