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 Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:32 pm
:::She advances equally to his retreat, enjoying herself all the while:::
Well then, we both feel like we know each other already. Let's find out if what we suspect is true. :::She pawed his upper body:::
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:40 pm
*Bard stumbles back into a table, looking a bit panicked* Kara... *he grips her wrist, pulling her hand gently away from his chest*
I don't know what you want from me, but....
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:45 pm
:::She crawls onto the table, with Bard inbetween. Finally he touched her back. This was getting fun:::
I think you know what I want...
:::She's almost on all fours now:::
((OMG...poor Bard. I'm so sorry. LOL))
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:51 pm
*Bard grips her shoulders and pushes her off of him, anger flashes in his eyes* Stop it!
*He slips off the table sideways, then circles around, keeping it between the two of him*
Look, I don't know who you think you are or when you come from. But where I come from, this is called harrassment....
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:58 pm
:::Anger. She loved it. She loved the reaction. Kara felt her blood run hot. But of course, the way this was going, she'd have to force him. And that's the last thing she wanted. He would of course, eventually come to her. She felt his heart beating when she touched him, it was obvious what he thought:::
:::So, her seductive smile firmly in place, she takes a couple breathes. This was the only worthy cause for patience.:::
:::Innocently::: Ooh... You don't want to... I'm sorry then. :::The smile returning full force as she stepped away from the table and turned halfway towards the bar:::
My humblest appologies. :::She licked her lips...::: I'm afraid you shouldn't blame me though.
:::She pivoted the rest of the way and went back to her seat:::
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:07 pm
*Shouldn't blame her? He tried to keep his heart from hammering, but it was too much. He'd never expected to come to the brink and have something like this happen... especially with a girl that looked so much like*
Look, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding... *misunderstanding his a*** you're... um... very beautiful, and I'm ... very flattered.... but I'm not really like that...
*he picks up the book where he'd dropped it to push Kara away*
... besides.... I have a girlfriend. So... I'm sorry.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:16 pm
:::Kara's not exactly familar with the particular term 'girlfriend'. Whatever it was, it was an excuse not to give into his emotions. Heresy. But the way he put it, she doubted that he saw it the way she did. Perhaps it was another emotion he was looking for:::
:::She suddenly looked extremely upset, heartbroken even:::
Yes, of course. How stupid of me. I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to...oh...but! Oh... :::She looked away in shame::: It's just that...I've thought of this moment for so long. It was silly of me to believe that you'd have half an interest in a mortal like me...
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:33 pm
:::Her brown arches in surprise. She's impressed:::
:::Kara drops the facade, and goes back to her usual casualty:::
Well then...I guess I should have known better. You'll excuse me won't you? :::She pauses, and looks over her shoulder at him. She drops the cocky smile for a moment:::
:::with a little more seriousness::: Like I said... can you blame me?
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:48 pm
*Bard opens his mouth, then shuts it again. He doesn't even know how to answer that*
We'll just call it a misunderstanding...
*he still wants a drink, but he doesn't want to go anywhere near Kara*
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:53 pm
:::She waits there, her back turned to him. She lets things go quiet for a few moments while she sips her drink. Then she turns her head, seeing that he's still standing there, not daring to come near her:::
:::She tries her best not to turn on the charm, but she can't help but let a smile tug just a little at her lips:::
It's alright...I promise I'll behave.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 6:00 pm
*Bard can't help thinking of a bit of hardcore erotica he once wrote to pay the bills. A dirty take on "Little Red Ridinghood" ... he suspects he might be safer with the wolf. Nevertheless, he reasons it's ridiculous to let this tiny little woman make him sweat. He crosses the room, passes her, and steps behind the bar. There he starts to fix himself a martini*
*he asks formally* Can I get you anything?
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 6:04 pm
:::She has to try really hard not to laugh at that last statement. She manages though, and just smiles at him:::
I want to try what you're having. What is it..?
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 6:10 pm
It's called a martini. *he passes her the glass he's just finished making and begins to mix himself another*
I guess they don't know James Bond where you come from?
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 6:14 pm
Who...? :::She says passively as she takes up the glass. It looked quite nice. She prepaired herself for anything, but what ever it tasted like, it had to be good:::
:::She could smell the alcohol coming off of it, and knew once she took a sip that she had to conceal the fact that she was not accustomed to that strength. Drinks in her time were not perfected, and were weak in comparison to the real stuff. She accepted that she would get used to it. It was important:::
:::She acted it quite beautifully, not hinting that it was nearly painful. She swallowed the sip, and and made an "aah" sound as it went down:::
Mmm... :::She looked up at him, the smile still as abscent as she could keep it::: This is very good Bard. You have good taste...
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