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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 3:11 pm
Duchess Chusi Chhatrapaticlothing: HanfuChusi grinned "Well, pop by any time and I'll make sure to dance for you" she said as she went back over to her clothing and started to dress once more, one of the layers going on, followed by a second one. Slowly her curves and skin would become hidden yet again. She would gently pull her long hair out so it was laying above the layers before she would look over at him as it came to the last bit, a thick piece of fabric that needed to be tied around her waist. She held it to her torso and looked back over at Dixon "Some help?" she asked kindly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:06 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 100
"Certainly." Dixon, put on the spot just a bit by the small request, moved slightly, almost imperceptibly, to the duchess. He was glad to be a part of the little performance, but...
"You know," he began, half way through tying the knot, "if I didn't know any better I'd think you planned to give me this little show since before you saw me." He allowed a soft chuckle, tugging the knot taught and stepping to the side. Those in the congregation seemed to smile at him; he only noticed a couple such looks before they began to diffuse.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:22 pm
Duchess Chusi Chhatrapaticlothing: HanfuChusi giggled slightly as he finished tying and she turned around "no, I didnt have it planned." she smiled as she grabbed onto his arm and hugged it to her "If I had I would have done something far more flashy and beautiful" she said to him "but you did like it yes?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 8:10 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 100
Fair play. Dixon couldn't help grin a little at this. He remembered now when Chusi had begun to be act more playfully toward him.
It was some time last autumn. The two of them had been surveying the troops on the Solidon-Phobos border. Chusi had been informing him of the formations and their significance all that morning, but by the afternoon, the count still not having grasped the information, apparently was in need of further measures. So, why not, a demonstration was in order. The two of them wrestled for the better part of the day, it felt like, and by the end of it they were lying, watching the sky grow darker above them, laughing like idiots.
That same playfulness, the count needed to work up to it, just like then. "I liked it a lot more before I knew it could be better," teased the count, flexing his arm a bit and nudging the duchess.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2017 3:18 pm
Duchess Chusi Chhatrapaticlothing: HanfuChusi smiled at him as she rested a hand on his arm and felt him flex which sent a wave of surprise though her when she felt the muscle. She giggled slightly as she looked at him and she didn't know what came over her, it was something else for sure, something she had felt before but never so strongly. She wanted this man. As soon as that thought went though her mind she blushed bright enough that it showed upon her skin, darkening her cheeks. She would look away from him and she would say softly so no one else could hear "Maybe you'd like a more privet dance back" she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him though her thick eyelashes. Dear gods what was she saying? she didn't know, but she didn't rebuke herself afterwards.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2017 9:30 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 100
Was it a difficult decision to make? Perhaps moreso in the heat of the moment than, say, an hour from now; perhaps again difficult twelve sixteen hours from now. This was a woman who knew how to please a man and had the dollars to make him feel quite useless as much as spoiled; should any man shirk away from that out of instinct? Her pawing eyes stirred within him the animal that had torn through his domain like a storm, and yet the count found a flaw.
They were noble now--he was--and there were different rules to this type of... engagement. To think that since they were on similar footing now could excuse such behavior...
Oh, but he was tired, bored, weary of the dregs of work! His mind ached for the chance to escape to raw pleasure again, to surrender himself as a body and nothing more to that searing passion that phased through walls and melded two souls together, if only for an instant. Wanting is wanted when it is reciprocated--his heart, beginning to quicken just a bit, forced the smallest about of sweat from the back of his neck--and it often found any hidden members of its kind; Dixon felt his hands meet the hips of his softly shimmering guest.
She felt heavenly.
"... You're very beautiful," said the count in a hushed bedroom voice, pulling up to kiss her lips softly, holding true to the promise he made to himself not to linger too long, "please don't forget that." Hands, unfrozen from hips, still numb, found hands and squeezed hard enough to let go.
"I hope you've enjoyed today, m'lady," said the count, moving away to the stairs leading up to some rooms devoted to pottery and the like, "but I'm afraid there is much to do yet. I shall write as soon as I'm able." And away he went, into his new sanctuary.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 2:18 am
Duchess Chusi Chhatrapaticlothing: HanfuThe touches were almost to much for the duchess as her blush continued to darken when she felt the touch on her hip and then the kiss. She felt heat flare in her head. oh. and that voice. Chusi looked up at him, biting her lip slightly even as he moved his hand away from her hip, she still felt the hand their for a moment. She would watch him start walking up the stairs "y-yeah" she whispered as she watched him, stupefied, for a moment. She would watch him leave and something told her not to and like an idiot she listened. Chusi would quickly walk up the stairs, hating the clothing she wore at the moment until at last she reached the top of the stairs, she would grab the door just before it opened and she would push it open and grab Dixon, if he was not facing her she would turn him around but if he was she would wrap her arms around him as she jumped up a few feet, either way it didn't matter which one she would end up doing as both would just be the precursor to what she would do next as she would wrap her arms and legs around him, her lips finding his.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 2:42 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 100
This was... not right. No...
Dixon, finding himself under the weight of the duchess and her burning passion. Her limbs were that of a great leviathan, threatening to drag this man's soul's vessel into the place where light could no longer escape..
She was quite strong, almost too strong for the wily count. On the way down the two knocked over a rather nice urn. Dixon, rolled over and locked in a desperate kiss--and let it be known that it took him a moment of fluctuating levels of resistance to actually yank his head away with a gasp.
"Wait..." His hands did find her midsection again, but this time it was to push her up off him with all he was worth. At the moment, however, her legs and arms encasing his trunk, he found himself stalemated. The only thing he could do was to keep his mouth away from hers as best he could and wait... And perhaps hope.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 9:49 pm
Duchess Chusi Chhatrapaticlothing: HanfuChusi would look at him for a moment and she would slowly unwrap her arms from him and sit up on top of him, raising one of her dark eye brows. She looked over at the urn that had broken and grimaced slightly, maybe the count was right, but she wasn't going to say anything. She would turn back to look at him and tilted her head to the side "whats not right?" she asked him, a flicker of a smile on her lips.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2017 12:02 pm
✺Forgotten Son EC: 100 (Didn't actually say that it wasn't right aloud. ^.^")
With room to breathe again, the count was quite relieved to find Chusi had cooled somewhat. His eye inevitably followed hers, though, and that would have to be dealt with as well.
The look on her face suggested this was some kind of game, or at least that someone was having fun. To a degree, his feeling of annoyance came to match hers. Where there was a certain coy playfulness before in Dixon's demeanor there was now the creeping specter of resentment. This was the warning: "That'll do, m'lady."
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2017 1:49 pm
Duchess Chusi Chhatrapaticlothing: HanfuOOC: Whoops. Chusi saw the saw something she did not like in his eyes and she visibly flinched before she looked away and she quickly stood up. She wasn't blushing but she looked embarrassed and rejected. Wasn't that something she was supposed to do? "Sorry" she whispered as she looked at the urn instead of Dixon, the whites of her eyes turning just little red as she stopped herself from crying, she was just embarrassing herself without knowing what she was supposed to do in this type of situation. "Excuse me" she whispered as she quickly walked toward the door and grabbed the handle, fumbling with it slightly before she finally managed to get the door open and she quickly left the pottery room feeling stupid. She would make quick work of the steps before walking out of the museum with her head lowered slightly, she didn't look at any of the paintings. Sulking was probably a good idea now. Chusi would wait until she was outside though as she looked around the street and randomly choose to walk right, maybe she'd get lost. [exits]
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