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Post by Vivian on May 19, 2012 0:43:42 GMT -5
Vivian could really feel her blood boiling now, obviously this Torrin thought it was all one huge joke! Well how very wrong he was. "Stop looking at me like a lost puppy!" she yelled, "because for your information, I don't like dogs!" she finished. Why ws it so hard to just go away? They were two understandable and simple words, but it seemed Torrin was more of an idiot than she first thought.
"Why wouldn't I when it's true?" she smirked, "If my father caught you saying things like that then he would certainly not let you forget it." She slowly turned on her heel and glided away, "In fact, I might just go and tell him now...about how some lowly jester is harassing me for the most awful of things." Glancing over her shoulder, Vivian looked at him again innocently, "and then what's left for you? It's not as though anyone would care if my father decided to try and run you through."
Hopefully that would get the message across, at just how menacing her father could be.
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Post by Vivian on May 19, 2012 0:31:11 GMT -5
Vivian was reluctant to shake his hand but did, wiping it casually after on her trousers. "Yes, i've heard of you..." she replied a little snootily after he mentioned his name. "Some of my friends go to see your little shows", and she made sure that he knew where they stood with one another.
She took a sip of her drink and flicked idly through her notes and sketches whilst Torrin banged on about something or nothing. "I've seen you around campus." her head raised up to look at him, "Hasn't everyone?" Vivian asked as though it was a matter of fact. Her father was a member of parliment, that practically had her on the road to royalty where she was now. Of course everyone should know her name.
Vivian snapped the notebook shut. "Yes" she replied in answer to his question, "and I have deadlines...I have a dress that needs to be finished so..." she trailed off, suddenly having a brainwave hit her.
A sly smile spread across her lips as she looked Torrin up and down, "...you are going to help me" she declared. A real life mannequin was just what she needed, and if Torrin was going to waste his time on some stupid poetry, then it was hardly worth him choosing that over her.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 30, 2012 13:33:12 GMT -5
Vivian found herself sewing furiously, if this this pillow was ever going to be done then it needed to be done fast. She was cureently embroidering her one true love's face! Oh darling Arthur! How she missed him! Every waking minute of every day was torment for her. On her return to Lyonesse she'd carved their initials into every single tree in the gardens of the castle. If she couldn't have Arthur right now, then she would have to make do with a pillow - all embroidered from her mind of course. With a face carved by angels, it would always forever stay in her mind, until they were brought together again.
"Vivian!" her father entered her chambers, "You'd best change for this evening, we have guests."
Immediatly her head snapped up, "Arthur!" she literally did a forward roll off of her bed and onto the floor - running over the mirror and fluffing up her hair. Olaf rolled his eyes and made a noise that sounded like 'eeeshk!' before he shook his head. "Lord Edmund" he corrected her - seeing his daughters face drop suddenly in the reflection of the mirror. She turned round with a persistant look on her face. "Is Arthur with him?"
"No?"
"Does he know Arthur?"
"No?" Olaf literally wanted to knock some sense into the silly girls head. Ever since their return from Camelot, Arthur Pendragon was all he heard of from dawn until dusk! It was most strange, considering Vivian had spent at least a whole week locked in her room crying, and from then on moaping. He was becoming concerned, especially now when he saw the embroidery on the pillow.
Vivian sighed, if she had to endure another night of boredom then it would have to be. "fine" she simply shrugged, "Where is Ethel? I need to dress" she asked, her maid immediatly entering the room. Olaf took this as a sign to leave.
Vivian soon found herself heading out into the courtyard alongside her father, where a well dressed man and another, who looked as though he hadn't seen a bath in weeks - stood. She looked them up and down and waited for her father to greet them.
"Lord Edmund?" Olaf smiled, "It is a pleasure to recieve you - may I present my daughter, Lady Vivian."
At the mention of her name, Vivian looked up from where she was covering a yawn with her mouth and bowed her head. Oh this was going to be boring. Everyone was if they weren't Arthur. Perhaps her father had been lying? What if he did and this was a surprise. Vivian immediatly sprang forward, grabbing Lord Edmund by the collar tightly and pulling him in so her face was only a few inches from his, "Do you know Arthur? How is he? Does he miss me? Oh he must know how much I love him so!" she cried looking at him like a mad woman.
"Vivian!" Olaf quickly led his daughter away from Lord Edmund, "control yourself, I am so sorry Lord Edmund, please do follow me - you must be tired from your journey."
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Post by Vivian on Apr 22, 2012 13:05:20 GMT -5
"No I would not!" Vivian yelled back in response to his question about the list, "and anyway, It most likely doesnt supass one quality to call it a 'list'." She folded her arms and glared at him. What was it with this man? Why didn't he just toddle off and 'amuse' someone else? Instead of standing there gawping at her. Vivian looked him up and down, "Stop looking at me like that" she snapped, "and stop following me around like a lost puppy - I've already told you to go away so why dont you?!"
"What better things could you possibly have to do?"
Vivian huffed. There were lots of things that a princess needed to do in her day! And one of those was most certainly not engaging in conversation with a mere jester. "I have to brush my hair, then decide what dress to wear for the fest this evening - those are much better than being here" she told him and flicked her hair, "and then I need to find my father - and if he sees you talking to me then he will have your head on a platter."
That much was most likely true, although Olaf hadn't gone to that extreme on one of Vivian's suitors yet. Torrin was no suitor - why had she even just classed him as that? No...stalker! That was the correct term, yes 'stalker' would suit him just fine.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 22, 2012 11:55:18 GMT -5
Vivian was having a bad day, and when she had a bad day she made sure that everyone knew about it. With a fashion deadline due any day now she was cramming as much of her time into her latest project as she could. This seemed to be the only time that she could prise herself away from textiles books and sketches and actually sit down and take five minutes alone.
After basically shouting her order at the guy behind the counter, just to emphasise how tight on time she actually was, she found a spot in the corner and set her frappachino down on the table. Vivian pulled out her compact mirror and fixed her hair. Geez it was sticking up so much today that it was almost as though she had electrocuted herself! Once slick of lipgloss and some mascara later she put her mirror away and set about her next task. Drinking her drink before she was due back at the textiles centre to carry on being stressed.
Thud...
Her eyes met a notepad now flung opposite her on the table and a rather smug looking guy taking a seat without being asked to. "Ah, Vivian, looking as angry as ever I see." She looked him up and down. No taste in clothes whatsoever and an appauling haircut.
"Am I supposed to know who you are?" she said snootily raising her brows. She didn't really want to know who he was, but she knew one thing. He was already annoying her.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 18, 2012 12:12:57 GMT -5
Oh dear Prince Celyn, such a polite and yet unfortunate individual. She had noted Olaf's look of death towards him, out of the corner of her eye and smirked. It was fun to toy with not only a guest, but also her father too.
Vivian got so bored during these feasts and when no one was paying attention to her - that she liked to have a little bit of fun. "Indeed" she noted in reply to his little comment about Lyonesse. She really did not care for political outlooks and conversation, when clearly the conversation should be about her. "And what of it's King and Princess...do they fair well in your opinion?" she asked, shooting a coy look at him before taking a cheeky sip of wine. This was going to be more fun than she thought.
"I must confess I am more ignorant than I should be, but I would very much appreciate an education."
Celyn's words made Olaf look up immediatly, "That would depend on what kind of Education you are talking about my lord" his words were stern and had some sort of warning to them as always.
"Father!" Vivian rolled her eyes and turned back to Celyn, "Tell me what your kingdom is like my lord...my father never takes me anywhere exciting" she added on the end, but knew that she would most likely tire easily of this question, and no doubt it would soon turn once again to politics and such. Boooooooooooooriiiiiiiiiiiiing!
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Post by Vivian on Apr 15, 2012 9:02:27 GMT -5
Vivian kept a blank face at his mention of being attractive. Goodness, did he really have that much of a high opinion of himself? Vivian thought that he must have, after all - who'd want to be a common jester and have nothing to show for it?
"I hardly think so" she replied rudely, "What could possibly be attractve about a jester?" and she really wanted to find the answer to it, but of course there would be none, as expected. "You amuse me Torrin, but for all the wrong reasons" she looked him up and down, "Attractive indeed, in fact you almost made me laugh"she clapped mockingly and looked distinctly unimpressed.
"Ok jester listen to me" she turned around and snapped, "we are NOT having fun. I really don't know what is classed as that around here, but I certainly haven't experianced it yet." Her eyes narrowed slightly, "Now juggle on back to your fruit and try to entertain someone else, because I have better things to do." As much as he was trying to keep up with her, it only made Vivian's pace increase.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 15, 2012 4:22:44 GMT -5
It was now that Lady Isadora was talking! Vivian looked to the woman in question that she was gesturing to, she nodded and listened when she heard of her supposed scandelous endevours. Vivian giggled slightly in awe, "Really? Oh do tell me what that is, I fear I shall die of boredom if I have to stand here any longer being watched like a hawk." Anything to actually make the evening go quicker.
Vivian sighed with relief when Isadora promised not to tell. She had no idea why she had just told her that - perhaps it was because she was bursting to find something worthwhile to 'enjoy' while staying here. She listened to Isadora telling her about Gwent, nodding every so often - surprisingly it didn't sound half as bad as the name did. "It sounds...nice, really." she said, "I never get to see much of Lyonesse - only when my father and I travel, and that's rare, he prefers me to stay as close to him as possible, so sneaking out is an advantage." she said, whispering the last part.
"May I have the honor of this dance?"
What on earth? Dance? With a woman? Had this woman lost her senses somewhere between Gwent and Camelot, or was it a Gwent custom? And here she was thinking that Camelot was strange. "Oh" she replied with some surprise, "well...erm...I guess it wouldn't...hurt..." she trailed off hesitantly going to take Isadora's hand a few times bfore pulling it away - finally managing to actually take her hand. "I suppose."
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Post by Vivian on Apr 15, 2012 3:50:33 GMT -5
Was he smirking at her? Did he really think this was funny?! Vivian didn't like being 'funny', what was so amusing that he had to look at her like that? She glared at him even more. What a disobediant man, not showing her the respect that she deserved. Mind you, she had been far from impressed when she had first arrived in Camelot, so nothing really would surprise her now.
"Is that the only thing you're not so bad with?"
Vivian wanted to slap him, but she wouldn't allow him that satisfaction - after all, it would make him all the more eager to follow her, and Vivian needed to be rid of him as soon as possible. Instead she gave a small 'hmph!' and began to flounce off. "You must forgive me, Your Highness. As you say, I do not have that much experience with conversing with royalty. Perhaps you would take it upon yourself to change this?" Vivian stopped in her tracks and turned with a devious smirk. "Oh really?" she said, not meaning it as a question, but more of a statement, "Well dear Torrin, for someone like you it's going to be hard" she mused, "and I fear that you are quite a lost cause..."
Did she mind him traipsing after her like a lost puppy? of course she minded! "Leave. Me. Alone." she told him patronsingly.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 31, 2012 7:56:28 GMT -5
"Tell me of the interesting things then," Vivian said, almost with a demanding hunger to actually get off the subject of some stupid treaty. If she had to put up with talking about Camelot all evening she would probably scream, "Because I do not really know what could be classed as interesting here..." she took another sip of her drink. "What do people do here for fun?"
"Oh im sure he'll be around to pull more butterflies out from people's hair!" Vivian replied, "after all, he's here until this whole treaty thing ends. Hopefully you will be able to see him for yourself!" she clasped her hands together, spotting Trickler standing beside King Alined, who had a constant frown on his face. "That's him" she pointed him out, "Over there, he really isn't that hard to miss." Not with that monstrosity of an outfit on. Poor man, how pathetic he had to be for the entertainment of others.
"I didn't think the party was half-bad...but you must have some very inteeeereeeesting things to do in Lyonesse, if you're so bored. What do you spend your time doing back home?" Well she wouldn't would she? After all, Isadora had been associated with Camelot far longer than Vivian. There must be something about the place that kept her coming back.
"I like dancing" Vivian replied, "Although it's always with my father because anytime a man asks me he gets angry." Yes, to the extent of knife brandishing, "I sew, that's a bit boring after a while - I like yelling at my servants if they don't do anything right, honestly! Sometimes I think they're just incapable of breathing!" she rolled her eyes, "I like to go riding, even if my father sends out lots of guards with me...and then himself incase anything happens." She shrugged, and then looked to Isadora with a grin, "But swear not to tell anyone this!" she leant in with a hushed tone, "Sometimes I sneak out at night, just to go for a walk, I feel a little more free when my father isn't around. I only go as far as the town, but don't tell anyone! My father wouldn't let me out again if he knew, he really didn't like the idea of bringing me here anyway, but he had no choice. He couldn't leave me alone in Lyonnesse."
Her curiosity was now getting the better of her, "What is Gwent like?" she asked, never having been there herself.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 22, 2012 15:06:01 GMT -5
Vivian studied her nails mindlessly as she sat alongside her father, waiting for their guest to arrive. Either they would be fashionably late or stupidly early - either way Vivian didn't have the slightest interest in this Prince Voldermort? Wartyvorn? She couldn't even remember the name her father had told her - therefore he couldn't be that important to her, and where on earth was Sorelia anyway? It sounded like some kind of illness!
"Vivian, sit up straighter and stop slouching" Olaf discreetly leant over and whispered in her ear. "You're a lady, not a commoner."
All Vivian could do was roll her eyes at this and shift herself into a more suitable sitting position, much to Olaf's approval.
With a dreamy sigh Her eyes wandered the hall, nope - nobody interesting to pretend to make conversation with for the rest of the afternoon. Just Perfect! At least she could make her excuses and retire early with a 'headache'.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 21, 2012 14:19:00 GMT -5
Could she see it? Could she really. Vivian admired Isadora's honesty but she had no idea whether it was just her being polite. "Hmm" was all she said in response, knowing full well that tonight wasn't about to get any more exciting as it had done so far. "But I suppose now you're here you'll have to do" she shrugged and smiled sweetly, "after all, i've no one to talk to apart from my father, and even then most of the things he says don't interest me in the slightest".
Trickler, now they were onto a subject worth speaking about! "Oh he was brilliant!" Vivian raved, "He pulled a butterfly from behind my ear!" Now that had been brilliant! "He also breathed fire and lit the candles on the table!" she explained like an excited child with a new toy, "Oh you should have been here to see it". It was a shame that Isadora had missed Trickler's performance earlier, but he was here for the duration of the peace treaty so there was no doubt that she would see another performance.
Vivian clasped her hands together let out a small huff of boredom. "So...do the people of Camelot have any fun? Or is it always like this? Just staaaaaaaaanding arooooooooooound and talking about nothing of interest whatsoever?" Giving Isadora a perfectly innocent look, her gaze now turned back to the rest of the people in the hall.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 18, 2012 2:58:26 GMT -5
Vivian allowed herself to slip out a small yawn, whilst her father was discussing peace treaty matters, for what felt like the hundreth time that day. She couldnt wait for it all just to be over so she could return to Lyonesse and boss her maid about again - the poor girl really didn't have a brain and had been made to stay behind. Thankfully this 'Gwen' that had been placed with her for the duration of her stay was far better in her position than Vivian's own maid.
"I beg your pardon, Lady Vivian, is it not? I fear we have yet to be introduced, a state I would see absolved. I am Isadora Theirin, of Gwent." Vivian hadn't noticed the young woman who had just approached her, and her introduction certainly surprised her somewhat. Vivian looked her up and down - she was quite pretty she supposed. This Isadora certainly didn't lack in the style department either, and so she shouldn't as a woman of status. Once Vivian had deemed her acceptable to talk to she smiled pleasantly, bowing her head formally as she always did.
"A pleasure to make your aqauintance." she replied almost robotically, lips tightly together, and scanned the hall again. "It is a rather dull evening don't you think, Lady Isadora?" Vivian stated, shooting a sideways glance towards Isadora, "I fear I may fall asleep from sheer boredom, although I suppose the earlier entertainment was... acceptable." What on earth did the people here deem as 'fun' anyway?!
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Post by Vivian on Mar 17, 2012 12:34:24 GMT -5
Lady Vivian didn't think much of Camelot from what she'd experianced so far. She didn't like the town, she didn't like the flowers in the castle's garden, she didn't like Prince Arthur. Of course her father had dragged her there for his own expense - reason being that he daren't leave her alone back in Lyonesse. Her father was sometimes too protective of her, and this usually ended with his temper reaching boiling point and the drawing of a sword or something sharp and point. In fact any object that could be aimed at the poor boy who so much as looked at her summed it all up really.
Earlier she had sat watching the jester that King Alined had brought to Camelot with him. He'd already pulled a butterfly from behind her ear earlier and that had impressed her quite a lot, and it took A LOT to impress Vivian when it came down to entertainment. No, she was sure that trickler could provide some adequate entertainment to keep her sane whilst the peace treaty was being signed.
The people had begun to mingle after the feast, with her father sticking close by incase anyone set one foot near her - but Vivian was becoming bored of the formalities and saying hello to nobles who she would never even see again. She looked around making it clearly obvious that she was bored, and it was too early to announce that she would retire for the evening. It looked like she would just have to stick this one out for another hour or so, before she could finally make her excuses - but what to do for an hour? This was going to be a looong wait indeed.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 12, 2012 15:14:14 GMT -5
"Oh do you?" she glared at him, raising her chin slightly to show she had a far greater power over him than anyone else. She walked towards him and circled him, her glare still constant and fixed on her brows. "Well then, you'd best keep one eye open at night, because my father isn't going to be happy when he hears this, and i'm not so bad with a knife in my hand myself." If he was going to be all big headed and smug then she was certainly going to let him feel the sheer horror of what extreme's her father would go to, just to keep her safe.
She wasn't going to stand there and be spoken to so rudely by a mere jester. "Obviously your experiances at addressing royalty are limited too." she raised her brows, " I suppose the term 'jester' is appropriate." she just shrugged and carried on walking. "Why would I want to find anyone else?"
Vivian stopped in her tracks and spun round to face him. "Why are you still following me?" she demanded, "Haven't you got anything better to do? Such as juggling some fruit?" Vivian was becoming impatient with him now and wanted nothing more than a nice carefree stroll without any interruptions, no matter how unwanted.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 11, 2012 15:22:16 GMT -5
He was starting to become so irritating that he was almost causing her to have the urge to run him through herself! "I'll put an end to you in a minute if you don't stop following me!" she snapped and put her hands on her hips, looking at him down her nose. "and you're giving me a headache, and when I get headaches then you really don't want to be near me." Vivian told him coldly. Obviously this man was increadibly stupid, or just plain annoying - she suspected it was both.
"My name is Torrin Fletch. I am Camelot's jester. You might remember me, from last night."
Vivian looked at him blankly. "Why should I remember you?" she asked, "You're just a jester? and to be fair you're not really a good one at the moment." Vivian liked to laugh, at other people yes and not on her own expense, this Torrin character really wasn't living up to his occupation. "So go on...make me laugh" she ordered and now folded her arms waiting for him to do something that most likely wouldn't impress her. Not that she wanted to be impressed - it took a lot.
She waited for a few seconds before turning and walking again. "See...perhaps you should find another job, and another person to annoy." With the flick of her hair, she flounced off in the direction of the castle.
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Post by Vivian on Feb 27, 2012 13:47:02 GMT -5
Not looking hard enough?! Oh he had not just said that! and to her of all people! Did he really have no idea who he was talking to? Well obviously he did because he wasn't leaving her be. But to speak to her like that! She had a good mind to go and find some of her father's men to set themselves on him. Vivian glared at him. "Leave me alone!" she snapped, "I was enjoying my day and unfortuantly it has been spoilt by some...some...silly man!". She didn't care whether it sounded pathetic or not. The look she was giving him now certainly made up for it.
"Who are you anyway?" she demanded, wanting to know the name of her stalker so as she could inform the guards later, should he choose to provoke her some more.
Great. He had a message from Prince Arthur, he hadn't left her alone either - then again, she couldn't help that she was beautiful. "You're right..." she said, getting up and brushing her skirts off, "I don't!" and with that, she turned, flicking her hair as she did so and walked away - hoping that this man would get the picture and leave her alone.
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Post by Vivian on Feb 27, 2012 13:03:44 GMT -5
"I'm sure I will, my lady. Lyonesse has quite the reputation which I'm sure will be more than upheld."
Vivian gave a small smirk. How curteous of him. She raised her chin slightly at him, "Oh really? Well you must tell me all about what you have heard about it." She would put him to the test to see whether he truly knew anything about her Kingdom at all. She'd done so with other men who had come up with all the wrong reasons. Vivian could see the look on his face now. Obviously trying his hardest not to appear as though he was flirting with her. This was going to be fun.
Olaf was more than pleased at the acceptance that Celyn was now making about dinner. Excellent. That meant that Vivian could toy all the more with him...
An hour later.
Everyone was now seated with Vivian deliberatly placing herself next to Celyn one side and her father the other. "You will have to tell us of our reputation, all good I hope...for your sake" she leant over and whispered to him, before turning to her father. Will our guest be staying for the night father? It would be rather rude of us if he did not."
Olaf raised his brows slightly. "I am sure that is for the Prince to decide, but I have no objection." He shot Celyn a look, as well as another of 'touch my daughter and feel my wrath...' Vivian rolled her eyes and turned back to Celyn.
"Now...you were saying my lord...."
This was going to be a night of fun.
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Post by Vivian on Jan 22, 2012 14:56:07 GMT -5
Vivian was bored. Bored of everything and everyone here. But not so much that it was reducing her to tears (so the expression went). No. She had to make like she was actually interested in Camelot and it's 'wonders'. Also, Prince Arthur hadn't left her alone, and now she'd taken refuge in the gardens to get away from him. If he so much as brandished another flower in front of her, then she would cry wolf - then her father would step in and Arthur would be sorry. It was almost as like he wasn't getting her rejection methods at all.
She'd taken to picking at the grass and occasionally would let out of the odd sigh of boredom. She wanted to be back in Lyonesse again, bossing her maids around and having what she wanted at th click of her finger. Of course her father was far too busy with the peace treaty to even bother giving her what she wanted.
"My Lady Vivian!" Vivian looked up and raised an eyebrow at the person who had used her name in such a manner of expression, that it was almost hard not to ignore him. Oh goody, it was a man... "How pleasant it is to find you here and be in your company."
Vivian stood up as the man bowed and brushed herself down, she wasn't in the mood for this. "Pleasant for you perhaps" she huffed, "However I would hardly describe the situation as that from my view". If this was some kind of trick (of which Vivian was unsure of at this time) then she wanted to make it known now that she was not in the mood for any funny business whatsoever.
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Post by Vivian on Jan 4, 2012 18:16:17 GMT -5
She could feel his lips scarring her across her collarbone. Bring one hand up and moving her fingers across it to see if she could feel any mark that he'd left. Of course not, because his kisses were just as perfect as he! "How you feel like heaven to touch!" she heard him say, making the hand on her collarbone run through his perfect hair. So soft...so smooth...oh how she wanted him!
"Why must you do this to me!" she breathed in between each kiss, that felt like it would last a lifetime. "Why must you make me want you so badly! It is like the most excruciating pain I have ever felt!"
At this she could now feel the hand in his hair join the other underneath his shirt, her nails toying with his skin across his back, just generally wanting to rip the darn thing off that was preventing skin to skin contact! Besides, clothes were a little overrated these days anyway!
"I must possess you!"
Just the thought sent her over the edge. She tugged at his shirt, anywhere, any place? She didn't care where it ripped, as long as it just came off! "Then possess me my love!" she gasped again. "Just do not make me wait any longer!". The wanting, the needing, It was all too much and soon she could feel her nails raking down his chest until they reached his belt...
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