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Date Posted: 06/12/07 4:58pm
Author: Zidane
Subject: Should I stay or should I go?
In reply to: Bree/Durgan 's message, "Where'd ya go?" on 06/12/07 4:52pm

(It wasn't uncommon for the women to vy for his after-dinner affections, so he was more than prepared for the way each of them would take her turn caressing him, or taunting him, trying to outdo each other in a bid to warm his bed for dessert. He leaned his head back, watching Shanille as she came around the end of the table, his eyes appreciative as they swept over the sleek gown she wore, which left everything and nothing to his imagination. He was about to turn his head, and was blatantly thinking about filling his hands with those enticing breasts, when his brother - always the voice of reason - broke in with a special announcement. He arhced his brow and smiled at Shanille instead, kissing her softly and watching her with a dry mouth as she walked away. He wanted to throw a tantrum himself.. he could have had his hands on those breasts.. damnit. He looked over at Bree, and saw the lightening marks in her eyes and nearly cursed out loud. She was so close to changing he could smell the power surrounding her.) Come lass. (He said, making it look to the other women as though he had made up his mind and just couldn't wait until after dinner for her. Amidst groans of disappointment, he hauled her out of her chair by her upper arm and - at the last moment - grabbed his glass of wine to take with him as he led her out of the great hall and into a smaller room that served as his study. He closed the door and crossed to the window, taking a sip of his wine. He knew she was about to blow up on him, so he was giving her space to do it in solitary.)

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Where'd ya go? -- Bree, 06/12/07 6:53pm