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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 21:44:31 GMT -5
[for hallie and charles, duh]
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 21:45:34 GMT -5
It wasn't like they couldn't just...not go to the party. She had promised her parents she'd try and make it when she was feeling a bit better--that she'd try and enjoy herself. But it would be impossible to enjoy herself if Charles didn't come along. How could she after all that had just...transpired. God this couch they were both laying on, tangled in each others limbs--Hallie didn't think she'd ever be able to tear herself off of it. It was only by the chiming of the clock in the corner that she realized what time it was--and no, not a Cinderella-like midnight chime, just a chime that signaled another hour passed.
Yes, they should get to the party. "Charles--" Hallie started lightly and planted a kiss on his bare chest. "Come with me. Now. To the party?" She suggested hopefully and wrapped one arm around him, bare chest to bare chest. How could he possibly say no to that?
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 21:50:13 GMT -5
“Gladly,” Charles smirked, though his brows furrowed a little when she added the bit about the party. “I don’t know about that,” he murmured, though he had to admit that she was making herself quite irresistible. “There will be people there. And that will require clothes.”
He made an equally valid point. He did not have to mention that the people being there might mean running into his parents, or some other snobbish people who thought that he had nothing good to wear, that he didn’t count as a person anymore simply because he was a stable boy.
Still, he wanted to make her happy, even if dancing in a large ensemble of people was considerably less appealing than what they were doing now. If he did it, he was sure she would repay him later. Or he’d find a way for that to happen himself. “Fine,” he huffed, struggling to sit up after a moment, surprised the agreement had just come out. She was making him do strange things.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 22:00:32 GMT -5
Hallie grinned and let out a sight of relief before she sat up as well, sheilding herself--now it felt almost...too revealed. Like the fact that theyw eren't distracted by all the sensation and irresistable urges would change how he felt about her body. "I don't much care what you wear--but if you'd feel more comfortable, I'm sure you'd fit fine in one of my fathers costumes. And besides--clothes means the likelihood of having to take them off?" She assured him and leaned forward to press her lips against the side of his jaw. "Come on then, we'll go pick something out."
It didn't take long--and it seemed whatever past Charles had in this lavish life was not entirely forgotten. He looked handsome in these clothes--like he belonged in them, but she much preferred him in whatever made him comfortable, and it was obvious this made him a bit stiff. She'd help that, she assured herself. She'd definitely help that. Her outfit was much easier to pick out--it was the putting on that was the problem. She was so used to having someone help her that she was thrown off--and as determined as she was, she couldn't help but ask Charles to lace her up.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 22:05:46 GMT -5
Charles grinned at the sight of her, wishing that she wouldn’t put her arm in front of her like that. Like they hadn’t just done what they’d done. He had taken her, and now he was hers; could be no one else’s. But still, she was shy? And shy of that body? He shook his head slightly to focus on what she was saying. “I don’ think that’s a good idea,” he muttered about her father’s clothes – especially if he was going to have to pop the outfit’s buttons later, like she was suggesting. He grinned with a slights hiver as she kissed his jaw, all too briefly.
He followed her to the place where he (reluctantly) dressed himself, admiring himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair and washing his face briefly. He gladly helped her dress, cupping her breasts with care to situate them in the corset that he couldn’t wait to get her out of again later, if possible. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing the side of her neck slowly, lingering there for a moment, still half-hoping she would give up the whole idea.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 22:14:20 GMT -5
"Keep that up and we'll never get anywhere." Hallie murmured and nudged at him with her elbow as he fixed her up, sending all too familiar shivers down her spine. She knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew exactly what he was doing, and Hallie couldn't admit she was tempted to just give in--but no. They had to take time out to live in a bit of that propriety. And God! What would her mother think if she knew what they'd just done?
The best part was, she didn't regret it in the least. She wanted him to take her again, and again. Endlessly, really. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She tempted him lightly and looped her arm around his waist, trying to pull him towards the front door--despited his resistance-- where their transportation was always at the ready. "What do you think they'll all say? My parents--yours?" Because even though she was all smiles and he was trying hard not to seem too dejected by this, Hallie knew it would be hard for him. And she was more than grateful he'd come along.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 22:18:10 GMT -5
“And that, my dear,” is precisely the point,” Charles grinned against the sensitive skin of her neck before pulling back when she nudged at him, reluctantly of course. He would do her bidding, just because she had that sort of effect on him, even though he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit it yet to either of them. Yet…what was so wrong about admitting the effect she had on him, anyway? Was it love, or just lust? Both, more than likely.
If Charles had known about her desires, he certainly wouldn’t have to be told twice before carrying them out. He raised an eyebrow in interest at her promise. “I’ll count on it then,” he decided, allowing her to lead him toward the front door, if only because she was doing it so temptingly. He sighed. “Mine won’t speak to me at all, and yours will probably tell me to go back to the stable,” he muttered, helping her into the carriage. He wasted no time in pulling her onto his lap and kissing her once they were inside. Talking was overrated - especially about his parents.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 22:26:22 GMT -5
Hallie had just opened her mouth to protest--she always had something to protest. And now was no exception--his parents would talk to him, at least if he let her have any say about it. Hallie assumed it hurt him, it had to--the way his parents turned him away so callously like they had. Charles wasn't allowed to be hurt, she'd decided. Not when she was unable to fix it.
But of course, his lips on hers was more then enough distraction--in the coveted confines of their carriage it didn't matter what they did. Her lips parted his easily, she was something of a professional now, but she had to remind herself to keep them both in line. He was trying to get her carried away after all. So, childishly, she crossed her arms over her chest and wiggled away on his lap, pointedly ignoring him. They were almost there--but there was more than enough time, Hallie was sure, to tease him a bit.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 22:29:47 GMT -5
Charles was glad that his kisses had shut her up on the subject of his parents. He really didn’t want to talk about them; they were most certainly going to spoil the evening if they did. All he wanted to do was think about her, and her soft, smooth flesh… And the way she could coax his mouth open without even hardly trying.
He ran his tongue along hers greedily, but after a second, she was pulling away. One brow raised while the other furrowed. “You are a tease. I don’t think you’re getting away that easily, in the confines of a carriage,” he reminded her with a smirk, pulling her back to him and kissing her neck. He didn’t have to tempt her much at all in order to get her to acquiesce; he didn’t have to chase her when she was so willing to come back to him. And if she didn’t want him here, then he could just leave and wait for her later.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 22:38:13 GMT -5
Hallie let out a sharp laugh as he pulled her back in and torturously placed his lips at her neck, it didn't take much for her to turn her head to the side a bit, giving him much more room to work with. Oh, forget controlling themselves, she figured just as the carriage rolled to a stop. They'd say quick hello's, steal a bottle of something and sneak off behind closed doors and secret alcoves. "You're the tease." She murmured as they stepped out of the carriage, ducking close to his ear to clumsily leave the words at his ear as he helped her down. Ever the gentleman.
Walking in--getting introduced...all of it was overwhelming. And she'd never known anything else, but Charles--she had to steal a look at him while all heads turned to watch them as they entered, her arm in his. She was proud of it--of all members in this high and mighty society, Hallie could honestly say Charles was the most good. Hallie scanned the crowd and her eyes fell on her parents. She could just feel the rigidness in him--and so, she decided to spare him. He'd made it this far with her, why push him? "I'll go save face--why don't you go find us a drink and a place I can make it up to you?" She teased, her lips curling into a smirk she was trying to keep innocent. They had an audience now. Hallie held her hand out, all formalities, but really, he just wanted to feel his lips on her skin again--a light reminder of what was to come.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 22:43:44 GMT -5
“You started it,” he reminded her, managing to say it as he released her hand after helping her down the step. He always tried to get in the last word, but it usually didn’t work. He smirked to himself at the thought of the ride home, if they could even last that long. One dance, one drink, one nod to some important person whose name they didn’t remember, and they would be off to the races.
He hung close to her once they got inside, looking as stoic and somber as ever, even though, inwardly, he was mildly terrified. He’d never been good in crowds; he didn’t like people, horses were better. They didn’t ask you strange questions or judge you. He glanced at her every few moments and let her do the talking; he was just her escort.
He stiffened as her eyes fell on her parents. He nodded, gratefully, in response to her suggestion, and, when no one was looking, he snuck a bottle of wine over his greatcoat. He stepped backwards, turning the knobs of doors until he found one that clicked open, then hung in a corner to wait for her.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 22:49:56 GMT -5
She watched him as he left--keeping track as he disappeared somewhere down the hall through one of the many doors--before she headed over to her parents and their group of friends. She saw her sisters, eyeing her curiously somewhere a little ways off--her apprearance was perfect, she was sure. But part of her wondered if she looked different. If her posture or stature was more confident, excited like she'd never been before...
And hell, that was true. She needed to ditch this wonky formality party and find Charles again. Because really, that was all that mattered--to either of them. Hallie bid her goodbyes and was off, quicker then anything as she found that same door he'd disappeared behind, "Charles?" She called out lightly, not taking much time to look around before she stepped inside, completely missing him in his clever hiding space.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 22:54:00 GMT -5
It was dark, very dark, in the closet. Frankly, Charles would have liked to find something better, something that would have given them a bit more room to work with, and maybe a nice bed that they could rumple the covers up just to give the owner of the home a pleasant surprise later. He waited in the darkness for a moment, and thought about surprising her, but that would just be too cruel.
“You took long enough,” he grunted, popping the cork of the bottle in the darkness and tipping it back to take a swig. He smiled, his teeth flashing white in the darkness of the closet, and fumbled around in the darkness, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer to him, not that she could be very far away in the small closet. He handed her the wine bottle, his hand going greedily to cup her ass.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 22:58:31 GMT -5
"So impatient." Hallie teased breathily, her voice quiet--this was risky. And it was that risk that made it so much more exciting to her. She let out a little laugh as he snaked her closer, not even hesitating a second before he found her ass. "Charles!" She scolded, teasingly, still. Purposely teasing him, trying to get a little flare of teasing anger.
Hallie tipped the bottle up to her lips for a long swig, one hand against his chest to keep him away--another draped over his shoulders to keep him close, wine bottle in hand. It was all very contradictory, and she couldn't help but point that out as she just barely brushed her lips against his. So what--she was going to be in control now?
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 23:04:42 GMT -5
“Doesn’t seem like you’re complaining,” Charles muttered back, a bit breathlessly as well. He knew that it was risky; that was just part of the fun. But honestly, what would people want from the closet right now anyway, when they were in the middle of a party? They wouldn’t be getting their coats until it was over. He just smirked when she pretended to chastise him; she didn’t mean it.
He raised an eyebrow, impressed, when she took a long swallow. Was that a good idea? He certainly wasn’t going to complain if she got drunk but he wasn’t sure she could quite handle her liquor; at least it was just wine. He brought her hips against his, though still kept apart at the chest, not that he minded terribly much. His lips parted when she taunted him - she tasted like wine and chocolate and sweat and Hallie – and he growled slightly. “Tease,” he repeated, tangling his other hand in her hair and tugging her head up for a proper kiss.
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