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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Jan 4, 2015 20:21:15 GMT
(Sorry! Came down with The Plague...)
Nathan remained near the car as Esther exited from the vehicle. Fairchild took note that she didn’t even bother to lock it. His fingers grazed against the smooth, chrome exterior. He lowered his head slightly, almost looking predatory as his gaze remained locked upon Esther’s figure. That madcap grin teased on his features yet again. Fingers started to drag in circles on the smooth surface of the car. Nathan started to slowly walk alongside of the car, his fingers dragging against its surface as he did so. His voice, deep and sinister, rumbled from his throat.
“Estherrr..” There was a soft growl in it as he tilted his head. Fairchild couldn’t help but ball his right hand into a fist. He started to bring it up towards his face. He let his pinky finger drag against his lower lip as he spoke. “No goodnight kiss?” He chuckled, his eyes gleaming as he did so.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Jan 4, 2015 21:09:13 GMT
((Oh, hon. I hope you're getting to feeling better. Hopefully, this will make you smile.)) Esther paused in her movement, turning on the balls of her feet like a dancer, and stepped back towards Fairchild, a slender eyebrow arched. "A goodnight kiss?" she echoed, "Is that what you want, Nathaniel? Do you want to kiss me? Or do you want more? To mount me, take me? To bite me, taste me... fuck me like you used to? Are you missing the light against dark, cold against warm, Horseman and Serpent, Wolf and Red, coiled together as we were once?" The scent of Esther's hair was intoxicating, the wine-dark of her lips tempting, her dark eyes daring. Her voice was murmured low, that honey and cream texture to it, and its tone sin itself. Her hand even came up to rest on his chest, her stolen warmth felt through the fabric of his shirt. Nathaniel had heard that tenor of voice several times before, whispered in his ear, nipped along his neck, lapped along his flesh. He had heard it in moments that were naught but wild and free. ((Seduction roll - 7 + 6 = 13 (3 successes) - Fairchild's Wits+Comp))
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Jan 5, 2015 5:35:47 GMT
Her hand pressed flush against his chest, causing the beast to take in a deep breath. This in turn caused his chest to press harder against her palm. That smile, that teasing mask that he wore, was cast aside as she strode up to him. Her dark gaze met his glacial hues. The beast leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as his brain tried to decide what to do. Even with someone as tempting as Esther, Fairchild was always torn. His emotions ranged from love and lust, to violence and anger. Nathan opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. For once, the words were torn from his lips.
Nathan swallowed, the muscles in his throat tightening. Fairchild’s right hand balled into a fist. Nathan’s left hand raised slowly, his fingers starting to trace along the smooth line of Esther’s jaw. His fingers barely touched her as his gaze took in her features in what little light they were given. She could see that he was trying to suppress whatever he was feeling.
“...And this has been hard enough on you. I know it’s been hard enough on me..” he said back in a soft, pained voice. Maybe for the first time tonight, she had actually cut through the most well placed defenses that the Beast of America had put up.
( Burning Willpower (If I did this right!) - 5+3=8 )
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Jan 5, 2015 14:27:11 GMT
Esther remained quiet as she stood there before Fairchild, watching the struggle on his face. She felt the cold, feather-light touch on her face and the Daeva took in a breath herself. Within, her beast purred, reaching out through the bars of her ribcage as if to encourage her.
She ran her fingers along the inside lapel of his jacket, her thumb grazing over the zipper and her knuckles brushing against his chest as she does. "Ah, sir, life is hard..." she murmured in reply, raising her honey brown eyes to meet his blue ones again.
Esther took a step back then, though her fingertips still grasped Fairchild's jacket lapel, giving him the slightest of tugs to follow.
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Jan 7, 2015 5:25:25 GMT
Her fingers dragged against his jacket, curling as it caught the fabric. As she started to pull away, he was tugged forward lightly. Nathan could almost feel the beast in Esther stir. Fairchild licked his lips, desire burning in his form. The soft pop of his teeth grinding against each other as he continued to run through it in his mind. Nathan took a step forward, almost instinctively as her fingers almost broke contact on his jacket.
Nathan smiled softly, leaning forward. He cut through the distance between them, his cold breath dragging between tiers of marble. His piercing gaze remained locked on her amber eyes. Fairchild tilted his head slightly as he started to open his mouth. He turned his body slightly as he forced himself to take a step back. This caused her hand to finally break contact with his jacket.
“...not tonight, Esther.” he said softly. His voice almost sounded like he was in slight pain as he said it. Nathan took another slow step back, adding a bit more distance between the two beasts.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Jan 7, 2015 13:54:14 GMT
Esther watched him retreat, decline, with a passive expression. What was he declining exactly? Even she wasn't entirely sure. But, in any case.
She didn't say anything in return to his words. There were things she could say, cruel and cutting things, soft and velvety things. But she said nothing more. She simply nodded, once, and then turned away. Making her way to the side door of the Orchid again, she unlocked, opened it, and slipped inside the building, the door closing and the bolt throwing itself into place once again behind her.
Inside, in the known dark of her establishment, Esther would wait, not leaving again until Fairchild was well and gone, to pass the rest of her night in silence. She was weary of talking.
((Good to close?))
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