dansing between lightening and thunder....

[dansemajik]

OC: I am back.

Charcter: Gina. 35, long curling champagne hair, eyes that are direct and the color of storm clouds. Full sensual lips.

Gina is a business consultant, most of her work is conducted on airplanes via computer and cell phones. She travels for pleasure. Every thing she puts in her mouth, she does it purely for the enjoyment of how it feels, and tastes in her mouth. Every fabric she puts on her skin, she puts there for the sheer enjoyment of how it feels. Every thing she sees, it is for the pleasure of the sight.

Gina likes better, not more. She goes for guys who are between 40 and 50, salt and pepper hair, direct intelligent eyes. She needs a man who can read her eyes and tell exactly what she wants, what she needs.

IC: She put her briefcase down on the bed of the hotel suite. Her eyes traveled to the window that took up the entire wall. The blue green sea beckoned to her. A stretch of private beach lie just beyond the window. She smiled to herself, her lips curling slightly at the corners. She rang for room service, asking for champagne and rasberries to be put on the small table on the patio.

She had changed from her silk and linen, into a bathing suit. She finished tying her hair on top of her head, curling tendrils escaping about her neck and face. The suit was the color of her skin, backless, with slim straps over her shoulders. She could almost feel the cool salty water on her skin.

She walked to the waters edge, oblivious to prying eyes, She dove into a wave, exhalting in the coolness. The way it caressed her skin. She turned and went to the chair sitting on the sand, with the bucket of champagne next to it, the rasberries in a silver bowl on the table. The crystal flute glittered in the sunlight. She didn't bother with a towel, she poured a glass of champagne, bit into a rasberry then took a deep drink of the bubbling liquid, loving the way it exploded against her tongue.

When she opened her deep gray eyes, she saw him watching her, not moving, just staring at her...she smiled, wondering if he wanted a show?

 

[sojournerwolf]

Character: Lucas

Character: Lucas, male, early 40’s. Thick black hair going gray, down past his shoulders, usually worn in a pony tail when in public. There is a startling streak of white stretching from the hairline above his left eyebrow. The light scar that bisects that eyebrow and creases his high cheekbone tells the story of how that came to be. His skin is the dark, weathered copper of partial Native American ancestry and years spent in places he does not talk much about. His eyes are hazel flecked with gold. They tend to change color with mood. Some, who might have called them cold, are dead. Others just avoid him. Yet, the lines of his face also speak of laughter, of seeing beyond the moment. There seem to be other incongruities. Between a square jaw soaring into cliffs of high cheekbones, his mouth is wide and generous. In his left ear is a single, silver stud. There is a stillness, a patience about him worn like a familiar cloak over a vast reserve of energy, strength, endurance, great passion that seems to emanate in waves. When he moves, it is with the grace of a dancer…or hunter. His hands are large, with long, narrow fingers whose delicacy of movement speaks of great control rather than weakness. He is just over six foot tall. His body is of muscle well honed by action found elsewhere than in a gymnasium pumping iron. It is suspiciously scarred with occasional grooves and remnants of round punctures. Who he is, why he is here, this is yet to be revealed.

CONTINUING: Lucas has been watching Gina since before she came down to the beach. Before she had even arrived at the hotel, he had registered and waited. The mere facts of her that he had read left him unprepared for the reality of the woman. It was when she first passed him in the lobby of the hotel that he sensed…something. ‘Je nais se quois’, he murmured to himself, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Involvement was not his style, though if it served the purposes of an assignment, he had no qualms using whatever means necessary for successful completion, using whomever he had to in order to succeed…winning, that was his style, by any means necessary. Yet, here he was, on this beach, violating every rule he had learned in the toughest ways possible, watching her openly, letting her actually see him.

It wasn’t her beauty, though he admitted freely to himself she was an woman of rare attractiveness, one of those who savored the desire and envy she caused in others with confidence, without a shred of false modesty or vanity. Her attitude could be read openly, especially by someone like him, in the set of her jaw, the smolder of her eyes, the firm fullness of her lips…he wondered how her lips would feel crushed beneath his own, the taste of her mouth as he lightly probed, tasted the smooth eagerness of her tongue…He shook his head. Fantasy was not his business, yet he could not help but be drawn back into such thoughts…It was as if, in Gina, he could sense a congruent force as powerful as his own of a passion for life itself beyond what most people could even dream let alone experience, an attraction as of the polar opposites of magnets.

Now, on the beach, dressed in jeans and T-shirt that molded to his body like a skin, he watched her walk from the hotel with an unhurried but focused step, conscious of herself yet unselfconscious in the sense of unconfidence. Her body glimmered beneath the sun where the wisps of her bathing suit did not cover it. Lucas’s lips thinned as he found himself wondering what all of her looked like, felt like…He watched her enter the water. The surf was strong that day, and when she dove into the wave and did not immediately emerge, Lucas found himself starting to move towards the water with almost no thought, but an unfamiliar feeling…then she emerged. He felt foolish standing there, watching her saunter to her chair for her champagne and raspberries…lost in watching her his mind wandered into a realm he shared with no one but himself, a pleasure only his.….

She is of water born
and yet, unlike mere
myths of mermaids,
Of sirens, of naiads,
she sparkles as if
the inspiration for
all of these and more.


No one could accuse him of undue sentimentality and yet, here he was, his pulse slowly climbing, even as cold reason pointed out he was in danger of blowing this assignment completely, for she had seen him, was smiling at him…And his lips, without bidding, were responding to hers.

What the hell, they were his rules and he could change them as he willed, Lucas told himself.

And then?

 

[dansemajik]

Oh, poetbro...so so you.....

OOC: I have been waiting for you.

IC: He stares at her openly, not avoiding her gaze like most men do. Only the most confident have the courage to actually meet her eyes.

She lets her eyes peruse the man standing a short distance from her. His eyes capture hers, not releasing her. It feels to her as if he is looking into her very soul. She frowned, not sure what to do for the first time in her life. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising, barely contained in her suit.

She pulled her eyes away from the gold flecked eyes that pinned her. She reached up, pulling the pin out of her hair, shaking the blonde tresses about her shoulders. She sighed as she sat in the low chair, letting the sun soak into her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, smiling slightly to herself.

She would look for the strange man later, and see what secrets he had to tell.

she felt the shadow fall over her before she opened her eyes. She was suddenly afraid to open them. The hair on her arms was standing on end. She opened her eyes, and was met with a vision that terrified her. Who the hell was this guy?

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: and I've been looking...

IC: With casual insolence, Lucas lets his eyes glide along the length of her body, tangle in her hair...yet, it is to her eyes he is drawn, those mirrors on the tempest of her soul. He wonders what is within that storm, regrets or wildness, useless rage or freedom? For a moment, it seems as if the rest of the world goes out of focus and he is being drawn into her maelstorm.

The warning flags come up. He has a job to do and that job requires a certain amount of distance, discipline...and her eyes, dammit, her eyes are there and he can feel the challenge she so casually tosses at him, as she calmly lets go of his gaze, loosens the waves of wild honey hair and reclines into her chair...smiling.

Lucas smiles, too, a smile that would not be out of place on the face of a snake. He lets her relax a moment, lets her wonder...then, he moves towards her. Skilled at stalking without sound, leaving no trace, he is beside her before she knows it. He says nothing, just looms above her. The sun behind him casts his impassive face into shadow. Her eyes open and he sees the wariness, yes, but it is a momentary flash, as is the anger.

Casually, he reaches across her to the raspberries. His chest is scant inches from hers as he unhurriedly selects one without hurry, then pops it into his mouth. He can sense her eyes upon him, calculating, considering, trying to figure out what he is up to. Though he knows he has already crossed the line that professional caution dictates, he finds himself enjoying the game, wanting to see how she will react. Seeing if she really is as confident as she comes across, or if it is all sham. That she hasn't said anything could mean she is as self assurred as she appears...or she could be just another of those who substitute outward success for inner strength, who in their most private selves are nothing but cowering rabbits when all the trappings of plastic civilization are taken away, the rules broken. He's known enough of them. He decides to see if she has teeth.

"Bit pale to be exposing so much skin to this kind of sun, aren't you?" He takes another raspberry, again leaning over her with an air of arrogance. He sucks on it, meditatively. "Hazardous to the health. Maybe you should consider some protection."

He watches from under hooded eyes, for her reaction...

 

[dansemajik]

His words fall over her, and she raises an arrogant brow. She picks up a berry, and lets if slip between her lips, She isn't quite sure how to respond. She picks up the flute and takes a sip.

"Are you volunteering to help me protect my tender flesh?" Her eyes met his once again. She was mesmerized by the intensity burning within their depths. She could see the thin scar along the side of his face. She had an urge to reach up and trace it.

She could feel the danger in him. It was coiled tightly, waiting for release. Warning bells were sounding in her mind as she watched him eating the fruit. Watching as he sucked the berries into his mouth, as his teeth crushed the tender flesh of the berries, and then his tongue slipping out to catch the drop of red juice at the corner of his mouth.

Her tongue escaped to mimic his without conscious thought. It felt as if the world had disappeared, as if they were in a place that only they could go. She took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to kiss him. To taste the berry juice on his mouth. She wanted to taste his danger, to ride it to see where it would take her.....

 

[sojournerwolf]

IC: His lips twitch at the irony of her words, an irony of which she is yet unaware. Lucas slowly licks the drop of berry juice from his mouth, watches as she mirrors his reaction. He cannot tell if she is mocking him, or if her coolness is a veneer over a amoldering heat within, a heat he feels in the tightening of his lower belly. The thought occurs to him...

lips glistening as berries
newly washed; what exotic
flavor lies just beneath
the flesh, a savor at once
sweet and salt; fresh yet
upon which I might grow
drunk...

A family walks by on their way to the beach, man and woman and tow headed children, one of each. With artless ease, he filches the bottle of sunscreen protruding fromthe bag on the woman's arm. They move on, unaware of their loss. He holds the bottle up before Gina and asks, "Shall I?"

 

[dansemajik]

Gina watches as he reaches into the straw bag slung over the mother's shoulder and removes a bottle of sunscreen. His eyes as he regards her, holding the bottle up are daring, offering up a challenge. If she had any sense, she would tell him to kiss her ass, and leave him standing in the sand.

her cool blue eyes traveled to the hand that held the coconut scented liguid. It was a large hand, strong looking,with long wide fingers. She could almost imagine how they would feel against her skin. She moved her eyes back up to his, and turned in the beach chair, exposing the expanse of her back.
she reached back and pulled her hair in front of her, letting it drape over her left shoulder, onto her breast.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas smiles, thinly. Such a trusting soul, the sort that is almost always dancing upon the precipice of disaster. His eyes glitter as they glide along her graduall curves, the plateau of her shoulders sinking into that long, cool valley along her spine, then disappearing between the firm, lush rise of her buttocks. He draws his Tshirt over his head, and tosses it aside. Lucas straddles her there in the chair, feeling the heat of her thighs through his jeans. He pours a generous dollop of the lotion into his hands, warming it slightly before letting his fingers just barely touch her shoulders, much as a maestro might first settle his fingers onto the ivories of a concert piano.

within silence, music waits
the first movement past a
veil of noise into dreams
sublime, as when man and
woman first reach across
the gulf of what is, touch
upon what is yet to be

At first, he but lightly touches her with his fingertips, letting them glide up behind her ears, so very, very lightly over the carotid where a strong pressure could cause unconsciousness, to the base of her skull where just a bit stronger push into that nerve cluster could cause unimaginable pain and paralysis....but under his touch, the nerves that guard these vulnerable spots seem to almost arch up to meet his delicate touch. His hands, gleaming with oil slither along her shoulders and arms, slowly, as a serpent might stalk prey. Without asking, he unfastens the back of her swimsuit top, and lays aside the straps. His hands almost seem to float, yet at the same time, Gina can feel the heat from them as they move along her silken flesh. His fingers curve and curl, adapating to her, caressing without the slightest tremor of the hunger growing within him. He notes, almost abstractly, the places of tension, the steel beneath the satin as he strokes the thick fluid down her lower back, around her ass, flowing along the sides and backs of her thighs to her feet.

warm as the caribbean sea, your skin
as smooth as days of calm beneath a
summer sun, yet surface beauty but
hints at the mysteries of the deep,
currents strong enough to move the
very earth itself awaiting one who
would dive for treasures yet to be
discovered...

But, he is not finished...barely pauses when the beeper on his belt silently vibrates. Without missing a touch, he shuts it off with one hand, looks at the number and clips it back.

Lightly stroking the oil onto her feet, he begins a gentle massage, first, just above the arch of her feet, that secret cluster of nerves that seems to reach deep within her womb. His hands move, massaging now with knowledgeable kneading along her calves and up, up along the inside of her thighs. With strokes of hand over hand, he works his way with increasing slowness along the inside of her thighs, feeling the tension of the mundane melt into faint tremors of anticipation as his hands approach her juncture...just the faintest touch of the sides of his fingers glide where her thighs meet, where her sex presses against the thin material of the bathing suit...he pauses, letting his hands rest there, controlling his own breathing at the feel of her warmth, radiating into his hands, the ache between his own thighs of the desire engendered by the feel of her passing like an electric current into him.

He moves along her ass, massaging, working towards her lower back. His touch gently dominates the tight muscles, seducing them into looseness. Hands skilled in a myraid of violent rituals move prove themselves likewise adept in finding and easing Gina into relaxation. He can feel her
melting under his hands, beneath the buttery smoothness of her flesh as he move along her shoulders, once more to her nape. Lucas leans forward, letting the hard flesh of his chest just barely graze her back as he whispers in her ear,
"Toast for a while, babe...I'll be back."

With that, he reluctantly eases himself away and trots off behind a kiosk, dialing his cell phone as he goes.

 

[dansemajik]

sigh

Once again, poetbro, majik, thanks for sharing it with me...Danse...

IC: Gina felt the jean clad length of his legs straddle her. She could feel the warm strength under the taut fabric. As he began stroking the lotion into her skin, with careful precision, tenderly with the tips of his strong fingers.

As he more fully placed his hands against the length of her back, she bit her lip. The tightening in all the wrong places was disconcerting her.

She closed her eyes, her mind floating. She could see him striding toward her, dark, and foreboding. Danger eminating around him. His eyes glowed with it. She was jerked away from the vision as his beeper sounded. The feeling didnt leave her.

As he leaned over her to whisper in her ear, she knew if she raised her back just a bit, she would come in contact with his skin. As he told he he would be back, she rolled over. She gazed into his amber eyes. she studied his face in detail, taking in the crease between his eyebrows above his nose, the lines etched on the sides of his eyes...smile lines, or lines from squinting into the sun?

Her hand reached up, tracing his lips. He had wonderful lips. she smiled at him through hooded eyes. "thank you, I can handle it from here. If you have to go, you have to go." she let her hand drop, her fingertip was tingling.

He didn't move. He just stared at her. His eyes betraying nothing. The only indication she had affected him at all, was the hardness against her thigh. She moved her leg closer to him. The fire was hot, she knew she would get burned but at this point in time, she did not care.

I have visions of you in my sleep
I see you in my dreams
While I am awake
Or when I am in a daze

Your eyes sparkle with knowledge
Your voice whispers its wisdom
Your hands speak of your journey
You lips speak to me your secrets

I breathe in your breath
My heartbeat matches yours
Our pulses blend together
In a symphony of sensation

Take me with you now
Show me what I can’t see
Take me beyond the edge
Into the darkness

OOC: one good poem deserves another, even tho you have seen this one, it fits....Hugs.

IC:Gina swung her legs over the chair and stood up. She gazed at him one more time, before she turned around and began walking to her room. She wondered if he would follow her, did she want him to? yes. Was it wise? Probably not.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: I like that poem and certainly enjoy reading it again,
poetsis. Thank you for sharing this story thread.

IC:His tongue unconsciously follows the path her finger traced about his lips which tingled as if a meteor had passed there. He watches as she walks away…

You flow, not with timid jerkiness nor
burlesque bump and grind, but as
the palm in rhythm with evening
breeze dances in the moonlight;
you flow as the stream of time itself
without regard for mundane markings
of night and day but serene that no
matter how others may try to label you,
to yourself alone will you answer;
you flow…and draw me after.

It was all he could do, when she had turned over beneath him, to keep from taking her in his arms then, feeling her body mold to his and his to hers, kissing her with a low, exquisite abandon of exploration. Even now only by act of will did Lucas keep from striding after Gina, catching up if for no other reason than to have just another minute or two in her presence.

He shakes his head as he dials a number into the cell phone. It should bother him more than this that he is in greater control. What he has to do allows for no margin of error, no room for the unpredictable, no distractions, no mercy. Yet, even as he watchers Gina disappear into the hotel, he knows he will continue this dance and bear the cost; it is as inevitable as how this must end, what the final call of the band will be.

His conversation on the phone is brief and sharp as he saunters towards the motel, t shirt slung over one shoulder. Almost absently, he notes he has followed Gina’s track in the sand, but walked beside, not over it. The news Lucas receives is not good and dictates his next move, though he already knows it not necessitated, he would do what he does next anyway. In the motel, a few minutes conversation and a folded bit of green provides him with a room number. It is all for appearances, of course, for Lucas already knew where Gina was. That had been arranged beforehand by his current employer. He walks into the bar and slips into a booth that lets him watch the other patrons. The waitress takes his order, and as he waits, he dials Gina’s room.

 

[dansemajik]

She resisted the urge to turn around to see what his reaction was. She calmly walked to the patio door, slid it open, and walked into her suite. She locked the door with the three locks that came on it, the slider, the turn key, and the bar at the bottom. She watched his feline like walk, the large cats, stalking the gazelle. His eyes were like that of a lion, or a panther, better yet. The panther being more smooth, seductive, silent in his desire.

The black coat rippling with each move
The yellow eyes shine with the moon
The face intense, and knowing
as he sees his desire
He does not run
He moves slowly with intent
Plotting, Planning, Executing.

She closed the drapes, and turned to take a shower, to try to wash the feel of his hands on her skin. The soap and water did not heip, she kept going back, to his hands, and lotion, traversing her skin, the hills and valleys that were her body.

She ran a brush through her shining blonde waves, and almost screamed in frustration. She held her own gaze in the mirror, and then turned away, not wanting to acknowlede what she saw there.

She was finishing her dressing when the hotel phone ring. No one knew she was here. Everyone used her cell phone. She picked it up, listened to the words. A slow smile came over her lovely face as she hung up.

She picked up her pocket book, room key, and left whistling.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OCC: Have an idea, tell me what you think...let's try to see what we can do with dialogue between us. May make for some short posts but might be fun.

IC: Lucas listened to the phone ring, wondering if she would pick up. His eyes roamed restlessly among the dim figures in the bar. Only a few had traded the freshness of the outdoors for the more intimate setting of the cool bar. He did not look at faces, those changed too easily, rather he watched movement, mannerism. The vacationing cop he picked out immediately, that tension of never quite being off at war with a strong yearning to relax. The furtive glances of a man and woman, the all too brief touches, the air of desire shot through with an uncomfortable excitement. Married lovers on illicit assignation with someone other than their spouses...He watched a moment, wondered if the degree of their discomfort, their seeming lack of familiarity with each other meant they had met via internet and this was the first face to face...

Gina picked up the phone and Lucas closed his eyes, let feelings and fleet imaginings wash over his mind...

Words contain the least meaning
of all that is said; what is heard
is in the voice, its cut or balm,
honey or acid; when I hear you,
I hear more than any mere words
might purvey; I hear the world,
seen through your eyes, the echoes
of a realm of shadow and light,
the hint of promises yet to be
made of wonders still to be explored.

Then, he said:

"You know, of course, that one of the dangers of being out in the sun is dehydration."

He grinned, waiting...he had no idea how she would respond, but he anticipated how she would react to his having her hotel phone number.

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: You know me poetbro, I am up for anything...

IC: His voice washed over her like cool water.
Sending the little elicit curls of wanton desire
throughout her body.

"Yes, I have heard that. I also believe that running water is a convenience everyone has these days." she paused and added, "In case one gets thirsty."

 

[sojournerwolf]

He grins; this is one very cool lady, not the least sign of apprehension. Yet his eyes continue to roam the bar. Something isn’t right here within the shadows…

“Oh, that is great for say, bathing, but drinking…ah, a bit bland, don’t you think? On the other hand, a little juice, say a bit of grape, refreshing without being boring. Not to mention whatever vitamins and minerals might be floating around in it. And I just happen to have a chilled bottle sitting here beside me in the old Tiki Lounge, chilled, glistening as if yearning to be drunk. Were you of a mind to stop down this way, I do believe between the two of us we would not disappoint it. Care to share a glass or two with me and provide job security for the vineyard workers of France?”

He spots the person who is out of place, too casual, too regular in the sweep of eyes around the room. His eyes narrow. Beneath the blonde wig and blue contacts, he recognizes someone who should be fertilizing tulips outside Amsterdam. She can only be here for one purpose, an aim quite at odds with his. His impulse to see Gina again takes on a different kind of urgency.

 

[dansemajik]

Gina smiled as she listened as his voice caressed her ear.

"considering that I have yet to have my daily vitamin intake, I guess I could share a glass, or two with you." She paused. "I will see you in the "Tiki Lounge" in five minutes" She started to hang up the phone.

 

[sojournerwolf]

another wee twist....*G*

“I’ll be here,” Lucas says.

And a door swings both ways
Open or shut, within, without
Life sometimes seems no more
Than a series of greetings and
Goodbyes; yet each passage
Leaves a trail we follow if but
For a while; the best of them
The sweetest memories shared
When that walk is not alone.

And Lucas realizes with a start, this time, it is not merely thought, but that he has actually whispered the words aloud into the telephone.

“See you in five,” he says and hangs up. Drawing a deep breath, centering himself, he rises from his chair and strolls over to the bar. The woman he has been watching acts like she has not seen him, but he knows better.

“Good afternoon,” he says.

She does not look at him directly, but he can feel her eyes on him in the mirror. “Well, it isn’t the ol’ dragon man himself,” she drawls with a southern accent equal parts honey and fire. “What brings y’all to these parts?”

He smiles genially at her. “You know why I’m here. I know why you’re here. So let’s negotiate, eh?”

She turns to him, her eyes smoldering with a seductiveness few men would find resistible. Lucas is one of the few, because he knows her and, though he is reluctant to admit it to himself, because of his growing obsession with Gina.

“And jes’ what would you be suggestin’?”

“You are looking a lot healthier than when I saw you last.”

With amusement, he notes her jaw tightens, though her voice remains low and calm.

“I spent five hours in surgery, a month in intensive care,” she states as if commenting on the weather, “and another six recovering.”

“They did a good job on you.”

“That, too.”

“I don’t imagine it is an experience you would care to repeat.”

Her laugh is light, like glass. In shards. “Little danger of that.”

Lucas signals the bartender to refill her glass. “I imagine so. Provided you finish your drink. Leave. And don’t look back.”

“Can’t do that, honey,” she says, sipping her drink. “The nice people who paid to patch me up figure I owe them…so do I. Have to pay the bills.” Her eyes glint. “All of them.”

Lucas shrugs. “It wasn’t personal, you know that.”

“Doesn’t matter. Have to keep the reputation up to date.”

Lucas knows little of fear, yet his stomach tightens, especially around the relatively recent scar that bisects his lower abdomen. He feels fear now, but not for himself, he realizes with a start when she speaks again.

“Oh, is that her? Tasty little bit, isn’t she?”

He glances in the mirror and sees Gina enter the bar. Casually, he turns and waves at Gina..

“I’ve said what I had to say,” Lucas says softly. “Next time might not turn out so well for you.”

The woman at the bar smiles, “True…it will turn out better.” She looks over at Gina again, slowly licking her lips. “Much better.”

Lucas slowly shakes his head on the theory that is a more socially acceptable action than breaking her neck.
“You can’t win.”

“Why is that?” she says to his back as he leaves the bar and walks over to Gina. The frozen smile on his face takes on a gradual and very real warmth, even though ice still holds his spine.

“Good to see you again,” Lucas says to Gina, escorting her to the booth and waiting wine. “I admire health consciousness in a person.” His words are mundane, but he can’t keep the tone from speaking volumes more.

 

[dansemajik]

She puts the phone back up to her ear as she hears

And a door swings both ways
Open or shut, within, without
Life sometimes seems no more
Than a series of greetings and
Goodbyes; yet each passage
Leaves a trail we follow if but
For a while; the best of them
The sweetest memories shared
When that walk is not alone.

She notes the yearning in his voice. She raises an eyebrow, and hangs up the phone.

She walks down the hallway, and stops short of the door to the bar. She always checks out a room before she enters it. She never knows what is waiting for her. She sees him face to face with a woman. She could tell by the looks on thier faces the conversation was not pleasant. It was almost impercetible in him, just a tightening of the jaw. In the woman, it was all over her too perfect face. She wondered who her doctor was....

The woman looked at her as she walked by. Gina looked back. She was not easily intimidated. She reached where he was standing. "I hope you don't make all your female friends feel like that." She leaned toward him, on her tip toes, and placed a kiss on his cheek. "My name, is Gina Mallory, although I am sure you already know that. And yours would be?" she waited a brief second and then she said, "and what do want from me?"

she stepped back and waited.

 

[sojournerwolf]

He smiles as he walks towards Gina. Even dressed simply, she is breathtaking. It is more than mere physical appearance, though she is without question lovely. Rather, it is an aura of assured sensuality, confident, cultivated poise. He thinks…

Je nais se quois…I know not what
It is by which you draw me a moth
To the flame of your soft glow; yet
Even knowing here be the breath of
Dragons, I hover, risking the danger
Just for a moment to know the warmth
Of your smile

As the lady from the bar passes Gina, she put a hand on Gina’s shoulder with the attitude of a connoisseur
Admiring a piece of art she believes she will soon possess.

“Careful, girlfriend,” the woman cautions with a wry smile. “He’s a real lady killer.” Her laughter as she leaves is soft, yet sinister.

Lucas’ smile does not change on his lips, but his eyes grow very cold. He chalks up another mental point for Gina for her imperturbable meeting of the woman’s eyes.

When Gina says, "I hope you don't make all your female friends feel like that.", he replies, “She’s no friend, merely a business associate.”

Gina’s kiss on his cheek is friendly, without promising anything. Still it leaves a warmth that lingers as he takes her hand and turns it, giving her a gentle kiss on the wrist.

“I am Lucas Hand,” he answers with the name that matches the drivers license and various other pieces of identification in his wallet, as well as how he has registered with the hotel.

He escorts her to the table and waits until she is seated before sitting himself. The wine waiter is there immediately for Lucas has already made himself very familiar and very popular among the staff with his generosity.

“The cork, sir?” He offers.

Lucas waves it away. “Pour, we shall see how this fine Pinot Blanc reflects the late afternoon sun.”

The waiter pours for both. Lucas holds his glass up to the light and smiles for it is neither too pale nor too dark. He turns the glass to Gina.

“Here’s to beauty well met,
and friends who may yet be
at this meeting on a crossroads
between moment’s past and
moment’s still to come.”

 

[dansemajik]

Gina appraises him, while he holds the glass up to let the sunshine linger upon the liquid. He nods, approving of the color and the waiter pours.

His toast:
“Here’s to beauty well met,
and friends who may yet be
at this meeting on a crossroads
between moment’s past and
moment’s still to come.”

She meets it with a smile. "A poet too. I am impressed."

She takes a sip of the wine, letting the fruity taste linger on her tongue. She watches him watch her. "So, Mr Hand?" She asks, putting her glass down. Meeting his eyes, in the direct manner she possesses. "What exactly do you want with me? I know our meeting was no accident. I also know that you have an ulterior motive."

She smiled at him and waited.

OOC: sorry poetbro, at least I wrote. Hugs to you...T.

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: my dearest Poetbro...do we want this to die? I believe it is your turn...even a grunt will keep Lucas alive. Hugs, Danse