Shopping for art

[WickedGleam]

OOC: Scene is a NYC art gallery specializing in Asian art.

Jace Matheson is in his late 20s, rugged good looks, but not movie star handsome. Lean and graceful, he is about 6'1" 180 lbs. He has dark auburn hair and navy blue eyes. Suntanned from years spent outside in Third World countries. He is wearing a dark Armani suit. He has come to the gallery looking for art to decorate his new office.

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IC: Intrigued by the Japanese Noh masks in the window, Jace enters the gallery. For a moment, it appears that he has been transported to the Far East. His midnight blue eyes sweep across the room, settling on a large teakwood statue of the Buddha. The style seems Cambodian or even Laotian.

He walks over entranced by the intricacy of the artwork. So absorbed is he that he does not hear someone approaching until a tap on his shoulder makes him turn. His eyebrow arches at the sight of the woman, her beauty as enchanting as any of the pieces of art on display.

 

[WickedGleam]

Posting for original_cyn2.

OOC: Ceres Cavenaugh is a twenty-two year old interior designer. At 5’9” and 130 pounds she is trim and lithe with lush, full curves. Her vivacious personality comes through in the brazen sparkle that lights her deep green eyes, in the coquettish tilt of her head and the provocative toss of her bright blonde hair.

IC: Ceres was deep in thought contemplating the rich mahogany flow of the decadent frame that surrounded the evocative painting hung before her when the bell above the door announced a new arrival. A gentle frown marred her features as she turned around, her concentration slipping away and then focusing on the figure that paced through the door.

Admiration vied with vexation for a breathless moment before valiantly conquering her temper. The long, lean form in the doorway was exquisitely male, lithe, handsome and untamed, stealing her breath away and flooding her body with sweet appreciation. She watched his slow assured stride across the gallery floor the power and subtle predatory grace taunting her with each step.

With a soft gasp her attention focused on the piece that had obviously caught his eye, dismay flooding through her as she recognized the same look in his eyes that had been in hers over the piece less then ten minutes ago. She’d decided to purchase the statue from the moment she’d walked through the door.

Quietly, without being quite aware she’d even moved, Cere’s found herself behind the awestruck young man his scent, spicy and expensive, lightly washing over her, titillating her senses even more.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” her words came out low and husky with reverence, for the piece and the man before her, the fingertips of her right hand reaching out to trail over the Armani clad shoulder in front of her.

Engrossed in the beauty of the statue she startled him, feeling it in the tenseness of his shoulder beneath her touch as she withdrew her hand, pulling back from him in self- conscious modesty, warmth blushing her cheeks even as her eyes meet his.

Their rich color and the depth of the soul behind them made her catch her breath, her lower lip pinned between the anxious bite of her teeth, her gaze catching the intrigued quirk to his eyebrows, her own physical response making her admiration quietly apparent.

“What do you think of my latest find?” softly teasing, her impish grin drew those remarkable eyes down to flirt with her lips before his own quirk with a wry grin.

 

[WickedGleam]

Jace smiled in appreciation as he took in the stunning young woman before him. His eyes involuntarily traced the mesmerizing curves straining against the tight fabric of her skirt. The well-toned legs those of a dancer.

Moving his eyes back up he was captivated by the emerald green eyes and her perfect complexion.

"Yes it is very beautiful. Though it pales in comparison to the sight before me. I need a large powerful work for my new offices. Powerul, yet subtle."

Reluctantly turning back to the piece, he said, "I believe it is Laotian. You see the long snake-like arms? That is the posture for calling rain. I suppose they knew that you need something long to make things really wet." The last was said with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

"I'm Jace Matheson, by the way," he said as he raised her hand to his lips.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Ceres

She just barely caught the laugh that threatened to spill from her smiling lips. How refreshing, a young man who was not only nice to look at….oh, alright admit it, pure eye candy, but had a sense of humor and an intellect as well. Talk about rare treasure.

She watched his eyes descend the length of her body, feeling it like a physical caress and stood proudly before him, enjoying the brilliance of his gaze and returning it four-fold. He wasn’t handsome in the pretty boy look of the day but rather in a rugged, charismatic manner that made her think of the explorers of another era, an adventurer, his avid masculinity a physical force.

She stood before him quietly, enjoying the low throb of sensuality that flowed between them, a live wire playing over her senses. Ceres glanced up at him, startled and thrilled by his easy, confident acceptance of the silence, her admiration growing exponentially.

“You flatter me Sir,” her words come out low and husky, colored by the sensuality between them, “I should look so good when I’m that old. And forgive me, but isn’t that the meditation posture? I would have thought by the density and coloring of the wood that its Indian?”

She watched his eyes narrow, knowing her analysis was wrong but wanting to draw him out a bit, enjoying the speculation in his glance.

“As for long and wet, it sounds like it’s cocktail hour,” her lips quirk in an impish grin even as her eyes reflect her appreciation in the double entendre. “Perhaps I can tempt you?”

 

[WickedGleam]

He traced the eyes as he explained, "You can tell from the eyes and this particular teakwood that it is from Laos." His hand lightly caressed the wood, the gesture filled with sensuality, but it also allowed him to get a feel for the piece's authenticity. "Besides, I confess I have inside information. I saw many like this when I was working in the jungles there. The techique of carving the eyes in this manner is native to that area. They draw you in, do they not?"

Intrigued and excited about her offer, he replied, "You tempted me the moment I saw you. Since I'm knew to the city I will put myself into your capable hands. Over drinks perhaps we could make a wager on who gets this beautiful work."

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Ceres

Ceres listened with interest to the details Jace shared, completely taken in by his enthusiasm and regretting her earlier flippancy in the wake of his earnest recital. Her intrigue only grew as she watched him talk, interpreting his body language and thrilling with the impact on her own senses.

He wasn’t a New Yorker, there was no doubt about that. Rather than the cold, glittery persona’s she’d grown so used to, he was warm, seductive masculinity, bright intellect, and youthful charm. Beneath that she could sense iron; determination and competence mixed with a sense of self that belied his years.

She heard his comment about the eyes and found herself agreeing, although it was his eyes that beckoned.

Admiring his direct approach she glanced up at him, the sensual curve of her lower lip caught between her teeth for a moment as she weighed their options at this time of the day.

“How about Keenan’s? It’s an Irish pub just a couple of blocks from here,” her tongue ran over the soft indentation her teeth had left behind, watching him watch her. “Perhaps on the way you can…tempt…me into a wager?”