The Mansion

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Feeling a little chagrined about his momentary loss of control he moved quickly to safer waters. Normally his tendency to just lose himself in the proper moment didn't have life threatening consequences. He turned, waiting for her with a smile on his face.

When she approached his hands were held out for hers, simply waiting for her. No more tricks, at least for right now. He was already missing the delicious feeling of her skin pressed against his. With the water not so deep, he was also allowed a glimpse of her figure, and his eyes were not shy in drinking in the sight.

"I'd rather you not drown either dear. You are much more animated while you are still breathing."

She swam slower but a few strokes later she had caught up with him. As her feet found sand, she stood, walking toward him. The water receded from her body inch by inch. Rivets formed and coursed over her skin, finding their way back into the ocean. Her hands slipped into his, giving a small squeeze as she came to a halt in front of him. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She kept her body fit and lean. Muscles were toned with a slight definition but not overly so.

Her eyes wandered over him as well. She liked what she saw. She was already petite, but he made her feel it ever moreso. Her eyes reflected her appreciation.

"I would certainly hope so. But then, you just lost your opportunity to perform CPR."
 
She swam slower but a few strokes later she had caught up with him. As her feet found sand, she stood, walking toward him. The water receded from her body inch by inch. Rivets formed and coursed over her skin, finding their way back into the ocean. Her hands slipped into his, giving a small squeeze as she came to a halt in front of him. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She kept her body fit and lean. Muscles were toned with a slight definition but not overly so.

Her eyes wandered over him as well. She liked what she saw. She was already petite, but he made her feel it ever moreso. Her eyes reflected her appreciation.

"I would certainly hope so. But then, you just lost your opportunity to perform CPR."

His hands closed over hers slowly. Giving a soft tug to draw her against him as his fingers laced into hers. Her words made him chuckle, but his eyes tore away from her body and locked to her gaze.

This time his smile was soft, but the look in his eyes was not. Heat lit up his emerald orbs making them glitter. He had much appreciation for what he saw. He drew her hands down to her sides, fingers laced and paused just before her lips.

"I suppose that is true, but I don't mind much. If I am going to be kissing and touching I would much rather have the time to do it right, rather than have to worry if you won't open your eyes again."

No time for rebutal he kissed her again, this time it was fierce, full of heat as he pressed himself closer as if trying to make up for the time lost swimming to shore.
 
His hands closed over hers slowly. Giving a soft tug to draw her against him as his fingers laced into hers. Her words made him chuckle, but his eyes tore away from her body and locked to her gaze.

This time his smile was soft, but the look in his eyes was not. Heat lit up his emerald orbs making them glitter. He had much appreciation for what he saw. He drew her hands down to her sides, fingers laced and paused just before her lips.

"I suppose that is true, but I don't mind much. If I am going to be kissing and touching I would much rather have the time to do it right, rather than have to worry if you won't open your eyes again."

No time for rebutal he kissed her again, this time it was fierce, full of heat as he pressed himself closer as if trying to make up for the time lost swimming to shore.

Maybe she was drowning. It felt like it. His kiss was fierce with passion flaring. Her head tipped back from the force of it. Her hair, dangled from her back into empty space. It was already drying. An answering heat was in her returning kiss. Her fingers tightened around his. Her bare skin slid against his as he pressed more fully against her. He was certainly taking her breath away. Soft sounds, just that, sounds, came from her throat.

She had no clever words for him. She was slipping beyond them. Her fingers were locked within his and she couldn't touch him with her hands. It made her squirmy. All she could do at the moment, was kiss him.
 
Maybe she was drowning. It felt like it. His kiss was fierce with passion flaring. Her head tipped back from the force of it. Her hair, dangled from her back into empty space. It was already drying. An answering heat was in her returning kiss. Her fingers tightened around his. Her bare skin slid against his as he pressed more fully against her. He was certainly taking her breath away. Soft sounds, just that, sounds, came from her throat.

She had no clever words for him. She was slipping beyond them. Her fingers were locked within his and she couldn't touch him with her hands. It made her squirmy. All she could do at the moment, was kiss him.

To counter the soft sounds she made a reflexive, passionate growl rumbled in his throat. His hands were locked tight with her own as they started to slide against each other, one bare glistening body, to the other. It was like that starting point of a puzzle clicking into place.

He drew frantic breath into his nose as his heart pounded. She could feel his fingers starting to writhe as the urge to touch her became almost overwhelming. How long would intimacy hold against need? Another need came first.

The kiss shattered like broken glass as the lack of air put spots in his immediate vision. Not caring he drew in heaving breaths that expanded his chest like some sort of animalistic dominance display. Each breath pushed out hard as he rained kisses, delicate little bites along the curve of her neck.
 
To counter the soft sounds she made a reflexive, passionate growl rumbled in his throat. His hands were locked tight with her own as they started to slide against each other, one bare glistening body, to the other. It was like that starting point of a puzzle clicking into place.

He drew frantic breath into his nose as his heart pounded. She could feel his fingers starting to writhe as the urge to touch her became almost overwhelming. How long would intimacy hold against need? Another need came first.

The kiss shattered like broken glass as the lack of air put spots in his immediate vision. Not caring he drew in heaving breaths that expanded his chest like some sort of animalistic dominance display. Each breath pushed out hard as he rained kisses, delicate little bites along the curve of her neck.

She found herself sucking in air like a desperate woman. Though his lips didn't return immediately to hers, they found others places to torment. Kisses, subtle bites, made her tremble where she stood. Her knees were weakening. He was leaving a trail of fire wherever his mouth touched, searing her skin. Burning himself into it. Her head had tipped to one side, denying his mouth nothing. A small growl left her lips.

"I don't know about you, but my legs are not going to hold me up much longer."

Her voice was but a harsh whisper against the shell of his ear.
 
She found herself sucking in air like a desperate woman. Though his lips didn't return immediately to hers, they found others places to torment. Kisses, subtle bites, made her tremble where she stood. Her knees were weakening. He was leaving a trail of fire wherever his mouth touched, searing her skin. Burning himself into it. Her head had tipped to one side, denying his mouth nothing. A small growl left her lips.

"I don't know about you, but my legs are not going to hold me up much longer."

Her voice was but a harsh whisper against the shell of his ear.

He could feel her tremble and it only encouraged him. He loved feeling the arousal of a lover. It was a drug with a high so intense he would never need a narcotic. He fed off this response, and in turn it made him more wild. Yet the sun was coming down and as much as he loved the image of her nude, sodden form, they would both turn blue in just a few moments after the heat of the day faded.

"Then I have a better idea darlin."

Knees bending he slid the back of his arm under her knees and scooped her up against him. Cradling her like a precious package he made the walk up to the mansion only stopping to occasionally steal a kiss. Finally he made a path to the nearest bedroom, hers or not it didn't matter. He set her on the form and simply curled his body around hers to let her flesh warm after the chilled walk from the water.
 
Dawn broke over the horizon and she was in the garden again, this time armed with two short swords. Instead of the severe hairstyle she wore yesterday, her red heair was merely drawn into a ponytail. She stood for a moment at the ready before the sword in her offhand swung in a horizontal fashion, her main hand dealt a downward slash.

The only sounds were the early birds in the garden and soft swoosh of her blades slicing air.
 
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Watching over the hill. Twin blades in her hands, and the shield next to him. Today is not the day to walk out to her. He has spoken with one of her maids. At length. To make sure that coffee is waiting after. That her garden seats will be laden with a good meal after this exercise.

For now though he watches and waits. While she holds ready. Perfectly ready. Waiting for the moment to strike.

Beautiful warrioress.
 
Horizontal movement became a vertical one with an overhand downward slash. Her mainhand reversed direction, as if to block, then throw off before lunging forward with a quick hard thrust.

Her concentration was intense. Her muscles were obedient, responding to her will as directed. Her blades reflected the morning sun.

A woman, intent on her work with deadly blades.
 
Watching her cut, and swing. The simple elegant trap of a weak grip, And a defensive position. Enticing an invisible enemy to commit to knocking the weapon from her hand. Before the feint is over, and it drops. the power of a quick thrust to the belly. A kill.

They fall before her, those shadows, those ghouls and ghosts. By dozens, those simple sharp short edges making quick work of the assembled air. She is deadly, and efficient. Graceful and confident. Powerful, and precise. A queen on the battlefield, a princess of war.

She is so beautiful.
 
Her arms lowered. Sweat beaded across her forehead. Her breathing was labored. She could feel the tension and hyped energy drain from her body. Taking her weapon, she retreated to the interior of her house to change and put the weapons away.

An hour later, she was sitting on her back porch, enjoying the feel of the sun kiss her skin. Her weapons had been cleaned and stored. She had taken a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a button down blouse. Her skin was fainted scented with ginger and spice. Her hair hung in a thick braid down her back.
 
He walked slowly into her garden. A flowing set of white pants. A dark simple shirt. Black and button up. a simple leather belt. All from one material. Barefoot.

"You looked wonderful out there today. Though you practiced so long I'm afraid the coffee is cold. Juice perhaps? Or should I go make a fresh pot?"
 
He walked slowly into her garden. A flowing set of white pants. A dark simple shirt. Black and button up. a simple leather belt. All from one material. Barefoot.

"You looked wonderful out there today. Though you practiced so long I'm afraid the coffee is cold. Juice perhaps? Or should I go make a fresh pot?"

Her eyes opened leiurely as she heard his voice. Smiling, she lifted her sunglasses to look at him as he got to her feet.

"You were watching me. Next time, come join me. Please, sit. Be comfortable. I'm going to go fix a tall glass of iced tea ofr myself. May I get something for you? Coffee, perhaps?"
 
Her eyes opened leiurely as she heard his voice. Smiling, she lifted her sunglasses to look at him as he got to her feet.

"You were watching me. Next time, come join me. Please, sit. Be comfortable. I'm going to go fix a tall glass of iced tea ofr myself. May I get something for you? Coffee, perhaps?"

"Cold water would be fine. Or Juice if you have some kicking about."

She was so calm, so simply graceful. next time he would. And the ringing sound of weapon on shield would be glorious music to greet the morning sun. He could see it in her face now. In her eyes. In her movements. Anticipation. An opponent that was not a phantom. Hard flesh, and throbbing muscles, the thrill of competition.

He craved it too.
 
In the kitchen, she set out a serving tray before she pulled a few items from the cupboards. The refrigerator was next. She loaded item after item onto the counter, before closing the door. Which first? Glancing at the array before her, she set to work, placing finished items on the tray. With the tray loaded, she returned things to their proper place and picked up the loaded tray, carrying it to the back porch.

The tray was set on the table they were sitting at. It was laden with three carafes of juices, a tall glass of ice tea, a plate of sandwiches, an empty glass for his juice and napkins. Setting the tray in an empty chair, she moved behind him and retook her chair, reaching for her tea.

"Please help yourself. I made sandwiches in case you're hungry."
 
In the kitchen, she set out a serving tray before she pulled a few items from the cupboards. The refrigerator was next. She loaded item after item onto the counter, before closing the door. Which first? Glancing at the array before her, she set to work, placing finished items on the tray. With the tray loaded, she returned things to their proper place and picked up the loaded tray, carrying it to the back porch.

The tray was set on the table they were sitting at. It was laden with three carafes of juices, a tall glass of ice tea, a plate of sandwiches, an empty glass for his juice and napkins. Setting the tray in an empty chair, she moved behind him and retook her chair, reaching for her tea.

"Please help yourself. I made sandwiches in case you're hungry."

His eyes almost mist. The simple sweet generosity of this woman, in her own home. Juice, yes, any guest should be able to quench his thirst. But.

Sandwiches.

Beautiful and fine. He liked sandwiches, he could eat them all the time. For supper, or for lunch, and this gorgeous woman had mad a tray. And there was a chicken salad. Chunks of Chicken. No gristle, that perfect amount of Mayo. Green Onion, and that little touch of Celery. Like she could read his mind.

Which of course she could not. He had been thinking decidedly dirty thoughts about her only moments before the plate of food took his mind and heart.

"Thank you. They look delicious."

He poured a glass of grapefruit juice for himself as well, and smiled over to her.

"You are a wonderful hostess."
 
928 words and still going. Damn. I'm love this thread.

Hm. Must remember to talk to FD or drop him a note about that thread.

Can't wait to see what CT adds to our mutual thread. *grin* I have no doubt it will be kick ass.

Longingly I want to sit here and write but I have to take care of things first. I console myself with the knowledge that I'll have plenty of time to write this afternoon/evening.

No time for weapons work, maybe the staff tomorrow. My obligations that take me from the house in the morning will be over for awhile by then.
 
Too hot for clothes today. Bikini suits the weather and my mood. Cold iced tea on my desk, resting on a coaster. Air conditioner has kicked on, time to write.
 
*Fish comes in to say hello for a rare visit*

Just wanted to say that I wished you were writing for our thread....but I have to catch up first....*sighs*

Still - at least we write ;)

*quickens his pace*

Bye!!!
 
*Fish comes in to say hello for a rare visit*

Just wanted to say that I wished you were writing for our thread....but I have to catch up first....*sighs*

Still - at least we write ;)

*quickens his pace*

Bye!!!

Fish? *grins* I'm just waiting on you, darlin'. ;)
 
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