The Mansion

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We could. Soon. It would give the maid's a break anyways. I don't they are used to such a rough and tumble man.

Her eyes were warm, dark, a hint of mischief in her grin.

I however, enjoy that most. When days later I still feel the imprint of you on my skin.

"Then very soon." He answered, eyes steady upon her own.

There was no concealing his affection for her. Those that knew him, few as they might be, would spot it immediately. He'd half-turned towards her in his stool. A glint fashioned itself in the pale hazel of his eyes as they fixed upon her own, soaking up the little secrets glittering within. A woman's heart was a thick nest of secrets. There'd be no attempt to discern them all.

But the ones she'd shared with him, he'd kept. They existed between them in a more potent tie than the meager one his hand could reside. Nomatter his strength, or the tightening grasp of his long fingers on the softness of her side, it was always the less tactile of means that wound people together.

"Knock on my door when you're able."
 
Note to self: Remind Cait to sound proof all the remaining rooms...

...

...also fix the broken surveillance cameras.
 
Note to self: Remind Cait to sound proof all the remaining rooms...

...

...also fix the broken surveillance cameras.

File a work order and I'll get on it. ;) Course, nothing's stopping you from dropping by to watch. Cherry likes an audience.
 
"Then very soon." He answered, eyes steady upon her own.

There was no concealing his affection for her. Those that knew him, few as they might be, would spot it immediately. He'd half-turned towards her in his stool. A glint fashioned itself in the pale hazel of his eyes as they fixed upon her own, soaking up the little secrets glittering within. A woman's heart was a thick nest of secrets. There'd be no attempt to discern them all.

But the ones she'd shared with him, he'd kept. They existed between them in a more potent tie than the meager one his hand could reside. Nomatter his strength, or the tightening grasp of his long fingers on the softness of her side, it was always the less tactile of means that wound people together.

"Knock on my door when you're able."
The smile she granted him was something he knew well. It was in the way her hand curled over his, the way she stepped close and slid her arm around the small of his back and dug her fingers in his skin. The connection. Heat. Desire. Appreciation for the strength he exuded and surrounded her with.

On tip toes she pressed her mouth to his and breathed him in. A soft sultry whimper lost between the slide of their mouths. Her teeth scraped his lips once, twice, before pulling back and nudging her nose to his cheek, eyes closed, breath coming faster.


You, soon. It's been too long. I need.

Speech broken, but he would know. He always did.
Note to self: Remind Cait to sound proof all the remaining rooms...

...

...also fix the broken surveillance cameras.
laughing with a sweet smirk on her face

Oh you...
File a work order and I'll get on it. ;) Course, nothing's stopping you from dropping by to watch. Cherry likes an audience.
A blush and playful swat on his muscled thigh.

Just as you do..
 
The note created itself and floated down to her, from wherever she was at in the mansion. A sly grin, a quick snap of fingers and it was done. Seen to. Her treat. This time. Ice had better things to do with his time or would shortly. He had free run of the cellar room already.

Another note formed, penned in her elegant script and with a flick of her fingers, flicked off to Ice with a cc to M.

"He's not allowed to watch in person, without his Lady in attendance. But that can be arranged.

C.~

PS. Check your whispers, Ice. Incoming."


Note to self: Remind Cait to sound proof all the remaining rooms...

...

...also fix the broken surveillance cameras.

File a work order and I'll get on it. ;) Course, nothing's stopping you from dropping by to watch. Cherry likes an audience.
 
A blush and playful swat on his muscled thigh.

Just as you do..

Any man would be proud to be seen with you, girly.

And in the moment she slid against him his rugged arm coiled about her, trapping her there, where she belonged. Girlish heat flush to the solid, unyielding strength of his side and all the subtler warmth. She was water. Liquid. Graceful. When she moved it was always a dance, swaying hips and scissored legs. A flicker of red hair in the dark, crimson shining under the soft lights of the Manse's bar. He caught it all. His eyes were discreet, but hungry, greedy for the many little wonderful things that were hers and hers alone.

She sampled him. Taunted him. The brush of her lips too brief and the sweetness too great. A man could lose himself in all of her soft affections, whispered promises, salacious sinfulness. She'd find him hard, growing firm against the round of her hip where her side pressed to his front. The brush of his hand along her belly straying high enough to drag rough fingers across the bottom curve of her breast.

Those hands of his. Always moving. Sometimes without his knowledge when it came to her.

"I know." The world would steal them soon. That's how it went. But when she returned she'd get what she needed.

He was stone. Solid. Always there. Stoic. Dependable. Hard on some. And he was hard-wired to provide.

They fit.
 
A wink to Cherry. A smile for Ice. He knew they both enjoyed an audience.

The note arrived as he sat in the study. It was his Lady's refined handwriting. It made him smile and purr at the same time. Always so thoughtful. Not just for him. But others as well. It was one of her qualities he adored. Either way, he had no intention of...watching anything alone. With her...was always more fun.
 
Any man would be proud to be seen with you, girly.

And in the moment she slid against him his rugged arm coiled about her, trapping her there, where she belonged. Girlish heat flush to the solid, unyielding strength of his side and all the subtler warmth. She was water. Liquid. Graceful. When she moved it was always a dance, swaying hips and scissored legs. A flicker of red hair in the dark, crimson shining under the soft lights of the Manse's bar. He caught it all. His eyes were discreet, but hungry, greedy for the many little wonderful things that were hers and hers alone.

She sampled him. Taunted him. The brush of her lips too brief and the sweetness too great. A man could lose himself in all of her soft affections, whispered promises, salacious sinfulness. She'd find him hard, growing firm against the round of her hip where her side pressed to his front. The brush of his hand along her belly straying high enough to drag rough fingers across the bottom curve of her breast.

Those hands of his. Always moving. Sometimes without his knowledge when it came to her.

"I know." The world would steal them soon. That's how it went. But when she returned she'd get what she needed.

He was stone. Solid. Always there. Stoic. Dependable. Hard on some. And he was hard-wired to provide.

They fit.
The hard press of him against her hip and that hungry look in her eye made her knee's weak. It was no wonder the proprietor of this place had been through so many maid's. He was devastatingly handsome. Sinful. The ability to ruin a "girl". The ability make a "woman" blossom under his eager fingertips. She was one of those women. That always came back for more. Starving for what he created within her. An orchestra of desire playing over a sea of wantonness. They destroyed each other in the most amazing ways.

Fingers weaved through his hair and she pulled him close for one last kiss before the world swept her away. It held promise, spoke of passion, fed him the taste of her desire before easing away, her small hand tracing along the hard length of his arousal.


Soon...
 
Yeah, she's going to be bound, bent, and beaten infront of the two of you sooner rather than later.
 
Journal Entry

A decade. It's been that long. And yet, it doesn't feel that way. I was asleep when the first plane hit. My brother was at work. He called me and woke me up.

"What?" I mumbled into the phone.

"One of the twin towers in New York was hit by a plane. It's all over the news."

I stumbled from bed and into my home office and switched on the TV. There it was, right before my eyes. I stared in horror. What sort of accident was this? Did everyone get out? Then right in front of my eyes, I saw the second plane hit. This was no accident.

And so it began.

Our journey into terrorism. We're a power country. No one would dare attack us on our home soil. Oh, how wrong we were. The fat cats on Capitol Hill sat up there and got fatter. Oh yes, let's shut down our military bases. We don't need so many. We're more... refined, now. We're all intelligent human beings... no one would want to take out innocent people.

We didn't and we still don't, understand cultures. Especially ones far older than our own. We don't understand their mindset. We don't understand the hatred some hold for Western Society.

This day, a decade ago, in our history, showed many things. It showed our ignorance. Our complacency. Our smugness.

It also showed our courage. Our ability, in the face of adversity, to stand together. To work together. To mourn together. To fight back. To repair and move forward. It showed our determination to hunt down and capture or kill those responsible no matter how long it takes.

On that day a decade ago, one plane full of people, all of whom knew they were destined to die that day, a handful decided that they would not die in vain or cower in the face of terrorism. They did die that day. They also saved the lives of countless innocents. Bravery? One of its brightest, finest, moments.

There are days I worry for our future. I see how many children are being raised. I see how lazy our our society has become that we allow our children to slack in how they spell or speak. And I wonder, where is their pride in who they are? But then, something like this happens and one realizes our children do learn. They learn their roots. They take pride in them. In the face of death, against all odds of survival, they gave their all. They laid down their lives for their country and their countrymen. They hadn't taken an oath. They weren't wearing a uniform. They still did their country proud.

And while the dust settled and the screams subsided, people worked around the clock to dig for survivors in the mass rubbles of concrete, while the world watched, glued to their TVs and praying. Many people were left unaccounted for. There was nothing left behind to find. People mourned their missing. The world mourned with them.

A moment of silent remembrance.

A small prayer.

A lit candle.

It's the very least each of us can do.

We must never forget.


:rose: :rose: :rose:
 
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"I want to stand with you on a mountain, I want to bathe with you in the sea, I want to lay like this forever, Until the sky falls down on me." :heart:
 
Is there any wonder why I adore this man? Romantic, Master, Pet. All rolled into one human being. *puddle*
 
Damn bananas *mutter*


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Comes home with the grocery bags in hand, muttering something about having to do maid work. Starts putting the stuff into the fridge as he walks into the kitchen and places the bags down. Okay...what do we have...

Carrots...cucumbers...whipped cream...honey...squashes of various sizes...

Wonders where Cait is.

...raspberries...melons...
 
*is hiding. The melons were too frightening to contemplate. WTH was he planning for those?*


Comes home with the grocery bags in hand, muttering something about having to do maid work. Starts putting the stuff into the fridge as he walks into the kitchen and places the bags down. Okay...what do we have...

Carrots...cucumbers...whipped cream...honey...squashes of various sizes...

Wonders where Cait is.

...raspberries...melons...
 
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