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Ah, so there was hope for him yet. She rose from her chair, polishing off her cider and setting the empty glass on the tray before she moved behind his chair, her fingers trailing along his arm as she did so. She leaned over, her tresses falling over her shoulder and his as her lips found the shell of his ear...

"Ah, my dear Luc. Then perhaps you may wish to spend some time with me, sir. I do not know what is said or observed, but this lady does not just fall into any man's arms. You are not without charm and I do so enjoy a man with wit, intelligence and charm. I also greatly take pleasure in man who knows what he wants and goes after it.

Please feel free to visit me here any time you like. But for now, I must bid you adieu as I have pressing business to attend to."

She left the room, leaving in her wake, her scent.. the soft smell of vanilla
 
That was it. He had blew his chance away.

It was with more than interested eyes that he stared down at Cait's waving backside as she left. He had felt and dived himself throughly into her mere scent, allowing himself to feel inebriated by her perfume. And that indeed was it. Had he fallen for her? Not yet, for Luc had been feeling so for many a women before.

No. He desired her. And he quietly vowed to himself that, one day, he shall possess her in his arms.

He stood there, sitting down and quiet. The Dance had Begun. Would he not miss a step?
 
She closed the Study door behind her, not wishing company for the moment. She had a focus and wanted to get to it. Setting her glass on the desk, far enough away not to fry her keyboard. Yeah. She had done that once before. Lesson learned. Absentmindedly, she grabbed a pencil, set it between her lips and bid her Muse to come.
 
She had watched the sunset from her little lanai, marveling at the jeweled reds, yellows and oranges as they streaked across each other on the altering canvas of the sky.

How odd, she thought, that the sunsets brought strong colors, the reds and the oranges. She would have figured it would be softer colors as the day came to close and the world settled into quiet repose. Yet, it was the mornings that heralded in the softer colors; the soft glow of the sun as it came up over mountains or the horizon.

But best of all, she loved the night. The deep, dark night. People sometimes threaten their children with things that go bump in the night, but she never felt that way. There was this feeling of solitude, peacefulness, calmness that seemed to invade her soul when the sun set and the sky darkened to black. She loved watching the stars manifest in the sky, feeling especially lucky when she saw one streak across the darkness leaving an ethereal tail in its wake. It was amazing to contemplate that somewhere, out there, in its vastness, other life forms existed.

But for now… it was time for this life form to seek her slumbers. The new day was going to bring family, lots of noise and laughter. She might just have to sneak back here for a sanity break.
 
Lazily she rolled over and casually glanced at the clock on the bedside table. She swore up a blue streak, throwing back the covers and hurriedly headed for the shower. Frack! What a day to end up sleeping in. It didn't matter that her body needed it, she had company coming in the RW in just a couple of hours.

A mad dash to her closet for clothes, pausing only long enough to hit the remote control button on the mass stereo in the house as soothing Hawaiian music from her homeland piped in, thanks to Asa. For a moment she stopped, closed her eyes and let the music draw her in, bringing back the good with the sad but the music was always uplifting. Then the mad dash resumed.

Posts would wait for a moment of sanity or if none were forthcoming, then when she needed a sanity break, she would chip away at her responses.

The sound of the shower could be heard as the RW reclaimed her.
 
*darts into her study, hair a wild mass cloud surrounding her head as she holds a water gun in one hand and a water balloon in the other, her eyes are frantically looking for a good hiding place that wily children would fail to think to look*

Must....hide.

*the evil wicked laughter of children on the hunt not far behind her*
 
The door to her bedroom burst open... she gently tossed the PPS Walther in a nearby chair, stripped off her clothes piece by piece, again letting them fall where they would. Barely able to flick back the coverlet, she simply fell into bed and fumbled with the covers, pulling them up over her head.

What a day. Noisy happy kids running amok through her house and usually with her chasing them or them chasing her! Thankfully, tomorrow was Sunday. Rest. Putter about a bit to put things right again between movies or chapters of her book.

If she didn't get to responses owed tomorrow, she would on Monday. That was the plan. But right now? Sleep. Knock me on the head with a rock, sleep.
 
Hair pulled back into a ponytail gave her face a stark, remote look that suited her bone structure and features in a different way from her more casual, friendly way. Her ear piercings helped to soften the look as well as the tendrils of red wisps that managed to escape captivity.

Laundry was started. She had gone around the house opening windows to let the fresh air circulate.

Sitting at her desk, idle for a moment, as she waited for coffee to finish brewing, she went to draw up posts and look them over.
 
Reminds himself to be careful around these ladies as he heads from the kitchen towards the bedroom. Once inside, he considers taking a quick shower, before going into the cellar downstairs.
 
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Annisthyrienne said:
I knew there was a reason I liked you. Cait. ;) It's nice to know I'm not the only shootin' female around here.
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My ex and I use to go out shooting a lot. The one good thing he left me with was a love of shooting.

I'm a spot on shot with a rifle. My pattern is really tight. My hand gun one isn't bad either but I think if I had strong wrists, it would be better.
 
*walks in, timidly, pulling her tunic down--tight fitting-and black. Her curls were a mess on her head, and the converse she was wearing squeaked every now and then.*

Hey guys, may I come in?
 
choklatekoneko said:
*walks in, timidly, pulling her tunic down--tight fitting-and black. Her curls were a mess on her head, and the converse she was wearing squeaked every now and then.*

Hey guys, may I come in?
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KITTY!! *pounce huggles* Of course! You're always welcome here, sweetie. :heart:
 
DarkWarrioress said:
My ex and I use to go out shooting a lot. The one good thing he left me with was a love of shooting.

I'm a spot on shot with a rifle. My pattern is really tight. My hand gun one isn't bad either but I think if I had strong wrists, it would be better.
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With this Ruger Hunter model, I started out shooting at 25 yards and the pattern was so tight that it wasn't challenging enough, so today I moved it out to 50 yards. Most people think that is insane for a handgun, but if you have a good gun to do it with, it's not that big of a deal. I'm thinking that in time, I can take this baby out to 100 yards and at least get them all on the target.
 
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