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Aurantica said:
* nimbly drops off the stool, tucks and rolls to the sink, grabs the kitchen sprayer, knocks the tap on and aims*

Feeling lucky?
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"Starting to." He admitted.

Claiming his full height as he rises, there was no pretense to stay to his stool. Instead, drawing up to her, he began his steady stalk forward around the bar's end and towards her place beside the sink.
 
"Dont. Move."

The words are cold, the tone artificially even.

"Take one more step and you get a shower, got it?"
 
"Got it." He agreed.

And took another stride for her, reaching for the round of her hip with one large hand and no hesitation.
 
* Turns the sprayer on, soaking his face in tepid water before sending it splattering down his chest, making sure to soak the crotch of his pajama pants*
 
Water strikes, soaks. It splashes the wolfish lines of his face, bounces off the broad stretch of his chest and the ridged narrow of his naked abdomen, before soaking the grey of his pajama pants. For it all, though, it is not enough to keep his hand from gliding across the feminine arch of her hip or his fingers in biting down gently against it.

"So much for running, A."
 
* Keeps on soaking him, close range making the water pound hard on his face*

Not quite....

* drops the sprayer and bolts*
 
She runs.

And he is after her. A bolt. Lean, long, and strong. The rugged cut of his body is built for this. Chasing. Claiming. Where is she off to? What halls could she turn to put space between them?

In his wake there is water, shed off him in a thick mist of droplets.
 
Growls about the mess in the entertainment room, especially because it causes his lady headaches, since the maids are all gone, and decides to plan something to teach these naughty kids a lesson. Oh they better not make any mess upstairs!
 
"Cait...Cait...where are you darling?"

He treads with caution on the wet floor, heading towards the bedroom, before peeking into the kitchen where her scent still lingers
 
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* runs down a hallway, whipping around the corner blind, and bolts into the first available door, slamming and locking it, gasping for breath not really from the run, but from the chase*

Christ on a pogostick....

* tiptoes over to the window, opening it and slipping out into the night*
 
He struck the door solid enough to rock it on its hinges, make tired oak creak. Damned, she was fleet of foot. The click of the lock prefaced light steps, a sliding window. Escape. A long exhale. A memory of long legs slicing down the hall ahead of him. He needed a towel.

Retreating to the bar, he saw her book. It took a moment to find a rose, long-stemmed and pink blossomed. It was laid across the battered volume's cover.

He ascended the stairs to his room, leaving a pair of dark-haired and freshly outfitted maids to clean up the mess. Cait and M were friends, good enough to let him stay here for all his disruptive habits and roguish ways. The manse, though, was always respected. His place always acknowledged.

One way or another.
 
She poked head out of the bedroom, looking right, then left. Listening. It's quiet. Cautiously, she steps through the doorway, closing the door behind her. With even greater caution, she treads to the kitchen for coffee. As she pours the brew, her mind is wondering what she'll find downstairs. Aura and Ice.. well.... let's just say, she knew that look in Ice's eyes.

The house was still standing, thankfully. There were no shredded maid uniforms lying around or other female clothing for that matter. Standing at the top of the stairs, she contemplated what might lie below as she sipped coffee. Not yet. She wasn't feeling that brave. She beat a hasty retreat to the Study.
 
She wanders off from the kitchen, pencil between her teeth, cup of coffee in one hand, a pad in the other, headed for the study, she's stopped by the doorbell. Quick strides take her to the front door. Opening it, a delivery man stands there with a package. She grins, broadly. Setting her cup of coffee on the hallway table, she scribbles her name on the form and takes the package, closing the door.

It's here. A present for M. She grins, a wicked gleam in her eye. Okay, so maybe, in the wider picture, it's for them. But he's going to be wearing it.
 
A few frustrated curses flit through his bedroom door. The sound of aggravated attempts to type. Long pauses. More curses.
 
* slowly slides the window open from the outside and steps back into the room. It's a guest room, dominated by a large four poster bed with an odd number of o rings and handles strewn about its framework.*

hmmmmmmm......

* banishes some dirty thoughts and goes downstairs for some fun and a bite to eat*
 
hears footsteps upstairs and turns his head away from the television to listen, then takes a sip and goes back to watching bugs bunny
 
* grabs a coke from the fridge and sits down well away from the man*

Hi. I'm Aura.

* cracks the top and takes a deep sip, letting the bubbles do their thing on my throat*

Mmmmmmmm
 
eyes the girl as she makes her way into the room and takes a seat

Nice to meet you, Aura.

his gaze turns away from her and towards the screen as he takes a sip of his own drink
 
rises from his chair, puts the empty glass on the counter and walks over to the girl as she watches the cartoon

I need to go. Enjoy. I hope you find whatever it is that you came looking for.

hands her the remote, turns and starts walking away only to pause beneath the stairs

Just keep the mess to a minimum this time.

he winks and heads upstairs
 
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