The Mansion

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A lazy morning. She wasn't use to this. She woke early as usual. Dressed in tan shorts with a red sleeveless button down shirt tucked in. Her hair was drawn up in her usual ponytail, feet bare because she was in the house. She wore a light shade of glossy pink lipstick today. In contrast to her lipstick, her toes were painted a fire engine red.

Fingers tapped idly on the desktop as she pondered on a new thread to start.
 
Startled by the sudden, unexpected poke, she almost falls out of her chair. Whirling about and glaring, she spies Se7en.

"And.... you're poking me....why?"

Because, my dear, the reaction of an unsuspecting girl, like your lovely self, when poked is priceless :devil:
 
Because, my dear, the reaction of an unsuspecting girl, like your lovely self, when poked is priceless :devil:

You! *she points to the door of her study* Out! I'm not going to get any work done, let alone a response to you, if you keep poking me.

-As she turns he just hugs her. Kissing her square on the nose-

Yes, yes I am. It is part of my unending charm. :cool:

And you.... *she sighs softly* What am I going to do with you?

* a moment's pause before she throws him a warning look*

DO NOT answer that.
 
You! *she points to the door of her study* Out! I'm not going to get any work done, let alone a response to you, if you keep poking me.



And you.... *she sighs softly* What am I going to do with you?

* a moment's pause before she throws him a warning look*

DO NOT answer that.

-Mouth open in response he clicks his jaw shut and just grins. His eyes say plenty his lips are not.-
 
You! *she points to the door of her study* Out! I'm not going to get any work done, let alone a response to you, if you keep poking me.



And you.... *she sighs softly* What am I going to do with you?

* a moment's pause before she throws him a warning look*

DO NOT answer that.

OK we both poked you, why are you kicking me out but not him?
 
I'm just going to go lay down. I'm totally using your bed too because it smells like you.

-Kisses the warning finger and curls up in her bed-

*smiles as she watches him go.*

I really need to offer him his own room here in the mansion. Sometimes, a girl just needs to sprawl in her own king sized bed without a man cluttering it up. :D :cool:
 
OK we both poked you, why are you kicking me out but not him?

See? He's gone off to bed. So, you can scoot on out of here too. I have some writing to do.

*dons her glasses, drawing her keyboard closer*

(sorry Se7en I missed this somehow)
 
She woke to a beautiful day and not alone. Looking over her shoulder she smiled at his sleeping form. Gathering her hair in one hand, off to one side, she turned over, leaned down, placing a kiss so light, the butterflies would approve, on his temple. So much for offering him his own room. Her eyes meandered across bare, wide masculine shoulders visible beyond the sheet that had covered them both through the night. Her look continued to roll over him even where the sheet stopped at his waist. Some little imp of mischief made her lift the corner of the sheet to allow her eyes free access to what lie beneath.

No, Cait. You will behave.

Fine, fine. This time, I'll behave.

Fingers dropped the sheet and with careful grace, she slid from the bed, leaving him to sleep. She needed coffee. Well, first, clothes, then coffee.

She paused in the office to collect her laptop and then resumed her route to the kitchen before she took coffee and laptop into the great room and settling there on one of the couches.
 
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Music was playing in his head and it added a spring to his step as he made his way into the mansion. He was becoming a more regular sight so no one questioned him, or gave him a second look. He carried a single red rose in hand with a letter tied in a crimson strand of silk. He made his way to her room, he had a feeling she would not be there which was fine.

The flower was placed lightly on the bed. Checking to make sure the note was secured he gave a smile, then made his way out the door.
 
Music was playing in his head and it added a spring to his step as he made his way into the mansion. He was becoming a more regular sight so no one questioned him, or gave him a second look. He carried a single red rose in hand with a letter tied in a crimson strand of silk. He made his way to her room, he had a feeling she would not be there which was fine.

The flower was placed lightly on the bed. Checking to make sure the note was secured he gave a smile, then made his way out the door.

She let herself into the house, wondering where in the bloody hell were any of the maids. She knew they were a sulky lot since Ice had started to turn them away. Since Mav moved out they had been giving her sly looks when they thought she wasn't looking. But she knew. She always knew and they would bloody hell get over it or get out.

Keys were dropped into the crystal bowl in the hallway before she took her bags into her room, setting them on the end of her bed. That's when she spotted the rose. Moving toward the top of the bed, she picked it up, inhaling the fragrance deeply. She loved roses. Her eyes spotted the note tied in a red ribbon. Setting the rose on her pillow, she reached for it, untied the ribbon and unfolding it, began to read. When she was finished reading, she folded the note, tucked it inside her shirt and set about putting away her purchases. She was smiling and humming a little tune.
 
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Journal Entry~

I sit. I stare at blank electronic paper. My fingers poised over the baby keys. Creativity does not come. My Muse does not speak. Yet, a thousand thoughts, loaded with words snake through my mind. They refuse to traverse from mind to fingertips this night. Instead, my mind takes me inward.

Life sometimes, many times, drops us to our knees. Life, is about choices. Sometimes we make good ones. Sometimes, we do not. But always, we have the choice whether to get up or keep ourselves from getting up.

Love has no universal definition. Each of our hearts decide what is right. Where we set the bar. For my eyes, my soul, love is being whole and about sacrifice. The sacrifice, no matter how big, no matter how small, has little meaning where love abides. We all desire. Big things. Little things. We think about our desires all the time. I am no different. I will always choose love and if doing so, brings me to my knees, so be it. Love is about compromise but it does not ask of us to compromise who we are.

Sometimes, it isn't love at all.
 
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She crawled out of bed after just getting into it at 4 am, stumbling into walls on her way to the kitchen where she managed, but she's not sure how, to locate a coffee cup and pour herself a cup of coffee. All she could manage to do as lean against the kitchen counter and gratefully sip coffee. She did it with a smile though. A big one.
 
She crawled out of bed after just getting into it at 4 am, stumbling into walls on her way to the kitchen where she managed, but she's not sure how, to locate a coffee cup and pour herself a cup of coffee. All she could manage to do as lean against the kitchen counter and gratefully sip coffee. She did it with a smile though. A big one.

Watches from the corner and takes notes :devil:
 
HEY! You! In the corner. Stop that. I can hear the scribbling of your pen. :kiss:

Is caught

Crap, now I am be gonna kicked out again.

He looks at her and smirks

Hello lovely, was just writing a poem about your beauty, but ok I will stop if that's what you want :rose:
 
Is caught

Crap, now I am be gonna kicked out again.

He looks at her and smirks

Hello lovely, was just writing a poem about your beauty, but ok I will stop if that's what you want :rose:

*grins and kisses his cheek* Now how the hell can I consider getting angry with you when you say such nice things? *tries to peek over his shoulder*
 
*grins and kisses his cheek* Now how the hell can I consider getting angry with you when you say such nice things? *tries to peek over his shoulder*

Likes the kiss, but hides the notes as it contains absolutely no poetry, but he would love to write some to try and express her beauty and grace in words, but alas, it is a skill he lacks, and tries to make up for it with sensual loving :heart:
 
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