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Post by Cozy on Aug 17, 2008 23:37:40 GMT -5
Mikhail slipped carefully out of his hired carriage, smoothing the wrinkles from his clothing expertly. A smile crossed his lips at the sight of the cottage before him. It had been ages since he and Samantha had last crossed paths, but he could already tell that it would be just as much a pleasure as the last time. In fact, in his excitement to see her, he nearly forgot to tip the driver. (Only nearly, of course. One could never forget propriety!)
Gathering his bags, he made his way down the lane towards the cottage.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 17, 2008 23:48:20 GMT -5
Anticipating his arrival, Samantha opened the door before he could knock, slinking against the doorframe in feminine pose. "Darling," she purred and then broke into a wide grin, gathering his skirts and click-clacking the few remaining steps to his side. She air-kissed both his cheeks and then planted a real one right on his lips. Terribly improper of course, but Mikhail never seemed to mind if her manners weren't entirely in line.
"Come in," she breathed, turning toward the door. "How was the trip back?"
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Post by Cozy on Aug 17, 2008 23:55:22 GMT -5
Mikhail set a hand delicately at her waist, practically purring against her mouth while he could.
"Well, it's ever-so-much better now that it's ended with seeing you, I must say." He replied with a pleased grin, "Otherwise, really, it was just a lot of bumpy roads and terribly un-talkative drives. But my darling, how have you been?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 18, 2008 0:03:10 GMT -5
She smiled, soaking in the flattery.
She waved a hand in a gesture of boredom. "Oh, the same, I suppose. Men flock, they flounder, they leave. Oh!" Her eyes lit up. "Navhil twisted her ankle--- poor thing," she added with sympathy, so as not to seem too heartless, "And now I have the starring role in the shepherdess scene for the current opera. You are coming, aren't you darling?"
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Post by Cozy on Aug 18, 2008 0:13:18 GMT -5
Letting out a pleased coo, he wrapped one arm excitedly around her waist, "Darling! How exciting! You know I could never miss a chance to see you perform." He exclaimed, pressing his cheek to hers pleasedly, "Oh, Samantha, it's ever so good to see you, I've missed you terribly."
A small grin crossed his lips, "But love, do tell me about these floundering young men, hmm?" He whispered, mock-scandalous, "Anyone any fun?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 18, 2008 0:36:31 GMT -5
She at first thought of David, the hit and run who got away, and she perhaps missed, for once. It only took her half a second to shake it off and she smirked. She curled a finger around the hair above his ear. "A few," she replied, lips curving. "And one that got away. None that would tickle your fancy, I'm sure." She giggled near his cheek. Ah, the mock intimacy of it all. Sexual teasing--- it was both their forte's.
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Post by Cozy on Aug 18, 2008 21:29:04 GMT -5
Mikhail blinked for a moment, glancing over at her curiously. Hiding something? Samantha? Ooh. It had to be juicy.
He laid a small, affectionate nibble at the pulse point just beneath her ear, "Samantha, darling, you know how I feel about those little white lies." He told her jovially, fingers tickling briefly at the small of her back, "Have you really found someone interesting?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 1:13:48 GMT -5
She sighed. "You can be so irritating, I hope you realize."
A delightful chill crawled up her spine as his fingers brushed a particularly sensitive area on her lower back. She grabbed his hand and led him the rest of the way inside, and then to the couch in her parlor.
Pulling him down practically on top her, she dawned her 'now-I'm-really-serious' face. "Alright, I will tell you. There was one boy who supposedly had a predisposition against anything sexual. But being myself, I suppose something pulled it out of him, and we, well, shared a night." Her eyes glazed dreamily and then she bit her lip. "It was.... memorable. But it was the last I ever saw of him."
She cleared her throat and attempted to change the subject. "And you, dear? Did you meet anyone interesting during your, ah, travels?"
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Post by Cozy on Aug 19, 2008 10:34:42 GMT -5
Mikhail let out a sympathetic coo, stroking her cheek delicately, "Oh, you poor dear, how awful! Never nice when the game gets turned on you, is it?" He purred, laying a kiss on her forehead, "Well, forget that beastly thing, you can have anyone you want."
"As for my travels-" He began, sitting up slightly and beginning to root through one of his bags, "I hardly met anyone as interesting as you, darling, but they were enjoyable enough. Ah! Here we are." He drew back from the bag, a small box in one hand, "I brought these for you. I thought you might enjoy them."
Lifting the lid lightly, he revealed two delicate combs within. Inset into each intricately engraved golden plate were three evenly-spaced drops of ruby, bordered by tiny white pearls, "I thought, if you really must have your lovely hair in a bun so often, you should at least be able to decorate it. And you do look so darling in gold!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 14:54:03 GMT -5
One dainty hand flew to her collar bone and her eyes widened. "Oh, Mikhail," she breathed. "They're lovely." Gingerly, she picked one up in her fingers, holding it so the light hit the jewels and made it sparkle. "You really shouldn't have."
Which of course meant: you absolutely should have, do it again whenever you feel like it.
"Here," she said, handing it back to him. She twisted around. "Help me put it in."
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Post by Cozy on Aug 20, 2008 1:16:47 GMT -5
Mikhail smiled broadly, positioning himself on the couch behind her. Carefully, he drew up her hair, comb in the opposite hand. A soft purr escaped him as he slid it into place.
"Oh, darling, you look perfectly divine." He told her, half-muffled against the back of her neck as he placed small, delicate kisses along it. Then, with a small chuckle, "As always, mm?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 20, 2008 21:53:17 GMT -5
"Well," she turned, raising an eyebrow. "I am the dream of beauty. But pretty jewels certainly help. Thank you, darling. They're perfect."
She fingered his chin and placed a coy kiss over his lips. "Now stop kissing me unless you mean it. It's terribly distracting."
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Post by Cozy on Aug 21, 2008 9:28:54 GMT -5
Mikhail pouted the tiniest bit, cocking his head to the side in mock innocence, "Well, of course, darling, you know I'll listen." He told her, leaning back easily against the arm of the couch. He allowed a few small moments to pass between them before grinning just faintly.
"But whatever would you have me do instead, mm?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 21, 2008 22:48:03 GMT -5
She laughed lightly. "You have nothing else to occupy your time with?" She arched a perfectly plucked brow. "You know," she continued coyly, "if you really are in need of something to do later on, I have a few friends...."
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Post by Cozy on Aug 22, 2008 0:50:30 GMT -5
Letting out a light laugh, Mikhail allowed himself to lay back fully against the couch arm, "Darling, whyever would I want anyone else when you're right here in front of me, mmm?" He asked playfully, "Besides. You know I rather fancy kissing you."
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