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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 13:06:15 GMT -5
Flea looked into her eyes, as if sizing her up, than he pushed her away gentlely.
"You gotta stop asking questions Dacey... It's making me nervous. And that's not good."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 13:09:03 GMT -5
"Then just come and sit with me," Dacey said quietly, leading him over to a plush chair. She walked over to a cabinet in the far corner and poured wine for him, and then came back to his chair and lifted the flagon to his lips. "There, drink, relax."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 13:12:25 GMT -5
Flea shook his head. "No thank you, but you go ahead." He gestured for her to drink the wine.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 13:19:28 GMT -5
"I always prefer beer myself," Dacey said, setting the flagon aside and perching sideways on the arm of his chair, rocking slightly. "You should know," she said softly. "That Lord Erik is more loyal to Prince Rodrick than to the King. Well, at least, I think he is."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 13:23:00 GMT -5
Flea's eyes went from the girl, to the wine. "You'd offer me something you wouldn't drink yourself? That's not good Dacey... No good at all." Flea raised his hand, and Scav began to move from his position along the wall, taking a few steps forward, his pickaxe catching moonlight from the window.
"Drink the wine Dacey, and let me know I'm a silly scared little boy."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 13:28:46 GMT -5
"You are a silly, scared boy," Dacey laughed lightly to hide her consternation. But what choice did she have? She could feel rather than see Scav move behind her. She flashed Flea a sweet, pretty smile, and lifted the flagon to her lips and pretended to drink and swallow, letting very little wine in through her clenched teeth. She only swallowed enough to make the volumn in the flagon decrease a little.
Instantly, she felt pleasantly warm and...loose. Relaxed. She gave Flea another smile, and traced a finger down his cheek. "My my," she whispered, warmed by a strange fire inside her. "Hasn't Flea grown up now." She slid from the chair's arm into his lap, and put her arms around him again. "See," she said, fighting to keep her brain sharp. "See how silly you were to doubt me?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 13:42:51 GMT -5
Flea smiled. "I'm sorry Dacey, I gave you such a fright, calm your nerves, and we can be friends again." He gave her a fierce hug, like a child might hug a friend, but with an underlying tension. He took the wine glass, and held it up to her, like she had to him, offering her to drink of his cup.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 13:49:20 GMT -5
Oh fuck, no. Dacey was fighting the alluring warmth that threatened to take over her brain. If she had the rest of it, she'd be blabbering anything he wanted to hear, pulling him into her bed...
But Scav was watching, thatfuckinglousybastard. Dacey was already light-headed. "Thanks," she said a little crazily, taking the cup and draining it in one go. Mmm, it tasted good. Good deep red wine. Dacey's eyes were swimming with lust. "Of course we can be friends," she said huskily, snuggling closer in his lap. Some part of her was vaguely aware of itself, but Dacey felt that she would have to think hard to remember her own name.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 13:51:46 GMT -5
Flea nuzzled against her warmth, and in the corner of her eye, she could see the armed thug Scav backing off, and melting into the corner.
"Thank you Dacey. I'm glad we found a way out of this. I don't want to hurt anyone."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 13:54:26 GMT -5
The small clear part of Dacey's brain was scared shitless at the idea of being drugged like this in front of Flea, but the rest of Dacey was just warm with desire. "Of course you don't," she murmured, and leaned in to kiss him.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 13:58:10 GMT -5
He kissed her back in the light, pecking way of an inexperienced youth, breaking off quickly to look at her with a smile on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 14:02:18 GMT -5
Dacey knocked the empty flagon aside as she pulled him back for a deeper kiss. "You should stay here tonight," she murmured, with another, longer kiss. "Your bed is so cold and lonely."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 14:07:31 GMT -5
Flea enjoyed this new experience of kissing, and continued, growing a little bolder.
"Can't," he said, when he began to breathe. "You've gotta go to Pentos tomorrow.."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 22:01:07 GMT -5
"Pentos?" Dacey giggled, kissing him back with fervor. "What's Pentos?" She found the word strangely hilarious.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 22:03:03 GMT -5
Flea began to tentatively explore the older woman's fully developed body. He'd played around with servant girls in The Burrow ,but she felt.. different.
"Pentos... is where... you'll be going.. with Erik... and... stealing...his...axe." Flea said in between the attentions of her lips and tongue.
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Hope you all are well and happy.