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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:10:59 GMT -5
Flea nodded, "Tell me about the usual. What do you normally do during the day?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:26:23 GMT -5
Flea grinned, "Sounds like my days, minus the fucking."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:37:07 GMT -5
Flea kissed her palm, and than her lips, before climbing over her to get out of the bed. "So what shall we do today, since we are free? What do you like to do when you aren't working?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:41:24 GMT -5
Flea nodded. "We'll let's go for a walk then. Shall we go down by the Blackwater and perhaps pack lunch?" He slipped his robe on and smiled down at her, as she lay undressed on the mattress.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:44:42 GMT -5
Flea crinkled his nose. "Its not that bad.. but if you say so. And you might want to change. I know you like your pretty dresses and gowns." He smiled as took her hand,
"Shall we?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:52:55 GMT -5
The two snuck down into the street, and through the sections of King's Landing. While they were walking, Flea made a gesture, and two men carrying a palanquin stopped.
"Four pennies is the price ser." Said the man in the front. Flea nodded, and they lowered for them to get in.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 17:56:09 GMT -5
He kissed her back as the two men grunted and lifted them up, carrying them forward.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 18:01:41 GMT -5
Flea smiled, "Whisperers can be very very quiet." he said, as his hands roamed."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 19:28:15 GMT -5
Flea's hands caressed her hips, and buttocks and smooth thighs, and though his eyes were swimming with passion, he made not a sound.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 20:53:32 GMT -5
Reaching up with one hand, he pressed his finger to her lips, suggesting quiet, before his hand took her by the back of her head, and lowered her to him for a deep probing kiss.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 20:58:52 GMT -5
Flea's hips rose to meet hers, as the young spy decided to no longer be passive, but to grind his pelvis against his lady whisperer. Her moans against his mouth, drove him on.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 21:06:15 GMT -5
Flea issued a quiet groan, as he spent himself inside her. He held her close to him as they caught their breath.
At that very moment the Palanquin stopped and the men set it on the ground. Flea smiled, as he straightened his robes. Indicating with a single finger to her lips for more silence, he pushed aside the litter's blanket, to reveal a little trapdoor. Beneath it, there was a dark hole.
"Ah, this is our stop my love," he whispered in her ear.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 21:11:22 GMT -5
Flea gestured for her to go first, and than placed two large wooden blocks inside the litter, before closing the trapdoors. Dacey could hear the men lifting the litter again, and carrying it away. Flea smiled at her as they were plunged into darkness. Flea seemed to need no lights for his directions, as they headed towards the Avalon.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 21:18:08 GMT -5
Eventually after a few twists and turns, they arrived inside Dacey's bedroom, still unmade from where they had last ruffled the bedsheets.
Flea smiled.
"You can go order food for the picnic, or get your dress, but shhhh secret okay."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 21:25:52 GMT -5
Flea smiled. "right here waiting for you." he said, settling in to her bed, and making himself comfortable.
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