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Post by Mirage on May 16, 2012 22:03:15 GMT -5
Addison studies her blissful expression for a few moments. His own expression is pleased and slightly predatory, though he isn't aware of the later. This is what he's used to, when he looks for company.
But she spoken almost entirely in movie quotes. Only one woman he has met has ever done that, and she is taken.
Leaning closer, he brushes his lips across her ear and murmurs, "You can't plan for me. Close your eyes too long, and I disappear."
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 16, 2012 22:10:15 GMT -5
His breath on her ear sends a thrill down her spine. His words draw a toothy smile; she likes a man who plays her game. "You only appear when we're hot. Like a mirage."
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Post by Mirage on May 16, 2012 22:28:30 GMT -5
"You remind me ever so much of a lady I once knew," he murmurs, "Her name was Pee-Dee, and she was not so taken with me as you seem to be."
"I owe her a dance, I think."
He tries to twirl her back onto the floor. The music has turned to a smoldering and sensual bluesy jazz number.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 16, 2012 22:36:25 GMT -5
"Muzzle calls me that sometimes. I think he thinks he's being cute, because I'm a cop and those are my initials." Petunia molds herself against Addison as they dance, but she doesn't cling. When the music moves her to be whirled out, her eyes shine and her smile is just as delighted as when she twirls back in to fit herself against Addison again.
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Post by Mirage on May 17, 2012 15:47:39 GMT -5
Addison welcomes her back into his arm as she twirls back in, his hands- if allowed- sliding down her sides to rest just a little lower on her hips than is polite. He moves easily with the music and his partner, enjoying how free she allows herself to be in the moment.
"Ah, so he found you then," he says, a touch of regret in his voice "and you don't remember."
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 21, 2012 20:21:50 GMT -5
Petunia tilts her head slightly. "You know Muzzle? You know me?"
Hunger brightens in her eyes and expression, and her hands tighten on Addison. She presses a kiss to the edge of his mouth, then skims her lip along his jawline up to his ear. "How do you know us?"
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Post by Mirage on May 23, 2012 22:00:49 GMT -5
Addison's eyes close and he sighs in pleasure as Petunia grows bolder, then deliberately tries to spin her out from him again. When she returns, he tries to run the fingers of one hand through her hair, and tilt her chin up with the other.
"We have worked together before, and his car hit me once. It is not exactly a friendly relationship. As for you...,"
"Perhaps I knew who you were, but I do not know who you are now, Pee-Dee."
The song is nearing it's end, and as it does so, he tries to bring their dance to an end as well, and lead Petunia to a relatively private table.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 23, 2012 22:15:08 GMT -5
Petunia likes the touch to her hair; it feels right. This is how people are supposed to touch her, stroking her horns and rearranging her wires...
She doesn't question that thought as it flickers by. Addison's body is against hers, his voice in her ears, his scent in her nose. She doesn't question much of anything, not even what it means for a pretty film star to know Muzzle. Except- "That's an odd way to phrase it. His car hitting you, I mean."
As he leads her off to a private table, Petunia drifts close to him. This is a good date, she thinks happily. Dancing and pleasant company and maybe answers!
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Post by Mirage on May 30, 2012 22:40:19 GMT -5
Addison isn't Petunia's date, and eventually, that individual may decide to come claim her again. Addison is, however, unaware of the rather large toes he is stepping on. Wouldn't that be a pretty item for the press, if he got into a scuffle with a jealous beau?
"Muzzle's car is a... perfect reflection of Muzzle's own attitudes, and as much a part of him as his own hands. Is this not something you have realized, my dear?"
A waitress stops by the table, dropping a dirty martini in front of Addison. Before Petunia is placed a layered drink of various flame-colored liqueurs. The glass is rimmed with ginger sugar and chili flake.
"I hope the cocktail isn't too spicy," he says. He does not expect it to be so.
"Tell me about yourself Ms..." She has not actually given him her name as of yet.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 1, 2012 16:41:16 GMT -5
Petunia has gotten rather distracted from that fact. She may be surprised when Arthur shows up again.
"It's flashy," she says thoughtfully. "I don't think he's a flame paint-job kind of guy. Makes me wonder why he picked that car out of all the Porsches in the world."
The cocktail draws a delighted smile from her, and she flicks her tongue out to taste the ginger and chili on the rim. "Oooh. You sure know how to treat a girl, Mr. Bond." She takes a drink, sighs in blissful satisfaction. "Oh. I'm Dahlia. Petunia Dahlia. Cop, theater-goer, dancer, maker of things."
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Post by Mirage on Jun 1, 2012 19:52:44 GMT -5
Addison looks at Petunia over the rim of his martini glass. He's smiling slightly as he asks, "And did it not occur to you that perhaps his vehicle chose him? It does happen, you know." He sips his drink, obviously pleased with it.
He tries to take one of her hands in his, run his thumb over her knuckle. "If someone loved you very much, so that your happiness was the only thing that he wanted in the world, but he did a bad thing to make certain of it, could you forgive him?" he quotes, only changing the pronoun from the feminine to the masculine to make the line fit the situation. It is not one of the most-oft quoted lines from Casablanca, but somehow he imagines she will get the reference.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 4, 2012 12:39:47 GMT -5
Her hand goes limp in his grip.
"No one ever loved me that much1." Petunia's gaze drops to her drink. She doesn't like the way it feels like Addison has just torn her heart loose from its moorings.
1. Casablanca[/size]
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Post by Mirage on Jun 4, 2012 16:21:49 GMT -5
Addison tries to raise Petunia's hand and press a lingering kiss to her palm.
"Of that, my dear Pee-Dee, you are so very, very mistaken," he says softly before settling back in his seat. It is settled now. He knows her for who she is, even if she does not remember herself.
He swirls his drink in his glass, "That is why I do not ask you home with me this night. That, and I have no desire to have my classic profile mangled."
Nightbeat would not take something like that well, Addison is sure of it.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 4, 2012 19:08:06 GMT -5
Petunia smiles as Addison kisses her hand and says such sweet things. Even if he is changing her role for the evening, he's doing it because he cares about her. She can feel it, all warm and soft in her chest.
"I wouldn't do anything bad to you. I'm just drawn that way."
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Post by Mirage on Jun 7, 2012 22:39:06 GMT -5
Addison chuckles, presses another quick kiss to Petunia's palm and then laces his fingers with hers.
"You say that, my dear, but I owe you a pound of flesh from when I gave accidental insult, and I imagine that one day you will most gleefully tear it from me," he says teasingly. Of course, Pee-Dee does have the hand of Mirage's dark twin tucked away somewhere. Addison wonders if that cancels the debt in her optics.
It does not in his.
"But at the moment it is not harm from you I fear. I am quite sure N- Muzzle would do me serious harm if I took too great a liberty with you."
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