Frenzy
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Emperor of Profaningshire
Fscking Bigjobs
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Post by Frenzy on May 25, 2012 15:55:03 GMT -5
Cipher smiles, at both his words and his touch. Octavian has always been one of the few men who can keep up with her, one of the only ones deserving her loyalty. The only one who has returned it.
"You always appreciate what I have to say. Are you going to want me to force you to bed, or will you go on your own?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 25, 2012 20:06:58 GMT -5
The smile she offers him sends a tingle down his spine, while a sound starts deep in his chest, rumbling upwards, pressed on by everything that this wonderful, wicked woman is doing to him. A hungry growl, one that perfectly matches the wicked smile. One that only she will ever hear, for she is the only woman that Octavian Comstock cares for in that specific way, the feelings so powerful that not even Onslaught, trapped deep within the core of the villain's mind, can entirely block them out.
His face leans closer to hers, his warm breath tickling the skin of her cheek and then the soft flesh of her lips, while his eyes look challengingly into hers. "Hmmm...." The lights in the bathroom flicker. Energy can be felt swirling around the both of them. Within seconds, the hand that moments ago had bare skin pressing to her cheek were now clad in leather, a thumb caressing a crimson lip, while it is now Octavian who looms over her. ''Make me.''
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Frenzy
Minor
Emperor of Profaningshire
Fscking Bigjobs
Posts: 339
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Post by Frenzy on May 28, 2012 17:39:49 GMT -5
The flicker of energy prickles her skin, raising goosebumps, and her lips part slightly at the sensation. Then that gloved thumb touches her, and she nips him. "As you wish."
Things go from there. Somewhere between the bathroom and the bedroom, her suit gets torn off. Somewhere between the bedroom door and the bed, Octavian's suit gets cut off. Somewhere between the bed and sleep, one of a matched pair of statuettes shatters against the floor.
OOC: Fade. Yessssss.
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