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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 15:24:29 GMT -5
"I could Not charm that desk to float" he said smiling walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her. "Or I could also not Charm the rug...or that cabinet...and whatever the hell that thing over there is." he said kissing her for every object he named.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 15:28:14 GMT -5
"Mmmmmm," Isabella sighed against him, kissing him back. "You taste like scotch and I don't even care," she murmured. "You may not be able to charm anything else, but you certainly charmed me!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 15:54:42 GMT -5
"At least i don't smell like it!" he said pulling her robe open to kiss her collar. "Am I intoxicating you?" he asked smiling at her, his gaze becoming warm.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 16:03:55 GMT -5
"Yes," she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as she pulled him closer to her. "I could have sworn I was angry at you a minute ago... but who cares..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 16:29:56 GMT -5
"I don't!" he volunteered. He moved her to the sofa and took off her slippers and began to kiss her ankles. "How about we forget the previous fifteen minutes and focus on this?" he said kissing along her calve.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 16:36:57 GMT -5
Isabella let out a tiny squeal. "OK," she said. "But seriously, next time you think about going to a nightclub... don't," she said half-heartedly. "I wondered where you were, and I thought... oh, never mind what I thought, it was stupid, anyway... just don't stop doing that..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 16:41:23 GMT -5
"With pleasure" he said grinning kissing back down to her ankle, then he did the same with the other leg. "What ever you were thinking, let me just tell you that even if a hundred other women fling themselves at me like slingshots, your the only one I want... You've seen me naked" he grinned remembering his old photograph with much less embarrassment. His lips descended on her knee and kissed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 16:53:28 GMT -5
She sighed happily. "No, I just thought maybe you were frustrated with me... I know I've been a bit high-maintenance lately... I don't mean to...." she trailed off and leaned back, smiling blissfully. "I love you," she breathed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 17:15:55 GMT -5
"I'd be lying if i said i was compeltely understanding..." he said coming closer to her and taking the robe further away."But I'd be lying too if I said I didn't love you." he smiled at her and kissed her over on her heart. "I love you too Isa."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 22:59:08 GMT -5
Something about what he said bothered her, but she pushed it aside as she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close to her. She bent her head down and kissed him desperately. But even as her body was caught up in the sensations, her stupid mind kept working. As she leaned back on the couch, pulling him down with her, she suddenly realized something. "Wait... you don't understand why I've been this way? Then... you were tired of me, weren't you? That's why you went to the club... to get away from me?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 23:43:52 GMT -5
Voltaire looked at her bemused, "what? No I've never been tired of you! I mean...Well after the last attack about the short bread, I was feeling really stupid. I just wanted to go out and have a few drinks." he said "I do understand, but I got really confused!" he said defensively. he felt his mood take a drastic dive, if she wanted to fight now he was going to end up crying like a sissy boy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 23:49:01 GMT -5
She touched his cheek. "I'm just sorry about that.... it was so stupid... such a silly reason for a fight..." Kissing him, she said softly, "I know I haven't been easy lately... it's just that I don't feel well and my hormones are raging... but I love you." She ran her hands over his chest and began to unbutton his jacket. "Part of me still wants to be mad... but another part of me just wants you... I think I'm going with the second part." She smiled as she kissed him again.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 8, 2006 23:58:43 GMT -5
Voltaire was a little stunned at her exuberance, typically as of late, she would stop all contact with him and he'd console himself with a glass of milk and cookies or cake, from the kitchens. He shut his eyes and began to feel better about her mood changes, at least she wasn't fighting! he pulled away from her and said "I'm glad you don't want to fight, because neither do I." he took his vest and pulled his shirt from his pants, which at the moment he hated, and kissed her again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 9, 2006 0:08:25 GMT -5
"What good is fighting, anyway?" she said, pulling off his jacket. "The only good thing about fighting is making up... I say we just skip the fight and get right to the making up part... Just..." she kissed him, "promise me, no more nightclubs..." she kissed him again. "You could have been killed..." she kissed him again. "And I don't want to live without you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 9, 2006 0:15:34 GMT -5
"No! No more nightclubs!" he said in between her kisses. he could of laughed at the thought of them speaking at the same time while trying to get his layers and layers of clothing off. He pulled away and said "Wait!" and he shucked off his shirt and went back to her. "Have I ever told you, that I don't think I've ever laid eyes on a more beautiful, sexy and fantastic woman?" he said grinning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 9, 2006 0:26:17 GMT -5
"I think you might have mentioned it," she said, smiling at him, "but I never get tired of hearing it." She put her arms around him and held him close as she kissed him. "And I think you're handsome, and gorgeous and sexy and wonderful! Please don't ever doubt how I feel for you..." She began to run her hands across his chest. "You're the only one for me."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 10, 2006 0:16:02 GMT -5
"And I doubt there was anyone else out there for me..." he said leaning forward a little awkwardly over her rounded belly to kiss her, since he wasn't on his knees anymore. He sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her and he placed one hand on her stomach and the other on her hip and began kissing her neck. "I won't doubt it for a second...ever." he said placing a kiss for every word he spoke.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 10, 2006 23:36:13 GMT -5
((Should we end this, or should I interrupt us again?))
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 11, 2006 0:02:24 GMT -5
Isabella closed her eyes and lost herself in the feelings that were rushing through her. She had missed this, more than she'd realized. Why hadn't she been in the mood lately? Who wouldn't be in the mood for this? She was in the process of undoing her robe when a loud tapping noise echoed through the room, shattering the mood.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 11, 2006 0:07:05 GMT -5
Voltaire picked his head up and looked for the source of the unearthly loud tapping. His eyes narrowed at the owl that he recognized at the window. he got up grumbling the whole way and let the wretched creature in. "Looks like we have news." he said frowning as the owl flew to Isa.
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