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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 17, 2016 2:03:41 GMT -5
Christian was somewhere between a knave and a gentleman. Had he cared for the woman he'd defiled he might have been more the latter but as he housed no feelings for Diana, and since she had done a marvelous job at pleasing him, he acted as the former.
Christian moved to lay on his back, his arms folded under his head in a satisfied manner. "Someone's learned some new tricks," he commented approvingly.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 17, 2016 2:14:22 GMT -5
'It came with practice', she thought.
Practice that they both had in spades learning each other's likes and dislikes-many of the former and far fewer of the latter when it came to each other.
She thought about the time she had spent learning those tricks, about the time she spent with him, and the ache only grew.
She sat up, the afterglow long gone now that the need had been taken care of. She stood up from the bed and reached for her dress. She didn't call it a mistake, but her actions spoke volumes.
"Like you said," she said pulling her dress on over her head letting the silk fall and hug her curves, "it's been a long time."
She slipped her shoes on and pinned her hair up with a charm. When she was 'presentable' she turned back to face him. She gave a brief smile, "Well, that was fun. Thanks."
Then she was gone.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 17, 2016 2:40:27 GMT -5
The encounter had done it's job. Christian was no longer fretting about his missing months or the possibility that his body had been taken over for some nefarious plans without his consent. He could easily obtain the identities of the men he had killed over the past three months from Davies and with a little more legwork he could figure out their common link and deduce what had happened to him over the summer. But Christian's mind was far from worrying over any of these details.
He tossed the room key on the front desk without a word as he strode out of the Inn. He wore the confidence of a conqueror.
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