Rosemarne Malinowski Doge (D'argente) (avant) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-03 21:22:00

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amery wilkes, rosemarne doge, venice vega

[Amery!]
She was going to go to jail.

Whatever Estella tried to tell her about maybe being able to find out the questions beforehand and passing that way had not but Marnie at ease. What was worse was that she had to meet with that fellow from the Ministry and she was -- well, Marnie didn't take well to stress.

Which was the reason she was standing outside of Amery Wilkes' office at 6:40, pacing and wringing her wrists and occasionally clapping her hands together. This was not good. This was so not good.

...there was no way she could possibly retain anything that they were going to talk about tonight and she knew she should have just canceled but she'd only just found out and -- and!

UGH.

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	veevee 2008-10-05 02:46 am UTC (link)
	She clicked her tongue when he leaned back, arching her brow. She certainly wasn't going to be putting her leg up on the back of his chair anytime soon, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to stretch her leg out for him. Venice shifted, sliding her leg along the edge of his desk until it was fully straightened. "If you insist..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	otets 2008-10-05 03:06 am UTC (link)
	"Hmm," he said, appraisingly. "Yes, this is quite a lovely specimen. Tell me, do people often exhibit extreme signs of jealousy at the sight of such appendages?" Amery shifted his hand, as if to touch, before drawing back. "Oh, that is, if I may...?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	veevee 2008-10-05 03:10 am UTC (link)
	"You may not, in fact." She arched a brow at him then, flexing her foot once before she let her lips twitch into a smirk. He could look all that he wanted, but if he was going to touch then he'd have to do so without permission, as it were. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

otets
2008-10-07 02:59 am UTC (link)

Amery had really never thought of himself as having a leg fetish. In fact, he really didn't like to think of himself as having any sort of fetishes, however, that might not be as true as he had been hoping it would be.

But he had to admit, looking at Miss Vega's calf was suddenly making him reassess his approach to anatomy, particularly in the opposite sex.

"Have dinner with me," he breathed, looking up at her where she perched. "Tomorrow. Sunday. Whenever."

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veevee
2008-10-07 03:07 am UTC (link)

There was something utterly intoxicating about having a man under your control. Venice had discovered this after her brother's untimely death.

When it was your boss, though, and someone deep in His ranks...well, that made it even better. She arched a brow down at Amery, contemplating the offer. She even tapped a fingertip to her lower lip while she thought.

"Dinner," she drawls lazily, "Perhaps Sunday. Somewhere nice, though."

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