preyforheaven (preyforheaven) wrote,
@ 2011-06-27 20:58:00

AU: Diamonds are forever.
He didn't finally breathe fresh air or see the sunlight until he got out, but even before then, just brushing a little against the mind that was there, even a shielded one... it was so wonderful.

He'd clutched her hand from his knees and kissed it before he'd even looked up, and once he did...she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

It didn't matter why she had come for him, what she wanted. She would have it. Paris would see to it.

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	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:09 pm UTC (link)
	No, darling. Just to my bedroom across the hall. If you get terribly lonely you can just let yourself in. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:11 pm UTC (link)
	Thank You, he says, the psychic overtones worshipful. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	If I see you not again tonight, I will see you in the morning, darling. She goes into her room, a plan forming. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:18 pm UTC (link)
	Paris drinks, eats, and gathers his thoughts. Then, as it gets late, he takes the pillow -- so ridiculously soft! -- off of his bed and walks quietly into the hallway. May I, My Lady? he asks before he opesn the door. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:29 pm UTC (link)
	Of course, darling. Inside, Emma is lounging on her bed, clad only in her underwear and a nightgown so skimpy that skimpy itself is an extravagant description, reading. "Are you alright, Paris?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

preyforheaven
2011-06-28 11:32 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, My Lady," he says, trying to keep his voice respectable as he closes the door. Fortunately, it's completely normal -- in his mind -- to go to his knees for her, because his legs might not have held him as he stares.
"I simply wished to ask to sleep in here tonight," he says, putting down the absurdly soft pillow right by the threshold of her door and moving as if to lie down there.

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	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:36 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course." Emma gets up and starts pulling back the blankets on the other side of the bed, adjusting the pillows there before looking back at him. "Paris, what are you doing?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	"I was going to --" and he cuts off his explanation when he realizes she was turning down the bed. If his skin weren't already perpetually sunburned, he'd be blushing. "My Lady, you honor me, but... are you sure?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	"You are not a dog. You do not sleep on the floor. Come." She slipped back into the bed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:41 pm UTC (link)
	As Paris moves to the floor, he's walking on air. Literally. His feet don't quite touch the floor for a while before he climbs into her bed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	She lets him settle a bit before curling to his side a bit. "You floated to me just now. That was absolutely fascinating. Are you content?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	"In every conceivable respect but one, My Lady." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:45 pm UTC (link)
	"What one is that, Paris?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:48 pm UTC (link)
	"I have not yet had the chance to do anything to serve you," he says, his eyes flickering as he looks at her neck and shoulders, his gaze exerting a caressingly slight telekinetic pressure without his really thinking about it. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:50 pm UTC (link)
	Caught off guard, Emma moans very softly, here lashes fluttering for a moment at the delicate telekinetic touch. "Your very presence serves me, Paris, though I understand if you wish to serve me...more." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:52 pm UTC (link)
	"Please, My Lady. I wish to. I am not as experienced with women as some." Really, if one tallied the experiences with women against the experiences that good knights don't talk about... but that was another matter. "Instruct me? Please?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-29 12:05 am UTC (link)
	One perfectly manicured blonde brow arched. "What do you know thus far, Paris?" She wove her hand into his. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-29 12:11 am UTC (link)
	Merely the basics, he says into her mind, the words overladen with images of two previous experiences with women in Medieval France. But I do not know what you want. And yet somehow, he dares to let his mind caress down her body again, across the clavicle, down the side. It's an act of worship as much as sensuality. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-06-29 12:25 am UTC (link)

The images are primitive, at least in technique. Simply the basics, though he had demonstrated aptitude in the art of enjoying a female form--and he was doing so again right there, causing a little shiver. Ever the teacher, though, Emma snared his mind with hers and fed him her own images, artfully crafted ones of him with her, worshipping her perfectly.

Images so real he would feel them.

That, my darling. That is what I want. That right there. Feel it.

As she threw image and sensation at him, with her physical form she drew him close and kissed him.

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-29 12:35 am UTC (link)
	He takes that all in, shivering in turn just at she's put into his mind, then kisses back passionately. Once she's ready to release him from that kiss, he works his way down her neck, clavicle, to her breasts, the lingerie just brushing itself aside from which as his tongue devotes itself to her pleasure. Paris moans abjectly against her skin. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-29 10:14 am UTC (link)
	A girl could get used to being with a telekinetic. Emma shuddered and moaned, her back arching and her body pressing up against him. "Very good...more..." she entangled her hand in his hair to guide his kisses further down her body. Teaching a medieval Frenchman how to properly worship a woman might not be so much of a challenge. All the better. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-29 10:50 am UTC (link)
	Her approval -- and exercise of control -- makes him all the more eager. His hands carefully grab and slide off her underwear as he proceeds to...work hard to learn how to serve his Lady best, listening carefully for what's most effective. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-29 10:54 am UTC (link)
	Emma guides him exactly where he needs to go, reassuring him with her mind any time she senses a question or an uncertainty. When he does well--and he does with some ease--she practically purrs as she moans. Yes, yes, like that, Paris! Her legs part further for him as she sends back to him the pleasure he's giving her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-29 11:12 am UTC (link)
	And that'll make him tremble and groan right into her flesh as he essentially drinks her in, lapping eagerly, but carefully as instructed. He's already in quite a state from her satisfaction. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-29 11:26 am UTC (link)
	Her breathing hitches and her moans grow louder, hips trembling beneath him...but she stops him abruptly, pulling him up so she can look him in the face. "You know what comes next, my darling." Her hands trace down his body, reaching between his legs. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)