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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	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)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-29 11:40 am UTC (link)
	"My Lady," Paris moans as he stares at her adoringly, the green-gold energy flickering across those blue eyes. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-06-29 11:48 am UTC (link)

She kisses his cheek, his jaw, his throat very tenderly, the adoration in his eyes and thrumming through his very being touching her. Emma is no stranger to adoration, but this...this is different. This is real.

Carefully she relieves him of the clothing he's wearing, the soft cotton garments pushed away rather then ripped apart until his sun-rosed skin is flush with her much paler form. And then, with the both of them naked to each other, she guides him into her, a sharp moan escaping her lips as his body fits into hers.

"Now," she whispers, "you are mine."

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-29 04:38 pm UTC (link)
	Entirely yours, My Lady. No man can be expected to keep speaking aloud, in his fourth language no less, at a time like this. Groaning, his hands all over her, he tries to show her how exquisite she feels as he starts to move inside her. How perfect and incredible and... the lust he's projecting isn't quite the usual sort; it's reverent. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-06-29 11:08 pm UTC (link)

She brings her legs around his waist and as he moves inside of her, she moves in as well, pushing him deeper and, sometimes, a little harder with each of her thrusts. Soon, she gives up on verbal communication entirely, the groans and moaning each time he plunges into her body and the way her nails dig into his back words enough to show her approval and her blessing.

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 12:41 am UTC (link)
	And Paris is in ecstasy, and he takes her harder, faster, particularly liking her nails in his back. It has, obviously, been a long time, but he doesn't want to finish before she does, so he's not going to. He's listening carefully and trying to handle the angles just right. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 12:44 am UTC (link)
	Emma was close before she drew him into her and his efforts only drive her closer still, maddeningly so as her hips start to twitch and she begins to writhe uncontrollably beneath him. Her breathing catches and her moans turn into screams as she claws him, holding on as her climax strikes her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 01:07 am UTC (link)
	He takes her through it, almost as vocal just from the thrill of pleasing her. May I? he asks, desperate for approval. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 01:08 am UTC (link)
	"Yes! Please! Oh god, Paris...please...." Her voice screams in his ear and in his mind, her body still trembling. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 01:10 am UTC (link)
	There's a green-gold crackling throughout the room as he lets go with a hoarse sound, thrusts in, and fills her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-06-30 01:13 am UTC (link)

Emma is unable to keep track of time; it seems to go on forever, his pleasure, and she clings to him as he finishes. The green-gold...it dazzles her. He dazzles her. It has been a very, very long time since anyone made her feel such as he had. Adored. Wanted. Needed.

When he is done, she nuzzles and snuggles to him.

"I think I'm yours now more than you are mine," she whispers. "No one makes me feel like that..."

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 01:16 am UTC (link)
	"Nonsense, my lady," he whispers, holding her close, stroking her hair. "Though I am sorry if others failed you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 10:02 am UTC (link)
	"They didn't fail me, Paris. They just didn't...care for me in the way you do." Emma kisses his temple softly. "I can trust you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 01:41 pm UTC (link)
	"I am honored." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 02:49 pm UTC (link)
	"Tomorrow there is a man coming to the house. His name is Sebastian Shaw. He is the one who sent me to find you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 02:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Then I am glad he did, My Lady. But you found me." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 02:57 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes, I did. But he often sends me to do his work for him. He is the man who is going to try to use you, Paris. I want you to be warned and ready. He also treats me...differently." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-30 02:58 pm UTC (link)
	"I will assist him if and only if he has your permission." And then Paris's eyes narrow. "How...differently, My Lady?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 03:12 pm UTC (link)
	Emma smiled, a little darkly. "The foolish man is deluded into believing that I am his." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)