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 2011-06-28 10:56 pm UTC (link)
	"It is...difficult to be certain, My Lady. They had lain dormant all my life, and were only brought out for a few hours before... at any rate, I can hear thoughts, and reach for things, and fly, but I feel that there is more I have not yet figured out." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 10:59 pm UTC (link)
	"I would enjoy it greatly if you...experimented. If you tested yourself and explored the limits of your being. I myself am not certain I have reached my full potential, though I enjoy the expert level at which I know what I have." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:01 pm UTC (link)
	"It would be a pleasure, My Lady. I have always wanted to improve." And he stares a little. "You are incredible." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:06 pm UTC (link)
	"And you haven't even seen me at my best." There might have been the barest hint of something downright wicked in her smile. "Rest. Eat. Enjoy yourself. I want you at your top level when I show you off to the world." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:08 pm UTC (link)
	He nods earnestly. You... are not going too far? he asks in her mind. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	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)