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Tweak says, "Hello, pumpkin!"

Emily Wotton (msemilywotton) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-01-28 22:08:00

Entry tags:

!closed, dorian gray, emily wotton

WHO: Emily and Dorian
WHEN: After she finds his gift
WHERE: Their flat
WHAT: Heavy making out results in realising Dorian’s main thrill isn’t gonna be happening
Ratings: Kinda high for suggestive themes/possibly swearing?
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

There was so much ease between them in situations such as this, she had learned that the first time they were together. He made her feel comfortable and yet not too comfortable that she was afraid to move on instinct. From the second they had finished talking over those strange but incredible things that she had been given when she had arrived and met eyes their lips had been locked. Well, on occasion she would confess lips occasionally left but only to find his warm skin in place of the inviting softness of his mouth. He was just too intoxicating for her to really pull away and she wouldn’t be surprised if he knew that and used it to his advantage. Her mind, body, heart and soul all yearned for and desired him there was no doubting it.

She wasn’t sure when she ended up on his lap, her knees either side of him, but it was done so smoothly that she wasn’t surprised she didn’t take note. Some would say it was expertise that made it so she did not consciously choose the movement but again she will willing to blame Dorian. Perhaps expertise when it came to him came into play, but that was the extent of any knowledge she had of men and any form of sexual relationship. Her only knowledge was of Dorian and even at that she hadn’t full knowledge of him. There was always more to learn.

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msemilywotton
2011-01-29 11:50 pm UTC (link)

She only just returned the kiss, still too confused and worried to really respond properly. But once she thought about it she supposed it was a problem she had little to do with. Or at least she hoped it was nothing about her that he was thinking too much about. Smiling softly at him, understanding all over her face, she pulled back to look for her shirt.

"Maybe if you talk about it?" she asked as her eyes scanned the room to find where she had thrown it. Once she saw it by the small table, she stood from his lap and pulled it on, biting her lip as she looked at him. "What's on your mind, Dorian?"

She should maybe sit next to him rather than above him but she didn't want to make this any harder for him to talk about. Whatever his problem was.

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seemysoul
2011-01-30 06:02 am UTC (link)

"Don't go," he murmured petulantly as she stood to redress herself. He reached out and caught her hand, tugging her gently back toward his lap. "I can still do things for you..."

But even as he said it, he could fell a strange indifference settling over him, the desire to follow through with his flirtation eluding his grasp. "It's just this place. I've never had to work or a living, but my station as Lord Kelso's grandson means nothing here. I don't even know what sort of job I would be good at. Unless someone is looking for a piano player." Or someone to sit for portraits. Perhaps he should ask Eames if the college would pay to have a live model brought in.

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msemilywotton
2011-01-30 11:27 am UTC (link)

She moved with ease when he pulled her to his lap, trying not to look too disappointed. She could sense it, his lack of willingness to do anything really and although she felt like she should not be disappointed, after all their relationship wasn't fully based on sex, she couldn't help that dull feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was worried that if he went off her once, he wouldn't want her again.

She wanted to argue back. Her position as her father's daughter meant nothing here and yet she was not as easily effected as he was. Perhaps it was a male thing. She was actually rather looking forward to searching for work if she could find proper identification and means of finding a job.

"Perhaps you could teach it. You are a brilliant pianist, you know that. Many could learn from you."

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seemysoul
2011-01-30 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Dorian sighed. He could see he was only further disappointing her, and he didn't know how to fix it. He believed Emiliy had always enjoyed being independant, making her own way, whereas Dorian had always taken his inheritance for granted.

"Perhaps I could teach..." He rubbed her back idly. "I'm sorry, Em. I don't know why I'm so distracted. I don't think it's ever happened to me before."

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	msemilywotton 2011-01-30 11:48 pm UTC (link)
	The use of a nickname had her full attention. No one had ever used that on her and for some reason it felt right coming from him. She shouldn't be angry at him, she couldn't be. It wasn't his fault. And there were other things in a relationship, which she hoped this was, that they could rely on. "It's okay Dorian. Really. Perhaps you just need some time." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

seemysoul
2011-01-31 12:32 am UTC (link)

"Perhaps you're right," he said, nuzzling her cheek. He did enjoy the closeness that they seemed to share, regardless of his lack of appetite, or his performance anxiety. "After all, it's not every day a man gets snatched into a strange, fantastical place."

Or gets killed by diabolical talking Christmas ornaments, and brought back to life. Then again, not every man had sold his soul for immortality, as Dorian had. Perhaps now he was finally beginning to pay the price in his own body. But that could only be a good thing. Right?

Perhaps in the absence of the painting, perhaps in giving his life to help that pregnant girl, Dorian's soul had begun to return to him. He hardly dared to hope.

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msemilywotton
2011-01-31 12:44 am UTC (link)

She smiled at the gentle touch to her cheek, relaxing more into his hold. It did make sense that the strangeness of this place would effect him, she wouldn't blame him for that. Smiling softly, she leaned in to press her lips gently to his. Just because it couldn't go any further didn't mean she couldn't kiss him.

"There's no rush."

And she meant it. She really did. She wasn't so reliant on sex and she didn't mind how long it could possibly take.

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	seemysoul 2011-02-01 05:15 am UTC (link)
	"Thank you," he murmured, twirling a strand of her hair around his fingers. He was beginning to think that maybe she had him wrapped around hers. She would have him my the heartstrings...if he had a heart. Perhaps he should try to get that back, and then the rest might follow. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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