<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Living Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V63.jpg)</div><br/>As soon as she spoke, Mark raised his hand near her shoulder. Every single nerve ending on her body was immediately alert and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to throw herself into that hand. Vivi had never wanted anything more than in that moment for that simple touch of her shoulder. Please! For the love of all things right and good in this world, let me feel the warmth of that touch!<br/><br/>But the moment was over almost as quickly as it had begun. His hand dropped and he proceeded into the next room. Vivi! Get a hold of yourself! Oh, and FOLLOW! As if a switch was flipped inside of her, she sucked in her breath and followed the man quickly. Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip. She recited over and over again as she made her way into the living room.<br/><br/>The living room, as with the foyer, was very tastefully done. Vivi glanced at him long enough to regain the breathlessness and see him gesture to a chair. She walked over to chair and sat, sinking in slightly. Had he seen that? Oh she hoped not. How ungraceful of her! Her self chastisement about worrying had completely left her and was overtaken with chastisement for every little thing she possibly did wrong.<br/><br/>Every sense was alert. She could feel the fabric of the chair beneath her hands, hear the ticking of a clock and the rustle of leaves outside the windows, smell the sweet scent of nature and... masculinity. She almost passed out from gratification right there and then. Oh that smell. His smell. That would be her undoing. That musk and spice... She shivered as he sat before her. Her throat began to close and when he asked her if she wanted water, she all but begged him for it.<br/><br/>"No, thank you." Wait, what? Water! I need water! Why did you say no? She couldn't think straight but she couldn't take back her refusal. He'd think her a stammering fool that couldn't make up her mind. She took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and looked up, into his eyes. Mistake. She was hooked. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue flitted out to wet the plump pink slits. Her breathing was shallow and she blinked as if in a daze.