<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Vic's rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Wishing he was Henry<br/><hr/><br/>Vic placed his hands inside the partially open dress, resting in her waist. It was the same placement as before, but now he could feel her warm flesh and it brought a rise out of him that he was unable to hide. “And yet you managed for nearly a year to do so..” There was no malice in his tone, merely a comment to her words, though he had to admit there were times he had wished that he had just forced her over his desk or into his bed, perhaps things wouldn't have gone on as they had, but she was here now and that was all that mattered to him, she was here with him.<br/><br/>“If I tell you, then what would be the surprise in that?” He laughed as he raised his hands, but only slightly as he pulled her closer to his chest if that was actually possible. “But you might rethink my terms when we are done.” His smile as playful, he had agreed to what he had, but his original terms would always be on the table. “As for the buttons. I have no idea..” He smiled. “But I like it.”