Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra & Wistful Dream & crystaltears)
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				Title: <strong>Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 06:27:25</strong>
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				Quick OOC Explanation: Posted with Saerra's knowledge and slight collaboration. Wisti and I had an entertaining idea and a bit of spurring from our Muses this evening, resulting in an idea for a past client of Fiona's. Saerra was kind enough to grant us permission to use up one of the allowed threads for the Teahouse game to post it in so that others can read it if they like. It will most likely be our only side-thread... And while it will be a one-shot, it's conclusion will likely take a number of days to reach. And with that.. we hope you enjoy~<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~</div><br>The sun shone down gently on the city, putting a gleam into the paved streets. Passerby made their way up and down the sidewalks, some in formal attire, others less fortunate in station dressed more practically. They were all avoided equally by the slender, waif-like lady who delicately picked her way through the sunbathed streets. With a nod to the other occupants of the street she was able to avoid most direct interaction. For those curious enough to intentionally strike up conversation despite her avoidance the lady put up a polite facade of comfort.<br><br>Her path through the city was relatively short, but to Lorraine it felt like a rather long journey. The bustle of her rich green skirts carried to her ears with every step, accented by the click of her shoes against the pavement. Never had she been so thankful for the shade provided by her parasol, but she attributed that to the purpose of her visit. <br><br>She rounded a corner of the street, offering a light curtsy to a gentleman going the opposite way and her pale, brown eyes found the building front she was looking for. <em>'The Teahouse..'</em><br><br>Her steps faltered at the curbside as she looked at it, her modest sensibilities causing her to question her actions again, but she shook her head sending the rich, chocolate curls of her hair spilling over her shoulders. <em>'I need to do this. I need to do this for myself and for my engagement.'</em> A long sigh slipped past her full, pink lips as she looked down at her attire.<br><br>Pale, slender fingers gloved in the same green color as the fabric of her dress twisted around the handle of her parasol. <em>'I can do this.. If I'm paying for him.. He will be sweet.'</em> Her fine eyebrows knit together, drawing a crease in her forehead as she forced back the dark thoughts that had brought her to this decision. The Teahouse was the single most respected whore house in Ivore... But it was still a whore house.<br><br><em>'I can't be seen.'</em> The thought brought a rush of heat to her cheeks and she adjusted the parasol so the shade fell more thoroughly across her face. The sun's angle in the sky made that relatively easy and now half of her gracefully curved form lay in shadow. <br><br>After a swallow and another breath of air she moved forward, not toward the Teahouse, but toward the side road nearby that would let her access an entry not situated on the main street. Each step forward brought with it more resolve in her decision. Better still, each step along the side street meant getting further from the crowds of the main. When she was safely out of sight of the main street the lady rested her free hand against the wall of a nearby building.<br><br><em>'Alleyways.. No place for a proper lady..'</em> Her mother's voice echoed in her mind, but she let it fall to the way side as she stilled her thoughts and took another long breath. Here she did not need to be perfectly composed, but in front of others she must be. The shallow curve of her bosom fell slowly with her sigh as she rubbed just the tip of her middle finger against the wall. The fabric dragged slightly, audibly in the quiet of this sunny day, and the sound of it brought focus.<br><br>"I know what I'm doing," it was a lie, but a necessary one. Healing was her motivation, but this desperate gambit might not have been the proper reaction to the circumstances which prompted her. Gloved hand fell free of the coarse surface of the wall and she moved forward, a sway in the generous curves of her hips. The stables of the Teahouse came into view as the last of the heated blush faded from her pale cheeks. <br><br>With very careful steps she entered the building, folding her parasol and now letting it rest by her side and move naturally with the sway of her hips. The bustled skirt she wore was gathered tastefully and falling in layers about her slender legs. She had to be careful with her footing in a stable, but this entrance would mean she had much less chance of being seen or recognized. <em>'I always wondered how a patron of such a place hoped not to be discovered... And look at me now...'</em> <br><br>Graceful motion carried her forward without alarming any of the horses or alerting the stable hands of her presence. She was, perhaps, too accustomed to the intricate clothing of the time - or at least that was the thought that trickled through her mind as she mused briefly on her quiet passage... And then she reached the door.<br><br>Her intake of breath gave a small swell to her pale bosom as once more she questioned her decisions, fingers hovering above the surface of the portal. When the moment of hesitation passed the delicate lady committed to her course with a gentle knock upon the entryway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Wistful Dream and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 07:01:56</strong>
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				It was a quiet afternoon in the Teahouse, which was no doubt part of why the young red head was lingering in the common room on the ground floor. Normally if the others were out and about she lingered in her own places, liking the peace of her own thoughts outside of when clients or Master Ryan had a need of her. It did sadden her at times, she reflected as she twirled her feathered quill in her fingers, that she and the others who called the Teahouse home had not become closer, were not friends. But how to foster friendship when so often the others viewed this all as merely a competition, something to win at. The more elite clients, the most money, everything was a game it seemed and she found herself wondering how much of a fantasy she had woven around the trade she had chosen. <br><br>Fiona sighed, letting her shoulders slump from their normal perfect posture, relaxing backward into the oversized arm chair she had chosen for its position in the room, in full view of the grand floor where clients might appear and yet still basked in the sunlight of the sunny afternoon that was streaming through the windows. It was almost as good as being up in her own rooms, though she found in the public ones she was never able to focus truly. Her eyes trailed over the open journal on her lap, meant only to record scribblings and random musings of her mind and not her novel or scholar work. A poem lay there, inked out in her careful fluid handwriting. Another glance of her bluegreen eyes showed her there was no one around, not even a servant, she lingered positioned just so to be able to assist any clients that might appear. The Master was tending business matters, and both Zara and Anel had other clients currently. She was the only one with no plans for the afternoon, which at times worked out well for the Master of the Teahouse, she was readily adaptable and a easy pleaser. <br><br>Still she was alone and so she took the nerve then to murmur aloud the poem that lay written on the creamy parchment, something she hardly ever did, reading her own work aloud, though she had always agreed with her father that writing always sounded best spoken, caressed with ones soul.<br><br><em>"I am but a star to his sun<br>Pale, silver light cast upon the dark<br>I am but a sliver of what he is<br>Something so deep within ones heart<br>His golden rays seduce and tease, <br>Reaching within my very soul to cup<br>To cup and sip at the essence of self<br>And I, I let him bathe in all that I am<br>His radiance burns through the fountain<br>A meld of dazzling lights that dance upon the air<br>So full of joy, desire quickened there<br>To breath is to need, to yearn and ache<br>With all the desperation of lovers newly born<br>And each morn, to his radiance do I wake<br>Happy within the captivity a heart puts upon a soul<br>Puts upon a body, to not stray from whence<br>He has found me, has taken me<br>I am a star upon the night, a jewel to wink<br>And he, he is the sun to all my world<br>That which pulls me, plucks within to call<br>And to him my petals unfold, blossoming beneath his light<br>What tales have I to share, but lips unfit<br>To truly tell, for what words could speak of the worship<br>Or the soul speak of our touches<br>For my very soul do the flames of passion rent<br>Each time he summons, each time he but does glance<br>To him ever shall I bend, kneel, to worship as I should<br>For in this godless clime he has become my heaven<br>And his flames sear me, brand me ever his..."</em><br><br>By the end she found herself smiling, thinking to herself that the poem was perhaps her best effort at that form of writing to have come from her fingertips yet. She was a scholar and a novelist yes, though she had never had the courage to send her work to a publisher yet. The five manuscripts that haunted her writing desk in her room upstairs were unspoken of, locked away and unknown even to Ryan she hoped. Would that she had her famed father's courage. With a sigh she put down her quill on the side table she had dragged near her chair, capping her ink well and putting aside the journal carefully. Her fingers she flexed, wondering what time it was and how long the lull over the house would last. Her fingers moved then to caress the violet silk of her gown, today's dress all silk in fact, one fluid sheath like affair until it got to her knees, then flaring out in what was commonly called the mermaid style. It was a far more sleek look then most of her day gowns, she loved her tulle, petticoats and full skirts. She had almost worn a bustle skirt today but the violet was one of her newest creations. <br><br>At least, she thought to herself, her gowns and clothing were an art form many approved of and enjoyed on her. That garnered a slight wry smile from her, wondering if perhaps with custom made wardrobes offered the other two most active workers in the Teahouse might contemplate a friendship with her. She was lonely, as that poem had shown her. A desire, a yearning for a heart to match her own, to fill her up and make her burn with love. Perhaps that was what she gave her clients, those who came to her so often, that fever dream of what could be, in a perfect world, of how they would fit together; though it was never true. Reality interceded too much. <br><br>Love she had seen in her parents marriage, and in the way that her mother had loved her new husband. She believed it was out there, that it could be had; it gave her more faith in people she thought, made her better at soothing their weary hearts. But who soothed the whores weary heart? What a question indeed and not one she could pose really to anyone else. Few of the people she interacted with were as philosophical in bent as she was. <br><br>Fiona sighed, laughing inwardly at herself as she picked up her tea cup and sipped at the still hot tea, enjoying the clean mint flavor of the tea, focusing just on the sunshine and the dream her poem spoke of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Wistful Dream and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 03:30:36</strong>
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				It wasn't the butler who normally would attend to letting clients in who opened the door Lorraine had knocked on. Nor one of the finely dressed servants who roamed the building as an unseen army, picking up after everyone, tending to unspoken desires and needs. As Lorraine had found the servant's entrance to the building - and actually knocked, not something one was accustomed to at this door - A young kitchen help, a slender, brow haired, somewhat sweaty boy, opened up, raising his gaze upwards while his jaw dropped to meet his chest. He stared at her, not educated enough to understand her stance in society, not well-bred, certainly not the type of employer of the House to be opening doors to well-standing citizens.<br>It took a few heartbeats in which the boy, agape, barely breathing, kept staring at her, before he was shoved, roughly, out of the way by a firmly build woman that was trying her best to clean her hands at the same time with a piece of cloth.<br><br>"Yes, Madam? May I be of aid?," she said, her voice thick with an accent one would place her, automatically, within the same regions as the boy had been. Though, she was older, wiser, and knew in what kind of House she was serving.<br>It wasn't all too common for a client to use this door. It was even less common for them to knock it, choosing to barge in as they pleased normally.<br><br>Meanwhile, a bit farther, a bit deeper into the building, the young kitchen help had found one of the invisible army he knew, who was kind to him, to whimper at, and, in a hushed manner, confide with her that a Lady was at the servant's door. Something that rewarded him a slap to the face and a hissing from the servant girl before she took up her skirts and rushed to report to the Master of the House, as it was proper to do.<br>One did not gossip about clients. Whore, maybe, but clients? She'd not loose her job!<br><br>Ryan Valentine had spend almost the full day in meetings and was quite pleased with how matters had turned out. His investments were starting to pay off, his grip on the social circles of the city was tightening, the Teahouse was blooming as a rare, exotic flower amid offices, shops and small manors.<br>He had taken the time to ring for tea and when the knock to his door came, echoing the knock Lorraine had given the servant's door, he thought it would be that ; his tea.<br>He didn't even raise a brow when the servant girl wandered in. Mary-something. The one with the golden curls and emerald eyes. But wafted her away, after telling her to find the whores who were not taken at the moment, before standing from his office chair and tidied his silken suit.<br><br>Most didn't know about the servant door. He couldn't help but wonder who had come knocking.<br>He'd find out soon enough. First to get the entertainment ready. He was certain this Lady at his door would be properly led in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Wistful Dream and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 03:47:30</strong>
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				When golden haired Mary came rushing into the parlor Fiona glanced up with a curious expression on her features, having opened a slim volume of philosophy to keep her mind occupied while she sipped her tea. The maid dropped a slight bob of a curtsy to her, her expression friendly but also holding a touch of breathless rushing; whatever had the staff in such a fit? Likely a client. "Miss Fiona."<br><br>"Hello Mary, is there something you need?" The redhead asked the question in a soothing voice, her normal sunny smile on her lips even as she set aside her tea cup and closed the book that had been open on her skirts. <br><br>"Yes Miss, Master Ryan has a need for any of you who aren't taken. A client appeared, through the kitchen in fact." Ah, that explained why Mary was the one carrying the news, no doubt having gotten it from one of the kitchen helpers. Fiona pushed herself up to her feet, raising a pale hand to make certain her upswept hairdo was still perfectly in place before gliding to the maid. <br><br>"I fear at the moment that's just me, he is in his office then?" The query met with a nod. Fiona glanced back at her tea things and her books, both for reading and her journal. "If you please would you take my things upstairs and make certain my room is ready? A fresh pot of tea as well for whoever the guest is, perhaps with some light snack."<br><br>"Of course Miss." Mary bobbed another short curtsy and moved to do just that. The staff here liked Fiona because she picked up after herself and always used please and thank you, her mother had drilled manners into her and even as a whore they had not vanished. Satisfied that her things would make it safely up to her room she left the common room and set off across the gleaming marble floors toward the Master's study. <br><br>Reaching the door she let a light rap fall upon it before pushing it open, since the Master had called for her there was no point to linger outside the door like some errant school girl. "Good afternoon Master Ryan." She folded herself into a deep curtsy that showed her respect for the man who now ruled over her life. "I fear I'm the only one not taken at the moment but I came as soon as Mary found me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:06:32</strong>
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				The door did not remain closed long after Lorraine's gentle knock. As it swung open she found herself looking at a young boy, likely from the kitchens if the tell-tale stains on his clothing and sweat on his skin were anything to judge by. Her pale brown eyes blinked closed once. <em>'I hadn't thought of that.. That I wouldn't be expected-'</em> He was gaping.<br><br>Lorraine was not accustomed to being gaped at. So much so that she actually took a half-step back before catching herself. <em>'So much for appearing composed.'</em> She took a moment and swallowed, feeling the unease that had lodged in her throat settle. This was, after all, just a boy. Her foot settled in the place it had just retreated from and she began to speak, but just as the words began to form the boy was pushed aside by a woman. Lorraine's light brown eyes moved from the hand she'd seen shove the boy out of the way to the woman's face.<br><br>She was firmly built. Likely also from the kitchens. Lorraine's lips closed as the woman spoke, "Yes, Madam? May I be of aid?" Her voice told Lorraine she was likely from the same region the boy's appearance had suggested.<br><br>The lady smiled and inclined her head politely, "You can, I hope. I was.. Well, I intended.." What was wrong with her? She'd known well what she was coming here to do and she was completely losing her composure. A moment and a breath later Lorraine tried again, this time her voice came forward in a silky and composed tone, "I wish to speak with the Master of the House if he can be seen."<br><br>The woman nodded to Lorraine and moved aside so she could enter. Lorraine did so gracefully, and as she did she caught sight of two stable hands behind her looking down the center aisle of the stable and seeming confused at her presence. She shook her head from side to side lightly, her chocolate curls bobbing from the motion, and followed the woman into the house.<br><br>Somewhere between the door to the stables and the Master of the house Lorraine found herself being escorted by a servant who was clearly not from the kitchens. Her eyes passed over the decor of the Teahouse's interior, appraising a tiny bit, but more because she was nervous. The fabric of her dress felt smooth and gentle on the other side of her glove as she ran her left hand along her stomach and breathed out in a small sigh. <em>'It will turn out well...'</em> She told herself as she moved through the building with the small, graceful pace most noblewomen shared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:17:39</strong>
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				"Hmm...," he mused, looking at Fiona "I see I need to get my hands on more boys, than." as a responds to her proclaiming she had been the only one not entertaining at the moment. Inclining his head, furrowing his brow slightly, he made a mental note about this inconvenience. Afterall, the House was renowned for its entertainment and it would do no good if there was not a handsome lineup one could pick from. He wondered if it would damage the House's name, but let it slide. It wasn't something he could alter right now and Fiona <em>would</em> do. She always did. Unless the Lady did not like women, of course.<br><br>It didn't take all too long for the servant, going completely invisible then, to deliver the nameless Lady to the Master's office.<br>Ryan's composure immediately changed, becoming charm itself as he walked up to her, bowed and smiled a slight yet polite smile at her.<br><br>"Welcome to the Teahouse, My Lady. How may we please you?"
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				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:34:11</strong>
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				Lorraine had taken advantage of those last few moments moving through the halls. The servant opened another door for her, and inside were two people. Both were sharply dressed. Lorraine's pale brown eyes passed briefly over both of them before the gentleman bowed to her. She returned his bow with a curtsy, her fingers briefly hidden in the skirts of her dress by the gesture. He spoke, and his charisma strengthened her suspicion that he was the Master of the house, "Welcome to the Teahouse, My Lady. How may we please you?"<br><br>Still, it was better to ask than be mistaken and look a fool. And now came speaking. Lorraine let her fingers free themselves of the fabric of her skirts lest her nerves show through. Her eyes found Ryan's and she smiled warmly before her tongue briefly touched her lower lip. Nerves, though nerves that were relatively well masked by grace. "I thank you for your kind reception... You..." Pink crept into her pale cheeks in the same way it often crept into the clouds of sunset as she continued, "...are Master Ryan, I presume?"<br><br>Her parasol served as a decent outlet for her nerves at this moment, for her fingers squeezed the handle of it rather more tightly than was usual. Thankfully this was made less evident by the green and black fabric of the gloves she wore. Her left hand lifted to chest, fingers resting lightly on a small but beautifully crafted pendant as her brown eyes stole another brief glimpse of the woman. She had no idea how to identify who fulfilled what roles in such a place. <em>'One of these might well be a...'</em> the pink grew a little darker <em>'...a paid... </em>companion<em>.'</em> Her brown eyes now rested on Ryan again as she waited for his answer and hoped her cheeks had not grown as dark as she feared they may have.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 08:02:54</strong>
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				The words that greeted her didn't surprise the whore in truth, Fiona was aware of the many concerns he had and it likely upset him to find out that when a possible client stopped by there was only one of his whores to offer. Not something that needed to be known about the Teahouse for certain. However whoever had used the kitchen entrance was far less likely to spread gossip. Still that thought likely occurred to Master Ryan as well and so the redhead stayed silent, her soft gentle smile simply lingering on her features as she moved deeper into the room, on the other side of his desk to be out of the way. <br><br>Her hands smoothed over the layer of silk over her body, making sure her dress lay correctly just as the door opened to admit the new, unknown client. Fiona watched with a inner amusement supplemented by affection at how Ryan changed from the business man to charm itself. He was a good man, for all his quirks of nature and his detachment. He had rescued her and she would never forget it.<br><br>Those thoughts fled though before the awareness of this new young woman, a soft, elegant beauty with such large eyes and pale skin, prone to blushing it seemed. Fiona felt a sympathy for her, so clearly uncomfortable and unsure; she remembered feeling like that in this very office but in a far different position. The Teahouse had a strange way of giving you what you needed though and Fiona found herself wanting to sooth her. Apparently today's work would be little work at all; though of course only if the lady wished for her company. Instead when the young lady's eyes found her Fiona simply smiled gently, inclining her head in a silent welcome. It was not her place to speak yet. But she could observe, noting the girls good taste in clothing, her nervous hands abusing her parasol. The poor lady seemed all too ready to turn and flee, or swoon, she was likely doing the most outlandish thing of her life. Which meant she probably wanted a man to be her entertainment. Fiona found herself almost sad to think about that, wanting to sooth the worry she saw in the other woman's eyes. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 03:13:48</strong>
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				Well, wasn't this interesting? Someone who didn't knew him on first glance. It almost made him feel sad, almost made him worry about his stance in society. Though, it could be quite possible the Lady before him roamed in different circles. Afterall, the city was indeed quite big.<br><br>"At your service, My Lady. I am Master Ryan Valentine," he said, the smile on his sharp features warming, black ice of his demeanour seemingly melting to show a warm, caring being.<br>Of course it was a question upon itself if the businessman before Lorraine actually saw deeper then the money the well-dressed woman would or would not spend in his establishment, he sure did make an effort to make himself appear to be the perfect gentleman.<br><br>"Would you like to seat yourself, though? You seem to be a bit flustered," he added, lower, both matter-of-fact and caring, as if he were a friend of her family that was concerned but didn't wish to intrude on something that might be a woman's ailment. "Perhaps some tea? I could send a servant, you but need to say the word."<br><br>A part of his mind registered Fiona's movement. She kept quiet and out of the way but was present to be seen. Good. He didn't really expect any less of her. It was quite wonderful to be able to depend on her to act her part.
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				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 15:33:31</strong>
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				"At your service, My Lady. I am Master Ryan Valentine," Ryan said, matching her warm smile with his own. "Would you like to seat yourself, though? You seem to be a bit flustered. Perhaps some tea? I could send a servant, you but need to say the word."<br><br>It was, of course, endearing how considerate the man seemed, and on another level a little off-putting as dark memories gnawed at the back of her mind. She didn't let that show through though, or tried not to, but how well could you know what people who made their lives on the pleasure of others did and did not see about the lies of their patrons... however benign the misleading might be? She nodded to him, chocolate hair bobbing with her head. Lorraine was moving toward the seat when she realized she'd not offered a name, and her blush of discomfort was deepened by her error in etiquette, "Oh Heavens, I've forgotten my manners it seems. A pleasure to meet you, Master Valentine. I am Lady Lorraine Stanbury," her words were accompanied with another curtsy, though a shallow one by comparison to the one she'd offered earlier. <em>'What am I doing here...?'</em> The nagging thought wound its way into her mind like a pest as she took the offered seat, resting her parasol beside the chair and arranging her skirts so that they would suffer the least possible wrinkling from her sitting.<br><br>The deep shades of green in her clothing made a lovely contrast to her pale skin. With slender, elegant fingers she brushed some stray strands of hair free of her face, and the action seemed to give her an opportunity to regain a bit of her composure and let the blush in her cheeks fade a bit. "Forgive me if I do seem awkward, my lord.. I just.. Never have done something... well, like this before." <em>'And perhaps it would be best if I just left now...'</em> Her awkward embarrassment, however graceful to observe, felt cumbersome and reflected upon Lorraine in a way so as to make her wonder if she hadn't been a bit foolish to come here, to this place. Her light brown eyes turned briefly to the door of the office, but as quickly found Ryan's face again. <em>'And if his very much refined sense of courtesy feels uncomfortable how do I even imagine I can go through with this?'</em> Her expression offered no specific hints at the worries occupying her mind while she waited for Ryan to continue.. Perhaps to offer some guidance. <em>'Is that why I look to him now? It must be, and of course... it makes sense. It's </em>highly<em> unlikely I'm the first person who's wound up wondering what exactly has brought them to the office of such an establishment.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 03:35:30</strong>
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				Inclining his head at her introduction, he moved when she did, taking a seat after she did, keeping to etiquette as if it were not just the proper thing to do, but a rule of life itself.<br><br>"I'm pleased to meet you, Lady Stanbury," he said, laying his arms on the armrests of a chair instead of bridging his fingers before his face as was his custom, averting his eyes for moments when Lorraine regained composure, offering some privacy, then turning back to her when she spoke anew.<br><br>A slight hand-gesture, long, elegant fingers wafting the remark away.<br>"You did not strike me as such, My Lady. Well mannered, well educated, yes. Awkward? Hardly."<br>A smile drew itself again, warm, reaching his eyes.<br>"I had not seen you here before, I admit. And, of course, all of my clients did have a first night here. Some mumble, some brazenly storm in demanding a certain service. I find it refreshing to but converse in a polite manner with a bright person about what this bright person may or may not wish from her visit here."<br>Another slight hand gesture, now at Fiona, a slow turning of his face to look at her before turning his attention back at Lorraine.<br><br>"I think I might have an interesting offer for your first visit, My Lady. If I may be so bold... Perhaps one as educated and intelligent such as yourself would find it pleasurable to have a quiet conversation with the young miss Fiona over there," he said, smile growing only slightly suggestive when he added, quieter "In private."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 17:46:25</strong>
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				Lorraine's gloved hands were resting in her lap now, folded lightly. Her fingers moved as they interlocked and then un-twined, but the motions were relaxed in a way that made them less a felt presence between herself and Master Valentine as she watched and listened to him. "I'm pleased to meet you, Lady Stanbury," his voice was as smooth, surely, as silk, his manners as refined as any noble gentleman's might have been. Briefly Lorraine's thoughts turned to her intended and she found her light brown eyes downcast for the moment or two to follow. <em>'I'm here because of that though... Because our union will do both families good, but will leave him much disappointed as I am now.'</em> A crease was drawn in her brow as she swallowed once and realized she was missing some of what he said.<br><br>She brought herself to focus again on the words he spoke. "...Well mannered, well educated, yes. Awkward? Hardly. I had not seen you here before, I admit. And, of course, all of my clients did have a first night here." Hearing this helped Lorraine feel at ease a bit, though logic had demanded that would be the case, and her posture grew further relaxed as he continued, "Some mumble, some brazenly storm in demanding a certain service. I find it refreshing to but converse in a polite manner with a bright person about what this bright person may or may not wish from her visit here."<br><br>His hand drew her eye, guided it, to the lady who had fallen silent in the room, but she looked back to Ryan in short time to hear what he would say, "I think I might have an interesting offer for your first visit, My Lady. If I may be so bold..." <em>'Precisely what I'd been hoping for since I've not a clue of what I really want here myself,'</em> her tongue briefly touched her lower lip again as she listened to him. "Perhaps one as educated and intelligent such as yourself would find it pleasurable to have a quiet conversation with the young miss Fiona over there..." Lorraine considered that as her brown eyes lighted on Fiona's face. The implication was, of course, that 'young miss Fiona' was similarly educated and intelligent. Ryan's voice cut back into her thoughts with the slightest touch of suggestive tones, "...in private."<br><br>Lorraine drew in a breath as her eyes turned back on Ryan, chocolate curls offering contrast to her pink cheeks, and she fixed her gaze on him. <em>'A.. a woman? But-'</em> The idea hadn't occurred to Lorraine at all, to come to the Teahouse for a woman. After all her motivation was to get past what had happened to her... And yet her mind turned back to the discomfort of only a few moments before. Internal, yes, but present. <em>'Could I really be intimate with a man when I feel like that over simple niceties? With the right man, yes. But am I likely to find him here...? And with a woman I could just talk. She might well understand.. But to pay the price for a woman's time when nothing would come of it... And again, she might be able to teach me a thing or two as a woman of this profession..'</em> Her eyes were on Fiona again, searching now in a friendly sort of curiosity.. Almost the image of someone wondering at the secrets held in the pages of a coveted, but as yet unread, book. <em>'It's worth consider-'</em> <br><br>Her practical thoughts didn't even have time to fully reach their conclusion before her eyes had swung to Ryan again and she'd nodded subtly, "I think I'd... Like that." She didn't bother with protesting the suggestion that had crept into his smile and so into his voice for this was a house of ill repute. Neither did she let herself really dwell on the decision she'd just made beyond thinking, <em>'My impulses are two for two today.. I hope I'm not making a mistake..'</em> But there was nothing about the elegant figure of Fiona that suggested a mistake might even be a possibility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 19:23:43</strong>
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				Fiona had of course seen others come to the Teahouse in similar temperaments and nerves to the young Lady Stanbury; it was not uncommon, but then really what was in a whore's line of work? They serviced people from every walk of life and every possible temperament and manners, so long as they had the ability to pay. Still something about the lady's nerves made her wonder what had sent someone so extremely shy to the brothel, usually the ones with nerves this bad were young males who's friends had egged them on to have his first whore. Watching Ryan was like watching a master of an art as he put the woman at ease and poured on the charm; he had been the same charismatic man who had brought her here. Still the redhead stayed silent during the conversation between the other two, her hands clasped neatly before her, her body language relaxed and yet regal. <br><br>Clever of the Master to use the fact that she was throughly educated to make her appeal more to a woman who had likely never even thought about having a woman in that manner before. This one would not relax for sex readily, though Fi found herself thinking it might help the woman more then she thought. Most women didn't realize the energy that came with the release of pleasure, the contentment, the way it soothed a soul. <br><br>Still when Lorraine gave the consent, speaking in that soft voice that she would like Fiona's company the whore let a smile curve her lips, ready and easy, her pale aquamarine eyes shimmering with warmth and welcome. She took a slight step closer, and then another, gliding in the violet silk gown that clung to her and yet was completely proper. One pale hand extended outward to the Lady Stanbury, better to put her at ease and let her enjoy herself before Ryan brought up the cost and other such details. Ryan had taught them all that, how to gauge when they should step in and when they should let him handle the business. Much more business and this little bird would flee from the Teahouse shocked with herself and with nothing outside of ruined nerves to show for it. <br><br>"It would be a pleasure to have your company for the afternoon my Lady. Would you like to have a tea perhaps?" When Fiona spoke it was not what one thought to hear from a whore, delicate tones that alluded to the very best sort of education one could have. Her attention turned to the Master of the House then and she inclined her head to him in respect of his authority, curtsying in this dress was just plain impractical. <br><br>"With your leave Master Ryan of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:01:07</strong>
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				He could nearly hear her thoughts, see them written on her face right after he suggested a female companion. Of course her upbringing and today's society's stance on the matter could be in the way, but Ryan himself did not see the problem, personally. After all, did he not choose his own gender over the opposite for company?<br><br><em>"I think I'd... Like that."</em><br><br>It caused the smile that was still on his features to broaden. Such elegant yet simple words to come from that inner debate this young woman nearly radiated. And it only grew better when Fiona, with a sense for perfect timing, picked up the conversation.<br><br>His gaze flicked up to meet hers and he nodded back at the small inclination of her head.<br>"Of course, Fiona," he said, then turned his attention back to Lorraine.<br>"Have a wonderful time, Lady Stanbury. I trust it shall be and shall meet you again in my office to tend to any material matters afterwards.."<br><br>He did not stand, nor really acknowledged Fiona any farther. Infact, it nearly seemed he went somewhat blind to both women, giving them a form of privacy that was almost normal in today's world ; he ignored them so they could go their own way, no matter what they wished to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 16:10:43</strong>
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				Lorraine could guess at the cause of the broadening of her host's smile, but she didn't for two reasons. She felt certain that she would have been amused with her own actions and appearances in his position and... the sound of fabric drew Lorraine's pale brown eyes to Fiona again. The young woman had stepped forward, one step, then another. Grace was certainly a presence in her movements, no real surprise to the lady. She met the other's eyes, beautiful and warm. They both took Lorraine slightly aback and comforted her. She smiled in turn as a pale hand extended out to her, "It would be a pleasure to have your company for the afternoon my Lady. Would you like to have a tea perhaps?" Her voice caught Lorraine by surprise as well, and she could not help herself from smiling a touch more broadly. She did not answer immediately, however, for Fiona addressed the Master next saying, "With your leave Master Ryan of course."<br><br><em>'Oh.. That does make sense..'</em> Lorraine found herself thinking, her gentle gaze turning back to Master Valentine. <em>'In such a venture as this I suppose there might well usually be much more talk before commitment is made to an agreement.'</em> Her mind turned fleetingly again to how foolish these actions might be perceived. How damaging if it were discovered she had visited a brothel. The scandal of it brought a darker red into her cheeks and her eyes turned toward the floor even though she did not let her face turn with them.<br><br>Master Valentine gave a nod to Fiona before speaking, "Of course, Fiona." There was a pause as she felt his gaze fall on her again and she made her own meet his, a smile coming over her lips, "Have a wonderful time, Lady Stanbury. I trust it shall be and shall meet you again in my office to tend to any material matters afterwards.." <em>'Money.'</em> <br><br>"Of course, Master Valentine, and thank you," Lorraine's eyes fell closed as she inclined her head to Master Valentine, her ascent to meeting him afterward, and by the time she opened them again he was observing a polite sort of indulgence in interests not related to either women. A good practice. Lorraine drew a slow breath as she looked back to Fiona's extended hand. Her own hand, wrapped in rich green and black fabric, lighted on the other woman's as she rose from her chair. She realized just how warm she had been feeling as her bustled skirt fell into natural folds about her legs and offered a slight bit of circulation from the fabric's movement. <em>'And no wonder with circumstances to which I'm so unaccustomed.'</em> She inclined her head slightly to Fiona, cheeks still a healthy shade of red from the details of the whole arrangement, in signal that she was ready to follow the other woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 20:41:55</strong>
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				Master Ryan's dismissal was as polite and business like as ever, Fiona wondered what Lorraine would make of it; it was not quiet the warmth that had received her; but then it was her job now to be the warmth that the Lady needed. She kept her smile soft, not unnatural, in truth it was easy to smile at the Lady Stanbury. And so as she had been trained Fiona waited, that hand outstretched, her patient smile on her lips, understanding in her eyes. It was her edge, over the other whores, where Zara had her brazen sensuality that drew many like a moth to flame and Anel his own prickly charm, and of course Hayden his dark mysteries she was the lady like one, the patient one. She was the one best suited to handling little songbirds like Lorraine; at least usually, when they weren't off put by the thought of a woman; though there were nervous men who came here as well. <br><br>The waiting smile blossomed when the other woman took her hand, sparkling in the pale aquamarine of the redhead's eyes even as she slightly pulled on the hand and guided the woman with her, both their skirts making rustling nosies as they glided from the office of the Master of the House. Once the door shut behind them Fiona let herself relax a little more, glancing at the woman at her side with a warm smile, squeezing the hand that lay within her own. <br><br>"We do not need to hold hands if you wish it not my Lady. Indeed, it is you who sets the tone of this all, whatever your wishes be so are they mine." The girl inclined her head ever so gracefully to the smaller woman, animated light in her eyes. "I must say though, before aught else may pass that I just adore your dress, what a beautiful work of art. I nearly wore a bustle myself today, a pale blue in color, I could never pull off that green and black I fear, but perhaps you would be so kind as to let me examine the seams later? They seem a touch more intricate then mine and lay so beautifully against your lovely form."<br><br>All women loved fashion, or at least those that dressed like this Lady did and that was one more tool Fiona would use to put her at ease. Fashion, dresses, compliments sprinkled in, only the sincere ones. Even to clients Fiona never spoke a lie; her father had raised her too well for that. Though there was, she knew, a difference between catering to a fantasy and lying, she might well pledge that she worshipped one of her clients in abject surrender and devotion whilst in one of their 'games' but those words held truth even when she was not with that client. She loved them all, at least a little. And she saw much to love in this Lady Lorriane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 20:28:33</strong>
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				Lorraine couldn't help but to notice the warmth of Fiona's smile, the sparkle of her eyes. Of course, she also couldn't help but wonder if the warmth was genuine. <em>'Shame, and yet also shame on me if I were to believe such things were genuine without pause in such a place...'</em> She'd seen nothing yet to suggest the Teahouse was anything less or more than what rumors spoke of... An establishment offering 'services' to high society and attempting in earnest to meet the tastes of their clientele... Or perhaps she had in that there was only one choice presented her this day.. Or maybe she'd just jumped too quickly on the first choice offered? Or come in during a busy time.. And yet, with daylight burning so brightly outside, how could this be a busy time of day for a house of ill repute? Visitors to such a place usually at least had the decency to hide their visits in the nighttime hours... And yet.. she certainly hadn't waited for darkness to fall.<br><br>Lorraine's pale cheeks colored darkly as her thoughts tumbled one over the next in her mind, reproachful, curious, inquisitive, and still a tad shocked all at once. If not for Fiona's guiding the lady surely would have taken a moment to second-guess her decision, but then the door was behind them. Closed between she and the Master of the house. Her skirt rustled as she walked, and its noise was accompanied by the same sounds from the skirts of Fiona. <em>'Is that really her name?'</em> Yet another question that Lorraine simply couldn't help pondering. She felt a gentle squeeze of her hand and looked over at Fiona, chocolate curls and light brown eyes both made more distinct by the dark pink coloring her fair skin. Fiona was smiling at her, and soon the smiling lips parted in words carried on a voice that was soft and sweet, "We do not need to hold hands if you wish it not my Lady. Indeed, it is you who sets the tone of this all, whatever your wishes be so are they mine. I must say though, before aught else may pass that I just adore your dress, what a beautiful work of art. I nearly wore a bustle myself today, a pale blue in color, I could never pull off that green and black I fear, but perhaps you would be so kind as to let me examine the seams later? They seem a touch more intricate then mine and lay so beautifully against your lovely form." There was a small inclination of Fiona's head during her words.<br><br>Lorraine couldn't help the warmth in the smile that stole her lips. Fashion, a topic she could at least comment on and enjoy, and one that set her more at ease. The tension in her shoulders was somewhat relieved as she spoke, still matching Fiona for her graceful pace, "Ah, I thank you, Miss Fiona. I selected the colors for the garment myself, but I'm afraid I'm not one with much skill for needlework. Your own dress is no less beautiful however. Did you make it yourself then, if you're so keen on the seams?" Lorraine's smile became easier as the words continued, and with the relaxing of her body a touch of music crept into her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 21:26:58</strong>
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				The response she received from the Lady didn't surprise her, few high born ladies ever made their own clothing; but Lorraine was polite and interested about it. It did not miss the whore's notice how the other young woman was relaxing as well, something in her easing. Fiona led them through the grand entrance of the house and then around the stairs and back, weaving her way deftly with a slow graceful glide at the Lady's side, taking the long way to get to her room. The Lady could use some time to relax and she wanted to make certain Mary had everything set and ready when they did reach her haven of a room. <br><br>"Ah, yes, forgive me my Lady I fear I forget not all women so enjoy making their clothing as I do." Her cheeks tinted with a slight blush as the compliment to her dress, a happy one, with a touch of pride glimmering in her pale aquamarine eyes. "I did, I make nearly all my clothing, its a way to make certain things lay just right and are exactly what I have in mind. Clothing is a woman's greatest tool of self representation, it says so much about one do you not agree?"<br><br>It could only be put off so long but they reached her room, her hand resting lightly on the knob of the door before she turned it and pushed it open. The waiting canopy of white tulle and gauze glimmered in the afternoon sunlight that streamed through the bank of windows along the far wall, catching on the little gems that were sewn into the materials. Fiona moved past it, drawing Lorraine behind her and into the cream and gold room, clearly a lady's escape from the world. Before the fire place lay a table that had a tea service waiting and ready for them, the tea pot letting a bit of steam off. Perfect, Fiona smiled, letting go of the Lady's hand and moving to settle down on one of the lounge couches, hands deftly picking up the teapot and pouring two cups elegantly. Best to act as if she knew exactly what she was doing and what the Lady would enjoy, Lorraine would be more at ease with that she thought. <br><br>The redhead glanced up at her then, after having given her time to look around the room and smiled "How would you like your tea my Lady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 22:15:09</strong>
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				Lorraine was pleased by Fiona's ease of personality. There was no mistaking how at home the woman must have felt within the walls of the establishment as she led Lorraine through the halls with ease, and then around the stairs. If she was here because of a desperate situation, it certainly didn't show in those moments. Which lead Lorraine to wonder what had driven the lovely Miss Fiona to such an occupation in the first place. <em>'A question, perhaps, for when we are in more private surroundings,'</em> light brown eyes passed over the face of one of the servants of the Teahouse as they made their way deeper into the building.<br><br>"Ah, yes, forgive me my Lady I fear I forget not all women so enjoy making their clothing as I do," Fiona said, her cheeks coloring with a slight blush as her eyes glimmered with pride, "I did, I make nearly all my clothing, its a way to make certain things lay just right and are exactly what I have in mind. Clothing is a woman's greatest tool of self representation, it says so much about one do you not agree?"<br><br>The question was one that made Lorraine pause to consider, "Perhaps visually, Miss Fiona, but certainly there is something to be said for a lady's mannerisms," Lorraine's voice remained pleasant as she spoke, simply expressing her ideas rather than being argumentative. She continued on the same topic, "A beautiful woman in a beautiful gown is no more a lady than a street urchin unless she respects the expectations of her station, wouldn't you say? But yes, attire is the tool that lends itself best to first impressions. To that point I would agree," Fiona's hand had closed around the handle to what was presumably her room and Lorraine found herself wetting her lips with her tongue, nerves not quite completely wrung out as the door came open.<br><br>Tulle and gauze caught her eyes as the sun set small gems to sparkling in the fabric not unlike stars did in the canopy of night. Windows, filled with bright sunshine, greeted her brown eyes, which appeared lighter still for the sunshine, an almost ghostly shade of brown. She followed Fiona into the room, hand still resting in the other woman's. It did seem a bit odd perhaps, but Lorraine reminded herself that nothing had to happen between them. They could just talk. They likely would just talk. Her teeth sank into her upper lip as she thought about the alternative to just talking. It didn't seem as bad to imagine another woman with her, and yet.. It still did bring to surface memories better forgotten. <em>'Just talking won't help me get past this though.'</em><br><br>Was she foolish for coming here with such an adamant goal in mind? Something so unyielding and so important to her that she had to make it happen? Perhaps.. <em>'Perhaps it would have been better I didn't..'</em> Fiona's hand fell away from hers as the woman went to pour two cups of tea, and Lorraine let her eyes roam about the room more freely. It certainly was well-appointed so far as the furnishings were concerned. Her eyes came to rest on Fiona and she realized that the woman was looking at her, a smile on her lips,&nbsp; "How would you like your tea my Lady?" Fiona asked.<br><br>Lorraine smiled in turn, moving to seat herself and trying to relax further. It did come easier in the absence of men, she found, but that was little surprise. "A touch of honey would be lovely so long as it isn't any trouble, Miss." Lorraine's brown eyes now remained on Fiona. <em>'She really has very lovely hair.. And so did the Master of the house. I wonder what their regimen entails.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 22:31:38</strong>
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				Fiona was pleased with how Lorraine has responded to her question of clothing being a tool of self expression, it meant the lady thought and was not afraid to speak her mind; it meant that she did not have to fear being bored with someone who would be only timid and offer her no conversation. Fiona had served those who had no desire for her intellect before and would again but it pleased her all the more that Lorraine Stanbury would not be one of those. She did think, watching silently as the young woman glanced around her room, that the two of them could find much to enjoy in each other and surprised herself in hoping this would not be a merely one time visit. So soon? She laughed inwardly at herself, she knew better then to get attached or to hope for anything from most clients. <br><br>Her first client had been different, William Hatch, but he was gone now, from her arms, from the world, though not from her heart. It was doubtful she would be gifted with such another closeness in a client. She smiled warmly at the request for honey and inclined her head, reaching for the small bowl that held the honey and adding a portion to the waiting tea, stirring it before setting it down on the table. Across from her, not beside her though. Giving Lorraine the choice of picking it up and sitting next to her or taking a seat in the chair that sat opposite of the redhead. <br><br>This Lady was not one to be pushed she sensed, or she would flee and such a thought was not one Fiona wanted to see become reality. <br><br>The whore tended her own tea then, adding two lumps of sugar and a touch of cream before selecting a sweet biscuit that had butterscotch laced through it and settling back into her couch, though not slumping by any means. Her smile stayed in place, not too large and fake, just a soft, elusive sense of delight that lingered around her lips, quirking their corners. "Wise words my Lady, and a truth I hope all ladies shall keep in mind. Good manners are such a true delight and should be honored whenever possible. Though I suppose expectations differ from one moment to the next in all things. You seem one to expect a rather lot from yourself, if you forgive my being bold." <br><br>Fiona stirred her tea, taking a calculated risk here and hoping she was not reading the other woman wrong. "Here, in this room, there are no expectations currently, there is no need for us to do more then simply enjoy a afternoon tea and discuss whatever subject you so enjoy." One hand lifted, elegant, and waving toward the bookshelves and her desk. "I am well read and fluent in four languages, along with having a passion for scholarly subjects, if you wish to we could focus on something of the sort. I could also have musical instruments brought if you wish for entertainment of that kind, harp and flute are what I play best, though there is another in the house very skilled at the piano if that be your desire." <br><br>The girl brought her tea to her lips and took a slow sip, eyes lowering for a moment before flashing back up to look at Lorraine again. "But I am here, my Lady, to serve to your pleasure and your expectations, whilst you are bound by none. Think of yourself as a goddess, full in her power. Aught you could desire, within the bounds of the Master's rules for me, I will give happily to you during our time." It was perhaps a touch too frank, she worried, but Lorraine had been so uneasy and was it not best to know exactly what lay before one? Certainly that was how Fiona saw things, how she wove her enchantments. She leaned forward then, placing her tea aside and caught the standing lady's hand in both of her own, holding it gently even as she peeled away the glove to reveal the pale, soft skin beneath it. Her full lipped mouth pressed a tender kiss against that same flesh, a butterfly wing's brush of touch truly, her bluegreen eyes fixed on the wide brown ones of the blushing lady.<br><br>"I will try my best my Lady, to enchant you and weave what dreams you may desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 23:36:35</strong>
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				Lorraine's eyes followed Fiona's hands as they reached for the bowl and poured the amber liquid into the steaming cup meant for her. She offered a warm smile to her hostess as the cup was stirred and then rested on the table. Lorraine shifted her parasol to her left hand so she could lift the cup of tea in her right before moving to seat herself on the couch beside Fiona, but paused to respond. "Thank you, Dear," the endearment slipped through her lips as naturally as the words of thanks, conversationally spoken.<br><br>Lorraine sipped the tea, savoring the flavor and volume with her brown eyes closed. As she did so she heard Fiona's response to the answer she had offered earlier regarding attire, "Wise words my Lady, and a truth I hope all ladies shall keep in mind. Good manners are such a true delight and should be honored whenever possible. Though I suppose expectations differ from one moment to the next in all things. You seem one to expect a rather lot from yourself, if you forgive my being bold." As Fiona's voice continued Lorraine's eyes opened again, fixing on her hostess. The lady stirred her tea as she continued, "Here, in this room, there are no expectations currently, there is no need for us to do more then simply enjoy a afternoon tea and discuss whatever subject you so enjoy," Fiona gestured to her book shelves, and Lorraine followed the gesture with her eyes as she lingered near the couch cushions with tea in hand, "I am well read and fluent in four languages, along with having a passion for scholarly subjects, if you wish to we could focus on something of the sort. I could also have musical instruments brought if you wish for entertainment of that kind, harp and flute are what I play best, though there is another in the house very skilled at the piano if that be your desire."<br><br>Lorraine's smile grew easier at the mention of music and she inclined her head to Fiona. When the woman took a long sip from her tea Lorraine spoke softly, "I once wished to learn the playing of instruments, but it seems the only instrument God has seen fit to grant me any grace with is my voice. I'm sure I would enjoy the opportunity to hear you though. It's not often I receive such outside of social gatherings."<br><br>Fiona waited for Lorraine's thoughts to conclude, though her eyes had only remained lowered a moment, before smiling and continuing again, "But I am here, my Lady, to serve to your pleasure and your expectations, whilst you are bound by none. Think of yourself as a goddess, full in her power. Aught you could desire, within the bounds of the Master's rules for me, I will give happily to you during our time."<br><br>A number of words jumped out in Lorraine's mind as she absorbed that statement, her cheeks darkening in color even as Fiona leaned forward and set her tea aside to take Lorraine's left hand in her own. Fiona set the parasol aside before peeling away the green and black fabric of Lorraine's glove and pressing a tender kiss against the pale skin that was revealed. Lorraine could scarcely feel the contact, but her cheeks grew darker as Fiona spoke again, "I will try my best my Lady, to enchant you and weave what dreams you may desire."<br><br>Lorraine felt a bit awkward, though the words were enticing. It was, in its way, proof of where she had come. Still, thoughts such as what two women might do with one another in the suggested manner were not easy ones for Lorraine to entertain. "Oh dear, let's not get ahead of ourselves, just yet." Lorraine's voice was smooth and unbroken despite what her blushing cheeks might have hinted would pour forth at the parting of her lips. Only a moment or two passed before she added, "Though I do appreciate your sincerity. Perhaps I'd best explain why I've come here?" <br><br>While Fiona seemed to have things well in hand, Lorraine was certain her reasons for being here would make the task of entertaining the lady a simpler one for her hostess... And likely it would produce a more favorable result to simply have her motivations out in the open. Still, she left it to Fiona to decide, her hand still in both of Fiona's and her light brown eyes resting on eyes of aquamarine as she finally took the seat on the couch without spilling a single drop of tea or dislodging her left hand from Fiona's gentle grasp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:35:49</strong>
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				The copper haired whore made a mental note that the Lady enjoyed music and had always wanted to learn somewhat of it. Harp was easy enough, though vocally she would love to hear the other woman sing. Something that she was good at, to give her pride, to make her see herself in a better light, this one was much too harsh on herself. Fiona had no clue about this woman's visit here, its prompting, but she would hazard to say that it had something to do with feeling a lack in herself. It was often so, lack that is, driving people to the brothel's waiting services, a lack of love to be had in ones life, like her first client, or a perceived lack in the client's own person. Those yielded usually two kinds of clients, the most tasking and brutal, focused on highlighting the flaws and lacks of others, particularly the whore that serviced them, or, on the other hand the most timid, those who wanted reassurance and needed to be built back up. <br><br>There were other sorts of lacks as well of course, lack of excitement being the one that brought them the largest amount of cliental from the rich and noble of the city. <br><br>It didn't surprised her that Lorraine wanted to go slower, to not get ahead of themselves; she had over extended herself it seemed. Inwardly Fiona sighed at herself, having wanted to set the other woman at ease. It was harder to do with some people then others, and her ease with clients usually came from the fact that she often had repeated visits. <br><br>Fi stayed still, her eyes soft and steady as they gazed at the brunette who sat beside her, willing herself only to be a comforting figure for the moment, a slight blush touching her own cheeks. "Forgive me then my Lady, I meant only to put you at ease and I am sorry that I failed to that end. If you wish to explain what you seek that will be welcome but it is not needed." The girl gave a wan smile, a slight touch of mirth in her eyes as she explained. "Some clients prefer us to figure out what they desire without the words having ever been spoken, a fair challenge that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 23:33:52</strong>
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				A light blush graced Fiona's cheeks at the conclusion of Lorraine's words. Fiona spoke then, "Forgive me then my Lady, I meant only to put you at ease and I am sorry that I failed to that end. If you wish to explain what you seek that will be welcome but it is not needed." Fiona offered a smile, a slight touch of mirth in her eyes as she explained further, "Some clients prefer us to figure out what they desire without the words having ever been spoken, a fair challenge that is."<br><br>Lorraine found herself chuckling softly to those words, "Oh, but you have put me at ease, Dear. Much more so than I would have expected possible given... well, the view most of my station would have on my presence here. So thank you for that, I just.. Well, I'm nervous, but I imagine that's to be expected." She paused, as though to move onto the subject originally intended. <em>'I don't want to tell her what's driven me here..'</em> Lorraine realized it as her voice continued, "Perhaps we should start with music. You said you play the harp and the flute? Which is your favorite to practice?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 18:46:53</strong>
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				The easy laughter that came from her brunette client put Fiona more at ease, her own smile softening as she tilted her head slightly and nodded to Lorraine, assenting to her desire. It also was noticed by the whore that she had earned already a term of endearment from this sweet lady's lips and that pleased her. Her hands stroked the hand that they held, enjoying the soft, lady like flesh they found, for her own hands while more lady like then some still had calluses from her harp playing, sewing and other activities. Lotions could not take that all away. "Most of your station, begging your pardon my Lady, would think of it only as you enjoying what they have themselves, at least in their private thoughts; however they may act otherwise." <br><br>Fi laughed softly, daring to lift a hand up to cup Lady Stanbury's cheek in her palm as she leaned forward and imparted a secret that all those of the Teahouse knew. "We've had counselor's of high office, priests, cardinals, knights, artists, lords and ladies all here, not that any names I can share of course but you would be surprised how many of your peers come seeking something within the Teahouse and other places of its like." <br><br>The redhead smiled then and got to her feet, letting go of Lorraine's hand and cheek to pick up her tea cup and sip at it even as she glided around the couch and toward a harp that rested on a stand in the open light of one of the many windows. There was a seat beside it, along with a little table where she deposited her tea cup before settling herself down on the chair and angling her legs and arms into a position she was well use to know. Her fingers ran quick and soft over the strings, simply sounding it off into the air. Fiona glanced back at the Lady with a easy smile. "Do you have a particular song you wish to hear my Lady? I do so love playing harp, my father started me when I was young, and every time I play it feels a little like I'm a bard princess of old." She laughed at herself then, eyes crinkling. "Perhaps you could sing with me even so I may hear your talent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 19:44:59</strong>
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				Stroking, gentle stroking of her skin, particularly of her palm and fingers. Fiona's touch was softer than that of silk, and for some reason in that particular moment when the copper-haired whore was looking at her so endearingly, something seemed to click in Lorraine. Enough so that the words Fiona spoke next washed against her ears as nothing short of an amused truth, a cure for the ailment that was Lorraine's concern with appearances... for the moment, "Most of your station, begging your pardon my Lady, would think of it only as you enjoying what they have themselves, at least in their private thoughts; however they may act otherwise." Fi's laughter mingled with Lorraine's own, for those words of truth and comfort did much to ease her, and Lorraine found herself leaning into Fiona's touch as the woman cupped her cheek and spoke softly to her, "We've had counselor's of high office, priests, cardinals, knights, artists, lords and ladies all here, not that any names I can share of course but you would be surprised how many of your peers come seeking something within the Teahouse and other places of its like." And then Fiona's hand drew away. <br><br>Lorraine's eyes followed Fiona as she stood and moved, a real sense of comfort drawing over her as the lady glided through the room. "You know.. Much as I'm loath to admit it, that you have entertained cardinals in such an establishment is not so great a surprise," Lorraine did loath to admit it, but the church was simply not what it pretended in regards to purity. She rested her own tea on her leg, balancing it long enough to slide her other hand free of its glove and brush her hair from her face. The first notes of the harp sounded within the chamber. <em>'It really is quite nice here.. And how can I expect anything to come of this if I don't relax...'</em><br><br>When her eyes turned toward the sound she found that Fiona was smiling at her again, and the smile was genuine and kind. She couldn't help beginning to feel that the lady radiated warmth, and that such warmth could not be feigned. "Do you have a particular song you wish to hear my Lady? I do so love playing harp, my father started me when I was young, and every time I play it feels a little like I'm a bard princess of old," Fiona asked, the tail end of her words alight with the sound of laughter, "Perhaps you could sing with me even so I may hear your talent."<br><br>Lorraine blinked her pale brown eyes at that suggestion, lips curling in what seemed like pleasure at the idea of Fiona wanting to hear, "Well certainly. Tell me, are you familiar with <em>A Lark among the Flowerbeds</em> by Harrison Redmond? I should sing that with you if you are." Lorraine's voice now carried a new energy with it, gentle but excited, as though born of some happy memory in her own history. She took a sip of the tea as she waited for Fiona's answer, brown eyes never leaving the other woman's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 02:11:01</strong>
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				Her fingers plucked ever so slightly at the harp at Lorraine's question, the melody of the song filling the air as her fingers worked their magic with the instrument, her own voice soft as she crooned the notes in her own sultry sweet voice. It was her answer, a smile on her lips. "I know that song well Lady, and a beautiful choice. Will my harp coax from you your song then?" She laughed again, that bright easy sound, something that seemed to put the Lady Stanbury at ease, laughter was easy enough coin to accomplish that until the other woman wanted to actually speak of why she had come here. <br><br><em>"Gentle whisper....little bird, little lark<br>do you feel the spring come anon<br>soar, soar for me, even in the dark<br>for with spring comes love's dawn...."</em><br><br>Fiona's voice was soft, for singing was not a skill she had in abundance; that was not to say it was horrible, but clearly a voice meant for more intimate crooning of songs then something that would be thought glorious and celebratory. She trailed off though, eyes on Lorraine, waiting for her to pick up where she had left off, her fingers plucking the notes and letting the harp fill the room with its beautiful sounds. "Sing for me Lady Lorraine..." She spoke softly, encouraging.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 04:20:45</strong>
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				Fiona answered her query with the sweet first notes of the song Lorraine so loved. Lorraine set aside her tea and stood with her eyes on Fiona as the whore spoke with a smile, "I know that song well Lady, and a beautiful choice. Will my harp coax from you your song then?" Lorraine smiled at the words, more at ease now than she had been thus far as the expertly plucked harp strings poured their music into the room. Fiona's voice soon joined the harp's lovely notes. <br><br><div align="center">"<em>Gentle whisper....little bird, little lark<br>do you feel the spring come anon<br>soar, soar for me, even in the dark<br>for with spring comes love's dawn....</em>"</div><br>Sweetly and quietly the readhead sang, and it felt like a caress of Lorraine's soul. But then, music had always had such power over Lorraine. When Fiona trailed off Lorraine saw the redhead's eyes on her and she inclined her head to the whore's gentle and encouraging words, "Sing for me Lady Lorraine..."<br><br>The woman took in a breath as she adopted the proper posture for singing. Her legs were relaxed, her back straight, her slim stomach pressed out as much as the confines of her garment would allow for the better accomodation of her diaphram. Her lips parted and the words poured forth in the beautiful and rich notes of a soprano's voice.<br><br><div align="center">"<em>Gentle breezes....little bud, little rose,<br>through the gardens where you grow so fair<br>smile, smile for me, let the others doze,<br>and your beauty with this world do share...</em>"</div><br>She let the music carry her, pale brown eyes falling closed as the third verse drew to its beginning, shoulders relaxed. Emotion and feeling intertwined with the expression taught her over the course of her years, bringing something further than study could to each word, each note, as she continued.<br><br><div align="center">"<em>Oh sweet garden...says the lark, little rose,<br>as she flies overhead today<br>dance, dance for me, or strike a gentle pose<br>that your beauty tempt the bird to stay...</em>"</div><br>There was joy in her voice. Much joy. But also some tones of pain and worry. All in all though, the Lady's command of her vocal cords was impressive and the way with which she used it to communicate feeling equally so. Likely servants passing by beyond the doors of Fiona's chamber would hear the dulcet tones and pause to marvel for a moment before attending their duties. And for the final verse the sorrow came out more prominently. <br><br><div align="center">"<em>Soulful music....for the rose, sings the lark<br>who now rests within the flowerbeds<br>sing, sing for me, in this lovely park<br>so that worries, life readily sheds...</em>"</div><br>It was an aching, a desire for the promise of the words, for a sanctuary in which to shed life's worries. Lorraine didn't have that. Lorraine had come here to find it. Her eyes opened again, a blush to her cheeks as she looked to the harpist with a shy smile. The lady remained standing while the music found its own conclusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 04:32:23</strong>
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				When the Lady did finally sing, adopting a more proper position to sing with ease Fiona was nearly dumbfounded with the beauty of that rich, sweet voice that filled her up. She had heard of singers like Lorraine before, ones that could reach inside one and pluck at a person's heart strings as adeptly as Fiona's own fingers coaxed notes from her harp. And those self same fingers nearly stumbled, freezing in their surprise at the beauty of the other woman's voice before she recalled herself and kept time with the Lady's voice. Her heart increased though and she savored each note, each word that fell from Lorraine's lips like a precious, all too fleeting thing, for it was that indeed. <br><br>She could coax emotions from her clients, in her bedplay, in her manners, but she found a moment of envy at the pure, soul touching talent that this young lady had, but it was gone as quick as it had appeared and instead Fi made the choice to reveal in the beauty of it and know that at least for this moment, Lorraine, a Lady born and bred, and this beautiful voice was singing for <em>her</em>. It seemed enough to make her giddy and she smiled brightly, her features aglow with no little amount of open tenderness and awe. <br><br>Fi let the notes tickle out when the song came to an end, not missing the sorrow in Lorraine's voice in the last verses, wondering if perhaps the ability to put the past aside was what she sought here. If so, Fiona would do her best to give her just that. When at least her fingers lay still upon the harp she moved slowly, back and held out a hand to the other woman, that same, gentle, easy smile on her lips, one that seemed to be full of all the warmth and promise of sunshine. "You are the most talented songbird I've ever had the pleasure to hear Lady, will you come sit near me? I can play still, soft sounds to sooth, while you speak of what you seek, of how I can help you shed that sorrow that lingered in your song." <br><br>It was a request but not, she sensed that if she did not put some sort of firmness, of order to it Lorraine would want to hide, to flutter away. And Fiona would hate to think that the woman wasted her visit here. No, best that she take a firm hand and guide the encounter to what Lorraine needed most, for that, Fi meant to give her unstintingly. Her hands beckoned with a gesture, her eyes gentle, and she waited for obedience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 04:42:18</strong>
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				Lorraine smiled as the strength at her core that gave her such a voice seemed to relax back into the mild-mannered soul she had shown herself to be so far. No more or less beautiful than a dozen other ladies. There was something else radiating from Fiona now. Determination? Though that was not quite the word. But guidance fell in-line with the response that Lorraine felt to Fiona's words, "You are the most talented songbird I've ever had the pleasure to hear Lady, will you come sit near me? I can play still, soft sounds to sooth, while you speak of what you seek, of how I can help you shed that sorrow that lingered in your song." <br><br>Her hand was outstretched again, elegant and fine. Entreating and beckoning. Lorraine only paused a moment before she bowed her head to the whore's request. She retrieved the glass of tea she'd hardly partaken of and moved to the seat Fiona had indicated. "You play divinely, Miss Fiona, and I'm flattered by your praise. Singing has always been one thing I've felt no insecurities about. A sanctuary of sorts," she settled in the seat as she spoke, her brown eyes on Fiona's again. <em>'I think I have come to the right place after all.'</em> Perhaps singing alone was not enough to lighten her burden, but to share it through voice.. It was the most true way that Lorraine could have explained her motivations to Fiona. Speaking of them might not be as difficult now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 07:59:09</strong>
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				It was not something she was truly accustomed to with her clients, to take control was not something most came to her for, there were others here at the Teahouse far better at such things. But as Lorraine smiled and moved toward she found herself thinking it had been a good gamble to take, unsure even as she was of what exactly she was doing. Part of being good at this job though was to always seem to know exactly what one was doing and what the client wanted, that bluff had carried her through several sessions. As the Lady moved to her side Fi let her hands move back to the harp, plucking at the strings of it even yet, smiling softly herself at the words of praise that fell so easily from the other woman's lips. <br><br>"Thank you my Lady, I play for the love of it and that sweetness it some I suppose. As for your singing, you never need be insecure on that account, as often as you wish to share a gift of such beauty I will always be pleased to receive it." She let quiet fall, her fingers on the harp, her blue green eyes steady on Lorraine's brown ones, thinking that they rather reminded her of rich, sweet chocolate. The Lady sipped at her tea and Fi let them sit in silence, only for a handful of minutes really though before she pulled away from the harp and turned her body toward the other woman's, reaching out to cup Lorraine's cheeks in her hands. <br><br>On her lips was a soft smile, reassuring, there was no lack of warmth or tenderness in this young woman. Her fingers lightly caressed Lorraine's delicate cheekbones; sensing that the woman knew what she wanted now, that she had known perhaps since they left the office but still was too bound by nerves and no doubt shock from breeching society's rules so much. Fi leaned in closer, one thumb brushing slightly over the swell of the other girl's full lower lip. <br><br>"Will you tell me now then, what you desire lady songbird now that you have shared your song? I promise, whatever it is, in this room it will stay and all that you share will be safe in my keeping. Trust me lady songbird, you won't regret it." Impulsively then, for she had not meant to but suddenly couldn't help herself, she leaned in all the way and set her lips to Lorraine's in a light, sweet kiss, a simple thing, chaste, and yet tender, a promise of what else she would offer. Hopefully it wouldn't get her slapped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:58:37</strong>
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				Fiona's fingers deftly plucked the cords of the harp as the two ladies sat, and Lorraine couldn't help feeling more at ease. The music drew tension from her in a way little else could hope to. Her slender fingers ran over her hair almost subconsciously as the song wound down and Fiona responded to her earlier praise, "Thank you my Lady, I play for the love of it and that sweetness it some I suppose. As for your singing, you never need be insecure on that account, as often as you wish to share a gift of such beauty I will always be pleased to receive it." There was something in the phrasing of Fiona's words that caused Lorraine to turn toward the woman, her pale brown eyes to search the other woman's expression. Fiona's posture, movements, and words spoke to Lorraine as clearly as voice, telling her one simple thing, <em>'Trust.'</em><br><br>Lorraine felt herself swallow as she considered the other woman, who turned to face her. Their eyes met, aquamarine and brown, each pair as gentle as the other, as soothing. Lorraine broke their gaze briefly to take another sip of her tea. As the cup lowered from her soft lips she saw Fiona's hand come forward and touch her cheek. Lorraine didn't move at first as her brown eyes sought Fiona's face again. The young lady wore a soft smile, reassuring, warm, even tender. Lorraine's neck tilted slightly, pressing her cheek further into the hand cupping it. There was the sensation of slightly callused fingers brushing along the soft skin of her cheek, and then one of Fiona's thumbs ran along her lower lip. <em>'Oh my...'</em><br><br>There was apprehension with it, a swell of worry in her chest. Anxiety, even. But it was such a small thing. Discomfort. As that of a lady about to don her first corset. She knew what would come next, or thought she did. Fiona spoke, words soft and gentle, a caressing request for Lorraine to shed the guards that she had brought into this chamber, "Will you tell me now then, what you desire lady songbird now that you have shared your song? I promise, whatever it is, in this room it will stay and all that you share will be safe in my keeping. Trust me lady songbird, you won't regret it." And then Fiona leaned forward and Lorraine felt soft lips press against her own.<br><br>It took Lorraine by surprise, though not for the reason one might expect. She'd anticipated the kiss from the brush of Fiona's thumb, but the words had thrown her, making her second guess herself. And yet, as soon as they had finished the kiss had come, and in the time that it took Fiona to speak there had been room for surprise to bloom. Lorraine's first instinct was to shy away, but the lady didn't let herself. She stayed seated as she was, and contrary to how she thought she would react, Lorraine relaxed. <em>'They are a woman's lips... And a woman's fingers.'</em> That made all the difference in the world as Lorraine yielded to and reciprocated the invitation of Fiona's sweet attentions. <br><br>Her eyes grew softer as she returned the kiss and once done let her lips tug into a smile that highlighted certain gentler lines upon the canvas of her face. After a few moments' delay the lady drew in a breath and took Fiona's free hand within her own. "I desire to-" And the words halted in her throat. Lorraine swallowed again and chuckled lightly at herself before beginning again, "I desire, miss Fiona, to move beyond harm put upon me in my past." She gently squeezed Fiona's hand as she spoke the words slowly and deliberately. She was certain someone as bright as the young miss Fiona would not need a more detailed explanation to understand. She was also certain that this harebrained scheme of hers would actually pan out in her favor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 18:39:29</strong>
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				Her heart beat too quickly within her own breast, fear and hope hovering equally upon her; if she had read right what Lorraine's body language and voice had hinted at then she would be able to help the young woman, put her at ease and make it enjoyable for her. If she had guessed wrong the least she would face was tears and perhaps a slap across the face. This was a noble woman though and she could complain to Master Ryan, could demand Fi punished. Lady Stanbury didn't seem <em>that</em> type though, and so Fi hoped. And she felt it, that moment when the other woman decided to let go, to enjoy it, felt the lips soften against her own, felt her soft, chaste kiss returned. Giddy relief rushed through her and she lingered in the kiss a moment longer then she meant to before pulling back with a pretty flush to her pale cheeks, her smile soft. Her hand upon the Lady's cheek she did not remove though, rather enjoying how Lorraine had pressed her cheek into the cup of her palm. <br><br>Fiona's own soft smile blossomed into something further to see the smile on her client's lips, soft and radiant it lit up Lorraine's features and had Fi notice how beautiful she was, how it shone through her when she gave herself freedom to smile, to be a little bit happy. <br><br>When Lorraine stumbled over the answer to Fi's question the whore slightly squeezed her hand around Lorraine's, reassuring her with that touch. The words that came afterward did not surprise her truly, she had sensed there was something more then just society's confines binding and repressing the woman; her expression softened, a touch of sorrow showing then. Lorraine seemed so gentle, so fragile, and yet what strength of the soul she had to have weathered through this unknown, unspoken of harm and come here, seeking for healing, seeking for a way to enjoy the pleasures life afforded humans. What words did she have to truly offer in exchange for that trust. <br><br>The redhead tugged slightly on the hand around her own, using both her hands to pull Lorraine to her, into her arms and a hug that had her arms wrapping tightly around the brunette. It brought the Lady onto her knees beside Fi on her harp stool, the brunette curls she had admired earlier now just blow her chin; and she hugged her, she caressed Lorraine's back softly, laid soft kisses upon her crown and gave of physical comfort and tenderness first. For that, she thought, was what Lorraine needed more then words. <br><br>But words came as well, gently spoken, soft whispers meant to keep the moment intimate and soft. "Whatever harm has been done to you does not reach so far as here, for this room is a haven, my haven. And I share it with you, as I share myself lady songbird. If you wish not to speak more then that of what passed, then there is no need. Ever. And if there is ever a desire to speak of it more, for sometimes one must purge the poison of the heart just as you do the body, know that I am always here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 04:47:59</strong>
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				Lorraine watched Fiona turn more toward her and felt the redhead's hands wrap around her own. Fiona tugged and Lorraine obliged without really thinking, moving into her arms with her knees bent below her. She felt a tremble run through her body, the tremble that should accompany tears over such a thing as the wrong haunting her mind. Rough touches, painful, hurtful words and feelings. Lorraine fought those back and refused the tears, though she did let herself relax into Fiona. <em>'I'm here to move forward, not relive the past..'</em><br><br>Fiona's hands petted Lorraine's back and the brunette smiled softly as the feel of kisses pressed into her silken curls. Quiet, tender words came to Lorraine's ears then, "Whatever harm has been done to you does not reach so far as here, for this room is a haven, my haven. And I share it with you, as I share myself lady songbird. If you wish not to speak more then that of what passed, then there is no need. Ever. And if there is ever a desire to speak of it more, for sometimes one must purge the poison of the heart just as you do the body, know that I am always here."<br><br>Tears would come eventually, and likely in this place if the beginning of her time here was anything to guess by. Truly the whore had constructed a sanctuary for her clients... And it was all the more authentic to know the sanctuary was Fiona's own, shared with those who partook of her. Lorraine chuckled and sniffled at the same time to the comfort she found so readily. <em>'God had a hand in this chance meeting, there can be no other explanation...'</em> <br><br>From where she rested on her knees in the elegant arms of her hostess the lady nodded and responded in a similarly tender way, "Thank you, truly, for your warm words and actions, miss Fiona. I don't think I really believed I would find what I was seeking here... Until this moment." Her hands rested on the whore's sides just below her ribs, for from this position that was the most comfortable place to let them fall, and she gently pet them through Fiona's gown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 23:03:50</strong>
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				Fi found a soft smile curving on her lips as Lorraine spoke, her arms still clasped so lightly and yet tenderly around the other woman. She pressed more soft kisses easily to the other woman's hair, humming softly to help aid with the feeling of relaxing that she sensed had finally started to steal over Lorraine; it wasn't much but it was a start. A small sense of pride blossomed within the whore at that fact that she had been able to reach the other woman, to sooth the noble and get her to trust even if it was only a little. Small steps often led to bigger ones and she doubted this would be a one time visit, not if this woman truly sought to get over whatever had held her back in the past. <br><br>Such darkling shadows the redhead saw in those expressive brown eyes, as sweet as their regard was there was something haunted there. She would remove it and replace it with sunshine, if only for a few stolen moments of glory. Those stolen moments were <em>her</em> moments though, the ones she gave her clients that were filled with magic.<br><br>And that would be the reason why so many of <em>hers</em> always came back. <br><br>"There is little to thank me for lady songbird, I only give what I sense you came seeking; that is my purpose remember." Soft gentle mirth touched her voice not laughing at Lorraine, no never that, simply amusement at being thanked for something she did as readily as breathing. And gave to so many. But each was so very different for her. Her hands smoothed through the silk of Lorraine's curls, not pressing for the moment, feeling as if she had already stepped over her boundaries enough for the moment. It would be up to the Lady where this went next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 23:39:14</strong>
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				Lorraine let her eyes fall closed as she leaned into Fiona, enjoying the woman's gentle caress in silence for a time. It was so soothing, so calming. Fear fell to the shadows of her mind as she focused on the feel of fingers against her hair. The soft pet became a gentle massage of her scalp, then neck, then shoulders.. And as the time drifted by Lorraine came to realize Fiona was waiting. Soothing, but waiting on her to act. The lady pressed her forehead against Fiona. <br><br>Her cheeks had cooled, but they grew pink again as she thought about what she would say. How did you ask somone to show you intimacy? How did you ask someone to help you do something you were afraid of. She turned her gaze back up at Fiona, pale, brown eyes soft and tender, "Wiyouead me, Miss?" The words spilled past her lips, made almost intangible by the haste with which one ran over the next. Lorraine chuckled softly at herself when she realized this and cleared her throat, "Ahem, sorry." She paused briefly before repeating the words more calmly, "Will you lead me, Miss Fiona?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 06:11:07</strong>
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				Such quiet simple peace in being held, the slow relaxing of the Lady's limbs told her it had been far too long since she had allowed it, what had happened that Lorraine had shunned touch so? She read that tension and soothed it gently, never seeming to notice how certain caresses, the work of her fingers against the scalp and then trailing lower melted the bones she deftly sought out. So many foolishly disregarded how important such simple touches as mere hugs could mean, and others walled themselves away from it. Apparently her new lady songbird had been one of those, but Fiona had a surprising amount of will power for one who seemed so airy and cheerful; she would remove brick by careful brick until the Lady allowed herself comfort. <br><br>Each touch was to that aim, not calculated but instinctive, Fiona never over analyzed what felt right with a patron, simply allowed her senses to guide hr and the patron both to whatever end was desired. And still she hummed, soft gentle sound that had no words, nothing to detract from the sort of haze the two of them had slipped into, sitting full in the sunshine that came through her windows. <br><br>Lorraine moved and Fi shifted back, a smile ready on her lips as a hand came up to cup the delicate line of her client's jawline, so fine and soft was the Lady's skin. Her fingers caressed gently upon the satin skin, noting the pink that flushed the woman's cheeks so prettily. Her smiled deepened, blossoming with a radiant sort of understanding as the words tumbled out like an awkward new born kitten. So eager, so unsure. How the brunette corrected herself and spoke calmly drew a flash of approval through the scholar's daughter's eyes. The redhead leaned forward slowly, dusting a kiss upon the pert tip of Lorraine's nose. "That was more proper wasn't it songbird dear? Words have a magic of their own you know, perhaps later I'll spin you a tale to hear as you spun one with your singing."<br><br>The question Lady Stanbury had asked lingered in the air as the hand that didn't cup and caress her cheek moved to softly smooth the gleaming strands of silken hair that had slipped loose on the woman. Fi let the silence linger, considering it. She did not often take the lead with patron's but she sensed this was what was needed, and that she was also apt to enjoy it with so sweet a woman. It would give her a way to heal, to pamper one who seemed to so struggle to accept things. Her smile dimmed, still there but a look of somber focus descended onto the whore's delicate features. "I will if that is what you truly desire Lorraine; do not ask it of me only to revoke it so soon after. If I lead you you give over to me the control of this encounter; you will be my superior no more, for that will not work. I do promise you that it would only last for the duration of your time with me today; and that should you wish it to end with good reason it will." <br><br>She leaned in once more, this time her soft lips hovering just over the other womans before she kissed her, slow and surely, seducing the Lady and leading her into passions first touches. Breaking the connection she murmured against Lorraine's lips "Simply say 'lark' should you desire me to halt at any time, do you understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 06:47:58</strong>
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				Her touch alone was almost intoxicating in a way, and Lorraine had thought she felt no attraction for women. There were, of course, those who favored people of their shared gender... But Lorraine had always felt such interactions unnatural.. And yet, here she was, leaning into a feminine form, enjoying the touch of the one who offered her such comfort. Perhaps her view on what was and was not natural remained undecided after all. Still, the knowledge that what she was doing, or about to do... Or both really... was against her upbringing kept her cheeks that lovely pink.<br><br>The woman's gentle hand cupped Lorraine's jawline and she leaned into the touch, the smile on Fiona's lips making her feel more at ease, and something that passed through her eyes.. Pleasure at Lorraine's correction? And she spoke again, "That was more proper wasn't it songbird dear? Words have a magic of their own you know, perhaps later I'll spin you a tale to hear as you spun one with your singing." <br><br>Lorraine smiled softly at the statement, nodding her head and setting her chocolate hair bobbing. She would have spoken, but she still waited for Fiona's answer. It seemed she would wait a while longer as the whore's skilled hand moved from Lorraine's cheek to her hair and smoothed the loose strands back into place. She looked thoughtful, and Lorraine found herself very hopeful that Fiona would accept her request. Surely she did not know how to proceed, and if she left now she doubted she would ever have the courage to return.<br><br>Fiona's expression dimmed after a time, growing a bit more sober. She still wore a smile, but her next words were very seriously spoken, "I will if that is what you truly desire Lorraine; do not ask it of me only to revoke it so soon after. If I lead you you give over to me the control of this encounter; you will be my superior no more, for that will not work. I do promise you that it would only last for the duration of your time with me today; and that should you wish it to end with good reason it will."<br><br>Her mind raced as the words registered within it. She had asked to be led, and now Fiona was telling her yes, she would lead, but Lorraine could not back out. <em>'Can I really go through with this?'</em> Doubts fluttered through her mind and heart, but even as they did Fiona leaned forward again. She could feel the warmth from the whore's lips as they hovered over hers, and then the kiss, soft, sure, leading and inviting. Lorraine's doubts were cast aside at the feel of Fiona's lips against hers. She let her eyes fall closed again, head turning back to make the connection of their skin that much more sure as she pressed her lips to those of a whore. <br><br>It was different in a way from the earlier kisses. Why? Lorraine could not have said, but there was a stirring inside her, and not simply one born of flesh. The moments were savored as they drew out, and then the presence was gone and Fiona's voice brushed against her ears again, "Simply say 'lark' should you desire me to halt at any time, do you understand?"<br><br>Lorraine's chest rose and fell in deep breaths. When had her heart started beating so quickly. Her eyes opened in slits as she looked at Fiona, nodding her understanding before speaking aloud, "I do understand." She wanted to reach forward and pet the whore's cheek, or to run her fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. The desire brought a darker red to her own skin, but she didn't act on it. Not yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 03:50:58</strong>
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				She felt the surrender in the kiss, the want that lay in the other woman, the need for a gentle guidance and most of all that slight quiver of doubt and fear. Her poor little songbird. Fi softly caressed the chocolate curls that seemed to welcome her touch eagerly, her aquamarine eyes steady as she gazed at her newest client. Lorraine had agreed and seemed to hover, to want. The redhead gave her a gentle smile and moved back slightly, helping Lorri to her feet and taking her hand to guide her toward the large canopy bed on the other side of the room. What to do, she considered it. Should she touch the other woman and bring her pleasure or allow her to touch her, instruct her how to pleasure a woman. Both had acts of control in it, but taking the wrong path could result in Lorraine's uneasiness. <br><br>Her eyes lingered on the brunette, thoughtful before she lightly settled Lorraine on the edge of the bed and stepped back, hands raising to undo the pearl buttons that kept her violet dress closed around her body. And then a few laces and she let the fabric rustle down to the ground, revealing a slim figure clad in pale cream chemise and drawers, garters fixed over sheer stockings and a white silk corset touched with little violet flowers sewn into it. She stepped out of her slippers and smiled warmly at Lorraine even as she slipped onto the bed, gathering her long hair over one shoulder and softly playing with the other woman's curls. <br><br>"I know you are uncertain dear one, but I sense you would like to touch me. So let your curiosity and desire lead you, I give you time to explore and learn. If you bring me pleasure with your touches I'll reward you, though you are such a tender good soul I think I would reward you regardless." She cupped the other woman's cheek again, focusing her gaze on her and smiling that same radiant easy smile as before. "I will lead us slowly in this dance so that nothing moves too fast or might cause you hurt. I want you to enjoy yourself, so for while we are in this room trust me, and more importantly, yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 22:24:33</strong>
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				Lorraine's lips wore their tender smile sweetly as she felt Fiona caress her hair. It seemed that what had brought here was so far away now. There was no past motivation, only the present moment. The redhead moved back, and Lorraine shifted to give her room to stand, but the whore took Lorraine's hands, helping her to rise as well. Lorraine inclined her head to Fiona for the aid, chocolate curls bobbing from the gesture. Fiona guided her toward the bed, and that act was enough to keep the red in her cheeks fresh and deep.<br><br>Lorraine felt Fiona guide her to sit on the edge of the bed, and she obliged, moving as the whore directed. Her pale brown eyes followed Fiona's hands as they retreated, blinking only once when they settled on the pear buttons and worked at undoing them. One of her first impulses was to look away, but she instead looked to Fiona's face. Was it wrong that seeing the fabric coming off the whore made her feel such a stirring? It certainly seemed indecent to her proper sensibilities, but Lorraine pushed them aside. Now was not the time nor place.<br><br>She couldn't help following the dress as it slid free of Fiona's slender form to reveal beautiful undergarments. It made Lorraine smile a little. Fiona stepped out of the slippers she had been wearing and joined Lorraine on the bed. As she did so Lorraine shifted to make more room and face the woman more directly. Fiona gently played with Lorraine's curls. It felt so soothing. <br><br>"I know you are uncertain dear one, but I sense you would like to touch me. So let your curiosity and desire lead you, I give you time to explore and learn. If you bring me pleasure with your touches I'll reward you, though you are such a tender good soul I think I would reward you regardless," Fiona said in her sweet voice. Lorraine offered her a small smile in response as she felt the woman's hand cup her cheek. "I will lead us slowly in this dance so that nothing moves too fast or might cause you hurt. I want you to enjoy yourself, so for while we are in this room trust me, and more importantly, yourself."<br><br>Lorraine's pale brown eyes were so light beside her blushing cheeks. She wasn't sure about any of this. At the same time, she felt so comfortable with the woman before her. She turned her brown eyes down briefly, but brought them back up to Fiona's and reached a hand out to touch the other woman's cheek, acting on the impulse she'd felt so recently. Her fingers followed her cheek to her ear, and there slid to her neck. First she caressed the side of the lady's neck, then slid her hand further so her fingers were weaved into the hair at the nape of Fiona's neck. She smiled shyly as she said, "It feels so strange to me, Miss."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 23:46:59</strong>
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				So soft and shy; yet so wanting, Fiona let her words trail off, relaxing at the other woman's side to wait with a patience that most would not have had. But there was a reason her clients always found themselves a little in love with the redhead, why she was often given the skittish clients. Her songbird had need of something from her and she would wait, teasing it out so that she did no more harm to the girls heart then what already lay there. <br><br>The touch on her cheek was so timid, but the hand was smooth and delicate. Fiona held herself still, a slight smile on her lips for encouragement was all that changed, letting the fingers softly caress down to her neck and then into her hair. The soft touch earns her shifting slightly, raising her own hands to Lorraine's cheeks, cupping them ever so gently as she dusted rewarding kisses against the brunette's full lips. "It usually does songbird, I know passion...touch frightened me when I first came here. I will tell you what the one that guided me told me; this is for enjoyment, for pleasure and only do and seek what feels good, what makes your heart beat faster with want. You listen to yourself and trust your partner, pleasure will come then."<br><br>The smile was playful on her lips then as her fingers wound a chocolate curl around them "Do you trust me sweet lady? Do you want me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 17:05:03</strong>
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				Lorraine's cheeks felt hot against Fiona's hands. No doubt this was from the blush she wore. Her pale eyes sought Fiona's as the redhead pressed soft kisses to her lips. It was strange, certainly, but not in a bad way as Lorraine returned the affections. The redhead's soft words were a comfort to her, to know that others found such things as this strange... But then she'd known many ladies would have from the start. Listen to herself, she could do that. Listen to Fiona... She'd said she would do that too, and she felt she could.<br><br>Perhaps why her answer came so quickly to the whore's question, "I do trust you, Miss Fiona." Of course, there was some hesitance to the answer of the second question. To admit such was... certainly not something Lorraine was accustomed to. She let her eyes fall closed and swallowed, "And.. I do want you, though.. That wouldn't really work, would it?" Her pale eyes opened again as she asked, looking to find Fiona's again. The logistics made little sense.. Oh sure, they both had hands, and Fiona's were likely quite capable, but was that really the same as joining with a man?<br><br>Her fingers gently kneaded the skin at the nape of Fiona's neck as she pondered that. She raised her other hand, reaching forward to touch Fiona's side gently, tenderly, as though she might scare the whore away with a firmer touch... Or perhaps she was afraid of scaring herself away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 19:38:57</strong>
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				The quick response she had garnered from the lady about trust drew a approving and delighted smile onto Fiona's lips, her blue green eyes shinning with warmth; she did notice the pause over the second one though and did not press, simply toyed with with the lovely curls of her new client. Soft, sure she would move things, but Lorraine had to answer some things, think through them on her own. She had been hurt in the past and likely didn't know what she wanted or felt, no healing could happen in regards to pleasure until she had accepted that she wanted this, that she sought it. It likely would be best to not even try and relieve the lady of her clothing today, to simply show her that women could enjoy pleasure and shower her with praise and gentle affection. <br><br>Then came that halting voice and the question drew a soft laugh, light and easy and not directed at her. She caressed the brunettes cheeks again, her smile easy, a soft approving sound coming at the soft, shy touches to her neck and side. One of the redhead's hands moved, expertly loosening the stays of her corset and slipping the garment from her body. The sunlight spilling through her wide windows made her pale skin seem to glow beneath her sheer undergarments. <br><br>"It does work lady songbird, I promise, I have had several female clients. But first, lady, see the sunlight, see the easy delight there can be, there are no shadows to lay here and confuse things. You will come back to me won't you? After this first visit. So for today I will leave you your clothing as much as you care to have it on and I will not touch you outside of caresses and toying with your hair unless you ask prettily for it." She dusted a soft kiss to the tip of Lorraine's nose with a flash of a smile that lessened the sternness of her words some. "Today I will allow you to explore my body and teach you the pleasure that women can have; you may think of it in terms of yourself, though be aware that every woman is different. I will not give you such pleasures until you ask me for them and prove that you are ready."<br><br>Tenderly she cupped the other womans chin, forcing her eyes up to her, her expression serene and somber for a moment. "You will ask for all the pleasure that you receive, I will take nothing from your body nor touch it without your assent and request. There will be no doubt here, no stealing, no pain. Do you understand my songbird? Do you know why I lay such rules my beauty?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:07:13</strong>
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				Lorraine found herself feeling quite silly about her question even as Fiona's hand raised to her cheek. The whore responded gently to Lorraine's touch, quiet approval from her throat in what might be called a woman's purr. Lorraine found she rather enjoyed the sounds. Her hand drew back though as Fiona loosened the corset she wore and freed her body of it. Color drew into Lorraine's cheeks just before her pale eyes sought Fiona's. <em>'Quite beautiful... In a strangely alluring way.'</em> Lorraine couldn't say that. Saying such things aloud.. Well, it was not something she had been raised to do.<br><br>At Fiona's words of the sunlight Lorraine's eyes turned toward the window, drinking in the curtains and the warm glass. They cast about the room to seek out shadows despite herself, and here and there a shadow was made, but all literal, of course. Literal shadows held no danger. Real danger was in the metaphorical.<br><br>Fiona asked if Lorraine would return, and the sweetness in her voice was unmistakable. She nodded her affirmation of such, already feeling sure that she would... Though perhaps for a time... That would remain to be seen. And then of course, Fiona explained that Lorraine would keep her clothing, which did offer Lorraine some comfort... Though as much as might have been had if the situation were reversed. <em>'One of us in clothes would serve to keep things... Well, somewhat tamer... Hopefully.'</em><br><br>The words Fiona spoke did not escape Lorraine, even as she pondered their circumstances. '...unless you ask prettily for it.' The color in her cheeks grew deeper. <em>'How would one ask for such a thing?'</em> Fiona's lips touched to her nose then in a gentle kiss that carried a smile with it. Lorraine returned the smile shyly. Again there was mention of asking, and such a thing seemed so far beyond Lorraine.. Did a man ask his wife for pleasure? Did a woman ask her husband? Surely not... And then, who was she to say... And what would she do if her husband asked her once she had made the vows.<br><br>Fiona's fingers closed around Lorraine's chin and Lorraine's brown eyes found Fiona's again. The words, while commanding, were a comfort to her. No misunderstandings. No shadows of doubt. Lorraine would ask for anything that they might share. "I do understand, Miss. It is my suspicion you lay such rules for my protection, and for your own. How though... Does one ask for such a thing... in words?" Her cheeks were nearly scarlet now with embarrassment. What a sheltered woman Fiona must see her to be. <br><br>"I mean, in simple words. Of course." She answered herself, wishing not to seem quite so simple as she felt she must. "I do understand, Miss Fiona." The fingers of one hand gently threaded into the hair at the nape of Fiona's neck while the fingers of her other hand continued to tenderly brush Fiona's side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 05:43:16</strong>
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				Those brown eyes were so solemn, timid almost as they gazed at her own; Fi promised herself she would see them fire with passion, coax the sweet flames of want through the Lady and show her pleasure was there for her to claim. Lorraine had to realize that, had to know that pleasure was a choice as well as a surrender. And she would delight in teaching her both, abet carefully to not further damage the sweet song of emotion that could come from her little songbird. The shaky words that came as a response to her own earned a smile from the redheads lips as she laid herself back in a lounge upon her bed, legs stretching out to their full length on her white and violet coverlet. <br><br>"There are many ways my dear, as many as there are words." Her smile was playful, but gentle, offering no mocking as she stretched her arms out as well, one hand idly twining a lock of her hair around her fingers. She had moved away from Lorraine's touch but if she had stayed where she was she doubted the lady would do more then touch her side. <br><br>Her beautiful blue green eyes focused on her client, letting her eyes trail slowly over the other woman, her good taste and natural beauty enough to stir a fire of want in the gaze that watched Lorri. It was not a burning look, it was not meant to be, but a simmer, a tease. "For now though my songbird, speak in simple terms. I will give you words for parts of your body, for caresses if you desire..."<br><br>Her smile turned impish there, the hand not in her hair caressing down her own neck. "Neck you know, a simple enough term, often enough it is a pleasure to kiss there, and turn those kisses into soft sucking kisses, letting ones tongue lap out against your partner's flesh to hear their pleasure. Little nips of tease can be arousing as well, as can full bites, though those are often better in moments of stronger passion then I think we will see today. Men and women alike find this arousing, something innately human I think; that desire to mark our lovers with our lips, to brand them with our passion." <br><br>With a gesturing motion she bid Lorraine move closer to her. "Remove your shoes little song bird and then come here and I shall let you taste and play with my neck; if you like the pleasure it gives me and request it with proper manners perhaps I will reward you in kind." Gentle, yet firm, offering reward but giving nothing that was not asked for nor earned, a delicate balance to take but this would not be the first time she guided a woman or a man into the world of pleasure between two people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 23:28:07</strong>
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				Lorraine's brown eyes followed Fiona's feet as they moved along the white and violet coverlet, moving up from the whore's slender ankles to her calves, knees, thighs... A flush of color came to Lorraine's cheeks as her gaze passed over Fiona's pelvic region and kept progressing up the whore's stomach. She could see the color of the skin beneath, and even through the clothes Fiona wore now Lorraine was fairly certain the woman's skin was flawless. <em>'So beautiful..'</em> It was an odd thing to find herself thinking, but certainly not the first time she'd thought it since meeting Miss Fiona, and she supposed it was a good thing to think considering the purpose of her visit.<br><br>Lorraine physically swallowed as her eyes passed over Fiona's breasts, which she could see the shape of even beneath the chemise. The lady's voice sounded, and drew Lorraine's ear even as her gaze rested finally on the lock of copper hair curling around Fiona's finger. "There are many ways, my dear," the whore was saying, "...as many as there are words." Fiona smiled at Lorraine gently, and Lorraine saw aquamarine eyes moving slowly over her body just as her brown eyes had moved over the body of her hostess. "For now though my songbird, speak in simple terms. I will give you words for parts of your body, for caresses if you desire...."<br><br>Lorraine's eyes snapped to Fiona's, the heat in her cheeks rekindling again at the words and the impish nature of the whore's smile. Fiona caressed along her own neck as she spoke, and Lorraine's eyes were helpless to do anything but follow the motion of her hand, "Neck you know, a simple enough term, often enough it is a pleasure to kiss there..." and Lorraine's cheeks grew warmer, "...and turn those kisses into soft sucking kisses..." and warmer, "...letting ones tongue lap out against your partner's flesh..." and she stirred, her thighs rubbing against each other as she did so, her breath shortening, "...to hear their pleasure. Little nips of tease can be arousing as well..." Fiona went on, and Lorraine was finding it hard to really listen to the words. <em>'I want to touch her.. To hear her... What has gotten into me?'</em> "...as can full bites, though those..." Brown eyes rapt upon Fiona's caressing hand, Lorraine leaned closer, daring to raise a hand toward the whore and missing some of the words Fiona spoke as she did, "...of stronger passion then I think we will see today." Lorraine hesitated, swallowing again, surprise both with herself and with the appeal of the enchantress who lay upon the bed before her, sensuous body sprawled out over the coverlet, "Men and women alike find this arousing..." <em>'This?'</em> Lorraine blinked, trying to remember, <em>'Oh yes.. biting...'</em> Fiona continued, "...something innately human I think; that desire to mark our lovers with our lips, to brand them with our passion." Lorraine's eyebrows knit together as she did not fully understand the sentiments of which Fiona spoke, but the lady did know whe wanted to touch Fiona.<br><br>Perhaps this was why Lorraine felt no hesitance when Fiona gestured her closer. "Remove you shoes little songbird," the whore said, "and then come here and I shall let you taste and play with my neck..." Lorraine's fingers worked at the laces of her shoes, untying them quickly. Some part of her remained coherent and self-conscious enough not to shamelessly rip them off, but she was still more hurried than was decent... And then.. nothing at all about this whole situation was decent. "...if you like the pleasure it gives me and request it with proper manner perhaps I will reward you in kind," Fiona said as Lorraine set her shoes together on the floor, tucked just out of the way of anyone passing near the bed.<br><br>Lorraine moved to Fiona's side, smoothing her skirts as she sat, though the gesture was not nearly as meticulous as it would have been had her mind not been so.... fuzzy. <em>'Good gracious. Well, I did come here for a reason,'</em> Lorraine thought of herself, and as quickly the thought was behind her, forgotten, and with it her hesitance. She felt her thigh brush against Fiona's as she sat beside the whore, and lifted her hand toward Fiona's neck, eyes seeking Fiona's own to silently ask permission before she touched it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse - one-shot - Notes of Affection (Saerra &amp; Wistful Dream &amp; crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 08:45:28</strong>
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				A smile, not mocking in the least, curved on the redhead's lips to see the eagerness that all but radiating from the Lady patron as the other woman removed her shoes. She did not think it was purely sexual desire; but rather the want to please, to not loose the praise. It would surprise her if Lorraine ever got to a point where pure sexual desire was a prompting reason for an action. But want to please worked very well for Fiona's plans in how to guide this encounter and so she simply smiled and waited. <br><br>Sure enough the lovely brunette moved closer to her, trying to be mannerly still but clearly distracted. What a lovely lovely lady. <br><br>Fiona's hands softly caress the other woman's cheeks, soothing, eyes warm and approving. "You may do anything you desire to me my sweet lady songbird; think of it as a learning lesson. I know your fears, I feared them once myself and so am happy to put myself at your desires. Ask any questions you may want to, or simply let me know that you want to learn more like what I spoke of about the neck and its pleasure acts my dear." <br><br>To further sooth the whore gathered her hair over one shoulder, shifting and tilting her head to bare her neck to the brunette's attentions, whatever they may be. 
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