Across Oceans of Time
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				Title: <strong>Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>09-07-2007, 17:33:14</strong>
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				No matter what the manufacturers claimed, she found it no more enjoyable to be woken up by the Zen alarm clock than she did by the traditional buzz.&nbsp; The latter was unpleasant for its harsh abruptness, and the former, though gentle and sweet sounding, grew in intensity and frequency until she was pulled, unwilling and reluctantly, from her sweet sleep and glaring at the triangular thing on her dresser, across the room.&nbsp; It sounded like ringing bells, beaten by Tibetan monks calling the ashram to meditation, or so she'd been told, but at its loudest it put her in mind of pots and pans banged together by an angry chef.&nbsp; <br><br>Awake now, she rose from bed and padded through the thick carpet to the clock, and switched it off.&nbsp; 5:33 in the evening; time to get ready to work.&nbsp; It only took her ten minutes to move from the bedroom to the shower; she'd laid out the outfit she was going to wear the night before, and merely lingered to make her bed, reset the clock, and open the blinds.<br><br>It was a view she never tired of.&nbsp; A luxury apartment building in San Francisco's SoMa district, she'd bought her apartment when it went co-op.&nbsp; Her 32nd floor corner unit faced northwest, into the Financial District, where, even in the late afternoon, the buildings were ablaze with a rainbow of light, winking on and off, here and there, and, far, far below, the headlights of cars in the streets looked like fireflies, dancing beneath her.&nbsp; She loved the city, loved her apartment.<br><br>But, of course, that meant she had bills to pay, and needed to earn the money to pay them.&nbsp; And so with a sigh, she walked away from the panoramic view, and stepped into the glass cage of the shower, letting the hot water invigorate her and pinken her pale skin.<br><br>Half an out later, she'd finished preparing herself for her evening out. A gown of green chosen especially to match her shimmering emerald eyes, with a belt of gold chain links around her waspish waist, the opaque layers of skirting were ruffled as they fell to the floor.&nbsp; The russet red curls she'd done up in a simple twist French braid, it hung thick as a bellrope down her back and away from her bare shoulders, the skin creamy white.<br><br>She checked the time.&nbsp; 6:17.&nbsp; She still had more than ten minutes before her meeting, time enough to check her messages and appointments.&nbsp; Sitting herself at a reproduction antique secretary, she dialed her answering service.&nbsp; <br><br>"Robin Meadows calling in," she said when the young man at the other end of the line answered.&nbsp; "Are there any messages for me?"<br><br>"Yes, Ms. Meadows, there are two.&nbsp; Caller first name Abraham would like to book your time this Thursday and Saturday night between 8 and 10 pm."&nbsp; Robin wrote that down.&nbsp; Abraham was a regular of hers, she'd return his call personally.&nbsp; Her schedule was clear for those nights and times, and she'd be more than happy to see him.&nbsp; "And the second?"&nbsp; <br><br>"The caller identified himself as 'Mr. Smith'" Robin rolled her eyes.&nbsp; That was always how they identified themselves when they were a new client.&nbsp; "And asked for you to call him to discuss meeting.&nbsp; He gave Patricia Calwell as a reference and left his work number, as requested."&nbsp; Robin made a note to call Mr. Smith back later.&nbsp; New clients were low priority given the number of regular gentlemen she saw, but she would at least extend Mr. Smith the courtesy of calling him, as he'd done everything she required of new clients before she would speak with them.&nbsp; Thanking the young man at the answering service, Robin tucked her housekey and ID into her purse, and went out to work for the evening.<br><br>The driver was waiting for her in the elegant lobby of her building; the Lincoln parked in the valet spot out front.&nbsp; He gave her a smile, and held the door open for her.&nbsp; "Mr. Summers instructed me to inform you that there is a splint of champagne, if you would care to have a glass, and he will meet you at the Will Call office at the theatre."<br><br>"Thank you Thomas," she told the driver.&nbsp; She'd been chauffeured by the old man on her dates with Jason Summers enough to feel comfortable to call him by his given name, even if he always insisted on calling her "Miss," as if she was a proper lady, a touch she always found sweet.&nbsp; The night was going to be fairly routine; it would be her fourth time seeing "Sweeney Todd" with its present case, but the gentleman had wanted to see it before dinner, and he was paying the bill, after all.&nbsp; The trip to the New Conservatory Theater was a long one in the early evening traffic, but they would still arrive with plenty of time.&nbsp; Sipping champagne, Robin looked out the window at the passing sights.&nbsp; Just another night's work, about to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-07-2007, 02:15:56</strong>
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				Luc awoke to darkness. The sun had finally set, and life had returned his body once more. He sat up, the motion sensors ativating the lights above him, and the PC nearby came up out of standby mode. He moved smoothly across to it, calling up his list of new messages and scrolling through them.<br><br>"Worthless. Worthless. Worthless." he murmured as he read one after the other. His voice held a faint hint of a French accent, an almost musical inflection of tone. He took a few moments to dash off quick replies to the more important messages, mostly the final approval on a number of business deals being fronted by various of his slaves. <br><br>This task accomplished he moved to the secure door, which hissed as he disengaged the pressure lock. He stepped through into a masterfully decorated bedroom, where a suit was laid out waiting for him. The door slid closed again, the panel covering it blending with the wall. <br><br>The other door opened, and an older man in livery stepped through, bowing as he did so. "Good evening, master." His voice was the cultured British tone so beloved of high class dramas. "I took the liberty of laying out your suit for the evening. Mr Harrison offers his apologies, but he will be unable to join you tonight. He has asked that you enjoy the theatre without him, and he will make amends next week."<br><br>Luc nodded, moving towards the bed and running a critical eye over the clothing. "This will be quite acceptable Carstairs, thank you."<br><br>The butler nodded, and stepped forwards, offering a trio of polaroids forwards. Each was a pretty young woman, a head and shoulders style shot. Luc looked them over, then gestured towards the redhead in the middle. <br><br>"Very good sir." replied Carstairs. "I shall have her sent up immediately. Will you be dining here?"<br><br>"No, I think in the shower." replied Luc. "More convenient that way, hmm?"<br><br>"As you will, sir." replied Carstairs, bowing again and exiting the room through the same door he had entered it. <br><br>A few minutes later, Luc had just finished rinsing himself off when the shower door opened, and nubile figure slipped inside. "Good evening master." she said quietly, smiling at him. Luc returned the smile and moved closer, drawing her into his embrace, his incisors visible as he opened his mouth and pressed it to her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>10-07-2007, 14:50:57</strong>
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				After sunset had painted the last of its purples and reds over the Bay, the sodium lamps lining the streets flickered on, bathing the roads in their intense glow.&nbsp; Robin's car pulled up to the theatre; Thomas was at her door and offering her a hand.&nbsp; "Enjoy the show, Ms. Meadows," the chauffer told her.&nbsp; "I will pick you and Mr. Summers up after the performance."<br><br>"Thank you, Thomas," she said, and entered the theater.&nbsp; Her evening dress was not out of place among the crowds already gathered in the lobby, though it did place her on the high end of formal.&nbsp; Her youth set her apart as well; the New Conservatory was an exclusive theater; tickets available to members only, who tended to hail from the very well-to-do neighborhoods of Nob and Russian Hill.&nbsp; But such was her confidence in herself, visible in the deliberate, swaying way she walked, the set of her shoulders and cast of her chin, that no one would have challenged her right to be there.<br><br>Jason was waiting for her; he'd been early, and the bank president smiled to see her.&nbsp; A portly man in his fifties, he was easily old enough to be her father, but the mutual positioning of body language made it clear from the moment of their contact that she was, in fact, his date for the evening.&nbsp; Robin greeted him with a kiss, chaste, and a warm hug.&nbsp; "So wonderful to see you again, Jason," she said, running a hand along his broad shoulders.&nbsp; "It looks like a full house tonight; however did you manage to get tickets?"&nbsp; A touch of flattery in her voice, not quite enough to be obsequious.<br><br>"Oh, you know," Jason said, vaguely.&nbsp; "A client gave me a pair of tickets and the use of his box.&nbsp; I figured who better to share it with than my favorite girl."<br><br>"Thank you, Jason, it's very sweet of you.&nbsp; Is the theater open for seating yet?"<br><br>"Ah, no, not just yet.&nbsp; Would you like a drink?&nbsp; It should only be a few more minutes."<br><br>"Just a bit of club soda would be fine," Robin answered.&nbsp; She was already feeling a little flush on her cheeks from the champagne she'd had on the way over, and another so soon after the first might be too much for her, on an empty stomach besides.&nbsp; The bank president took the young lady by the arm, and the pair of them moved through the thickening crowds to the upstairs mezzanine, where they sat at the bar and made small talk until showtime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-07-2007, 21:11:30</strong>
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				Luc moved through the crowds in the theatre bar more or less because it was expected. Until the boxes opened, and he could retire to their solitude, he passed his time here. <em>'If nothing else, perhaps I will find a snack for later'</em> he thought, lips curling into a slight smile as he looked around.<br><br>As his gaze took in the length of the bar, he froze. Centuries before, when he still drew breath, he had once been strangled. He still remembered the sensation, as the world around him grew dark, his vision narrowing to a single image, a single point of light. It was that once more, but now what filled his vision was a womans face. Not just any woman's though. <em>Her's!</em><br><br>"Yvette?" The words were barely more than a whisper, but enough to break the spell that held him, and his surroundings rushed in again. He moved towards her where she sat alone at the bar, her head turning towards him as he approached.<br><br>"Yvette? Est-ce tu?" What followed was a furious spill of French, in a dialect that had not been heard in decades, if not centuries. Luc's eyes were bright, and his face radiant as he spoke, obviously delighted to see Robin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>10-07-2007, 22:01:39</strong>
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				Jason had left to attend to a call of nature, leaving her alone at a bar, and, given a full and not immodest understanding of how she looked, she was not surprised at all to be approached by a gentleman.&nbsp; The smile on her face slipped slightly as he called her by a name not hers, and then spoke in something she vaguely recognized as French.&nbsp; She took a breath, thinking back to her school days.<br><br>"Non," she said, her accent rusty, but definitely Parisian, as so many of her teachers had said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Je suis désolé, mon nom n'est pas Yvette."&nbsp; Robin looked at the man.&nbsp; No one she'd seen before, even casually.&nbsp; Not surprising, in a city the size of San Fran, so she turned to other senses, developed by years in the business, to get the best sense of him she could.&nbsp; He wasn't putting her up for a line, she could feel that much.&nbsp; The surprise and delight had been too genuine, not nearly as coy as a man trying a pick-up.&nbsp; What else?&nbsp; He was well-to do, had fine taste. . .in short, the kind of man she was most used to dealing with.&nbsp; The young woman returned his smile.&nbsp; "I'm terribly sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else.&nbsp; Not that I'm not flattered; perhaps even a touch envious, but my name is Robin Meadows."
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-07-2007, 00:00:36</strong>
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				Lucs smile slipped as Robin spoke, and he shook his head slightly, unwilling to believe it. "Non, ce n'est pas possible." His voice trailed off as he looked into her eyes and saw no signs of recognition. He stood silently for a long moment then spoke again. <br><br>"It would seem I owe you an apology, ma'amselle." His voice was more subdued than moments before, but it seemed to recover something of it's strength as he continued. "Truely, the resemblance ... well, as you have already surmised, I thought you someone else. You are identical."<br><br>"Will you allow me an opportunity to make amends for my mistake?" he said.
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				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>11-07-2007, 00:59:59</strong>
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				"Please, sir," it almost was a slip of the tongue, her high school French coming out, that she almost answered him in that way, where her vocabulary would fast be exhausted.&nbsp; "When a man is happy to see me, even if he mistakes me for someone else, amends are never necessary.&nbsp; I would suggest that perhaps you mistook me for my sister, but the fact of the matter is I don't have one, nor would she be an 'Yvette' if I did." <br><br>She took a sip of her club soda, and looked towards the restroom.&nbsp; Some of her gentlemen were so peculiar, they didn't like it if she even talked to another man while on a date with them.&nbsp; "Is she a good friend of yours, this person you thought I was?"
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-07-2007, 01:14:35</strong>
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				"Far, far more than that." replied Luc. "At one time she was everything to me. We did not part under the best of circumstances." His eyes stare past and through Robin, seeing something that still only existed in his mind. <em>La Révolution ... yes, it could certainly be described as not the best of circumstances when one was a noble.</em> he thought.<br><br>With an effort he brought himself back to the here and now. "Afterwards, I searched, but could find no trace of her. I was resigned to her being gone forever, so you may imagine my surprise, my delight, when I saw her ... you ... here." He gave a faint smile, and then spoke again. "But of course you are not her, and so here I am, having made something of a fool of myself."
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				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>11-07-2007, 01:27:52</strong>
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				"In that case, I'm happy that you happened to see me, and remember your friend.&nbsp; The people we love are never really gone, as long as we remember them, and if seeing me brought back fond memories, then the connection you and she had is still there."&nbsp; She gave him her best smile, reached a hand and touched her braid, a clear signal in the language of flirtation that she was interested.<br><br>"And as for feeling the fool, you needn't worry.&nbsp; Actually, I'm beginning to feel a bit silly, since you have two names for me, and I have not one of yours."
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-07-2007, 17:53:35</strong>
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				"It would seem tonight has left me bereft of manners as well as wits." said Luc, with a smile. "I am Luc Delauney, and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance ma'amselle Meadows." He took her hand in his, raising it and brushing his lips slightly against her knuckles.<br><br>"And since I have made not one, but two, such glaring mistakes, please allow me to make amends to you."
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				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>12-07-2007, 14:55:27</strong>
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				"Now Mr. Delauney," Robin said, friendly admonition in her voice.&nbsp; "That is the second time you've offered to make amends.&nbsp; I'd be more than pleased to enjoy the pleasure of your company, but I'm afraid that my gentleman friend would object if I abandoned him."&nbsp; Her emerald eyes sparkled in a way, he remembered with a stab, they had when she sat in Robspierre's salon, and had just made a witty <em>bon mot</em>.&nbsp; It [must] be Yvette, despite her protest, despite her accent, else she'd been reborn in this time, exactly as she had appeared in centuries past.<br><br>"However, if you would offer me a rain check. . ." Robin opened her purse, and took out a business card on ivory stock.&nbsp; Her name, a telephone number, a minimalist business card.&nbsp; This was always a tricky part, if a gentleman who approached her didn't appreciate her line of business; a lack of tact on her part could sour the entire affair, and she'd like to see Luc again.&nbsp; The young woman found him quite charming, and not just a little attractive.&nbsp; "Call this number, and at any time that's convenient for both of us, I'd be more than happy to see you again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-07-2007, 01:42:06</strong>
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				"It will be my pleasure." he said, looking at the card and slipping it into his own wallet, proferring one of his own in return. "I should have realised that such a beautiful woman would not, could not be alone. Since the police would probably frown on my challenging him to a duel for the pleasure of your company I shall say only au revoir, and that I shall be in touch, soon."<br><br>He raised her hand to his lips again, keeping his eyes on hers as his lips brushed againt her knuckles. With one last smile he turned and was gone, melting back into the crowd.<br><br><em>How can this be?</em> he thought. <em>It is Yvette, in every detail. The face, the voice, the manner, it is her, and yet she claims she is not.</em> He took the card from his wallet and looked at it again, tapping it lightly against his hand. <em>I will have my people look into this tomorrow. No, tonight, now.</em><br><br>He moved through the bar, seeking a place of solitude to place a call, and start digging into the history of one Robin Meadows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>13-07-2007, 15:30:34</strong>
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				Robin accepted Luc's card, and blushed faintly as he kissed the back of her hand, shuddering at the feather light sensation of his lips on her hand, even as he could feel the softness of her fingers, smell the faint, floral aroma of her lotion.&nbsp; Shortly after he had departed, Jason returned, and, as best she could, she gave him her undivided attention for the remainder of the evening.&nbsp; They ate dinner at his private club, and retired to their apartment, where the banker went into her bed and left shortly thereafter, leaving a plain white envelope on the nightstand before he went home to his wife and children.<br><br>Afterwards, Robin lay awake in her apartment, the blinds open, allowing a kaleidescope of color to fall across the bedroom.&nbsp; Luc Delauney.&nbsp; His face appeared before her, every time she closed her eyes.&nbsp; Why should that be?&nbsp; He was just a man, charming, certainly.&nbsp; Handsome, beyond a doubt.&nbsp; But he was just a man, and she'd known so many men.&nbsp; She was too. . .jaded?&nbsp; was that the word? to believe in romance, but something about the way he had looked into her eye had made her feel, just for a moment, as if she was this Yvette he'd thought her to be, and felt the force of his love for her.<br><br>But it was only an illusion.&nbsp; Had to be.&nbsp; She didn't believe in love, not a romantic love that the poets talked about.&nbsp; It was just an. . unusually powerful attraction.&nbsp; Yes, that had to be it.&nbsp; And why not?&nbsp; Wasn't she entitled to desire too?<br><br>Even though Jason had been perfectly adequate as a partner, satisfied her in that way, Robin placed a hand between her legs, imagining Luc in the bed with her, and sighing, brought herself to release with fantasies of her French gentleman.<br><br>Only afterwards was she able to rest, showering and finding a good book to read until sleep claimed her.<br><br>***<br><br>Meanwhile, Luc's people ran their fingers through records, both public and those not so public, and assembled by the next evening a folder on the young Ms. Meadows.&nbsp; Carstairs summarized the information as he lay out his master's suite the next evening.<br><br>"She was born in Des Moines, Iowa, twenty-three years ago.&nbsp; When she was sixteen, she ran away from home and ended up in Los Angeles, where she was arrested three times and plead guilty to one count of solicitation.&nbsp; Since then, she has not been arrested by any law enforcement agency, nor appeared before any court.&nbsp; The telephone number you gave is answered by a service, who are happy to inform a caller of the procedure and the rates of her services.<br><br>"She is a prostitute, sir.&nbsp; An expensive one, perhaps with a touch of class, and discreet enough not to be arrested for it, but a whore, plain and simple.&nbsp; If you wish the pleasure of her companionship, the cost of her 'donation' will be five hundred dollars for an hour, seven hundred for two, or a thousand dollars for an entire evening's 'companionship.'"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-07-2007, 02:05:45</strong>
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				Luc waved Carstairs away, quietly reading through the dossier that had been prepared. At length he sat back in the overstuffed office chair at his desk, steepling his fingers in front of him. His eyes were unfocussed, staring at something only he could see. "Yvette was always a woman of great passion." he thought, eyes flicking at the photo in the dossier in front of him. The woman that stared back at him ... Robin ... everything about her was Yvette. Well, everything that he had so far seen of her.<br><br>He picked up the picture, looking down at it. "I wonder ma'amselle, do you have the same passions?" In his mind floated an image of Yvette in the throws of passion, her head thrown back, eyes closed, body shaking as she screamed her pleasure. <br><br>"Let us see if you do. Are you Yvette come again?" he murmured. He had always dismissed ideas like destiny, and reincarnation, but to find this woman, after all this time. He let the thought trail off, uncertain as to what conclusion it would even come to.<br><br>He pressed a buzzer on his intercom, and after a few moments Carstairs appeared again. "Sir?"<br><br>Luc gestured towards the dossier. "Please make an appointment, for tomorrow evening. Offer up to five thousand dollars if she has anything else arranged. I will also provide clothing for her to wear. You will find the details of those prepared within the hour."<br><br>Carstairs nodded. "Very good sir. Will there be anything else?"<br><br>Luc shook his head. "Not for the moment. Leave me with my thoughts."<br><br>Carstairs nodded once more, withdrawing and closing the door behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>15-07-2007, 14:43:39</strong>
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				The day after her date with Jason, Robin woke a little earlier than her usual time, and left her building by three in the afternoon.&nbsp; First to the gym, where she spend ninety minutes on various pieces of machinery, moving iron weights back and forth and running in place.&nbsp; She saw a few people at the health club she was on first name basis with, and chatted them up in her routine, and in the sauna afterwards.&nbsp; The young woman looked at herself critically in the changing room mirrors after showering off.&nbsp; Not an ounce of spare fat on her frame, soft in the places men liked women to be soft, with well-formed definition along her arms and shoulders, hips, buttocks, and the youthful shine on her skin that her youth still afforded her.&nbsp; Robin knew better than anyone that she couldn't stay in the came forever; she had to take care of herself to make it out as long as she could; save up enough for an early retirement, and then find something to occupy herself with.&nbsp; It was working out so far; as she figured things, she'd be able to pay off her mortgage completely in another year or two, and then she'd own her apartment free and clear, and only need enough to live off of.<br><br>Part of taking care of herself meant her health, too, so from the gym it was off to the doctor's for her six monthlies.&nbsp; No surprises; her blood test came back clean, heart rate and blood pressure all sterling, good cholesterol high, bad cholesterol low, all good stuff.<br><br>But because she'd rushed from the gym to the doctor's, Robin had missed her first meal of the day, and was a little low-blood sugared when she returned home.&nbsp; Before she could fix herself something, she called in her messages, and learned that Luc had asked for her that night, within two hours, as a matter of fact.&nbsp; <br><br>Luc.&nbsp; She'd known he'd call, but she could not predict how he'd react to learning her profession.&nbsp; Most men were surprised, even intruiged by hiring an escort, but there were those that felt that her friendliness and flirtation had all been a sham, and refused to have anything to do with her.&nbsp; Worse still were those vehemently opposed to the profession as a mere concept, and left choice words with the poor young men and women at her service that she usually ended up apologizing for.&nbsp; No way to know how a man would react, but Robin was glad Luc wasn't one of the nasties.&nbsp; She smiled, and took down his number, placing a call to the number Carstairs left with her.<br><br>"Carstairs, is it?&nbsp; Please, tell Luc that I would be delighted to spend the evening with him.&nbsp; You can send anything in particular her would like me to wear to my building."&nbsp; She gave the address.&nbsp; "And the doormen will bring it right up."&nbsp; She hesitated for a half-second, giving the phone cord an anxious twist around her fingers.&nbsp; "Did, I mean, did Luc say anything about.&nbsp; No, I'm sorry, nevermind."&nbsp; She confirmed the time, and rang off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-07-2007, 01:02:00</strong>
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				Within 20 minutes of the phone being set back down, the doorbell to Robin's appartment rang. A quick check revealed one of the doormen standing there with a large, flattish looking parcel. "Courier just brought this." he said when she opened the door. "Said it was urgent."<br><br>Inside was a black silk evening dress, the paper covering it rustling as it was lifted away. The dress was of exceptional quality, floor length with a slit in one side that ran almost to waist height, and cut very low in the back. Along with it was a garter belt and set of stockings, each piece in black silk. Set atop the lot was a single red rose, and a card that read simply "Ce soir." The card appeared hand written, with flowing strokes of fine calligraphy.<br><br>As Robin lifted it out, something in the box shifted with a slight clatter. A few moments searching through the paper found one last piece. A thin ribbon, black silk once more, from which dangled a small, blood red stone. As she lifted it, she could picture it in her minds eye, the silk around her neck, the stone nestled in the hollow of her throat, glistening like a drop of blood against her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>16-07-2007, 02:15:00</strong>
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				"Luc," Robin said as she held the dress against her body.&nbsp; "This is gorgeous."&nbsp; Her estimation of the man went up by another degree, even before she found the pendant.&nbsp; Black really wasn't her color, but she had enough taste to know that a gown like this was designer, if not one of a kind.&nbsp; Moreover, she knew that she could make it look good, and that it would please her gentleman to see her in it.<br><br>The stockings and garter went first, the silk unrolling across her smooth, freshly shaved legs, feeling decadently soft against her thighs.&nbsp; Then the dress, nimble arms reaching behind her to find the zipper, only to find instead a series of fasteners, which she worked with only moderately more difficulty.&nbsp; And then the silk ribbon, around her throat, the stone cool and vivid against her pale throat.&nbsp; Robin looked herself in the mirror, adjusted the dress, smoothed an imaginary run in her stocking, and adjusted the plunging neckline so that the top of her bosom was just barely visible against the fabric.&nbsp; It fit her like a dream, like it had been made for her.<br><br>But there was more. . .Robin went to her sewing table (why she kept it, she didn't know, she almost never used the machine anymore), and rummaged through her bin of material odds and ends, until she found another piece of black silk, with edging in gold.&nbsp; Gathering up her dark red curls, she tied a simple bow at the back of her head, and let her hair fall in barely controlled ringlets about her shoulders and bare back.&nbsp; <br><br>One more thing.&nbsp; Shoes, she needed shoes.&nbsp; She went to her closet, and looked around.&nbsp; Flat or heel?&nbsp; Low or high?&nbsp; What would Luc like best?&nbsp; She decided on the Gucci heels, with a little strap around the ankle, that added another two inches to her height, gave her calves that excellent shape as she moved in the dress, the slit giving glimpses of leg as she put her hip into her swaying walk.<br><br>Yes, she was ready for Luc. . .Luc, her gentleman, her evening beau, who she was, curiously, wonderfully, excited to see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 02:27:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the appointed hour, a black limo pulled up outside Robins building. The driver exited the car, entered the lobby of her building, and informed the doorman that he was here to collect her.<br><br>When she arrived down, he greeted her with a respectful bow, and ushered her to the car. He held the door open, allowing her to slide inside, and closed the door behind her. <br><br>Overhead a dim light glowed, the silohette of the driver appearing behind the screen in front of her. Near her feet sat a bottle of champagne, chilling in a bucket of ice. A second bottle, a dusky amber in colour, bore only a small label reading "Ragnaud-Sarbourin ~ 1873". <br><br>On the seat, opposite where she had entered the car was a black domino style mask, with a small spray of feathers on the left side. Though it appeared plain, closer examination would reveal the traceries worked into it,small chips of onyx that would catch the light and make the it sparkle.<br><br>Over the intercom came the voice of the driver. "Good evening ma'am. We should be reaching the ball in about 20 minutes. There is champagne and cognac both there for your pleasure. If you wish something else, there's a cabinet built into the back of the compartment, which holds a fair selection of drinks. If you need anything else, the intercom switch should be near your hand, on the door panel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 03:37:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Very deliberate to thank the driver that had been sent to fetch her, Robin spent some time getting her feel for the inside of the limo.&nbsp; Infinitely customizable, the luxury car gave her something of an insight into Luc's personality; he enjoyed his comforts and his privacy; the dark tinted windows were reflective from the outside, but perfectly clear to see through.<br><br>And his taste was exquisite.&nbsp; She did not know the vinter or the label, but the color alone told her the quality of the brandy, and the young woman took her lip in her teeth, curious.&nbsp; <br><br>Robin pressed the button.&nbsp; "Driver?&nbsp; I hate to be a bother, but do you happen to know if they are going to serve dinner at the ball?&nbsp; I left home on an empty stomach, and unless I can persuade you to stop off somewhere for a very quick something, this very excellent cognac would go straight to my head."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 11:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe a buffet is fairly standard at these affairs." came the response a moment later, the voice crackling just a little. "If you really need something, well, we could hit a drive through, but I'm afraid it wouldn't exactly be offering gourmet cooking. Failing that, I've got an onion bagel here with ham and swiss that I could part with."<br><br>The screen separating the two came down. "Sorry, I think the intercom is playing up a little there. You came through slightly broken up. So, do you have a preference for anything? Hitting a drive through won't slow us down much." He glanced at the clock on the dash, before meeting Robins gaze in the mirror again. "I think we're good for time yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 13:52:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No no, that's alright.&nbsp; I just wanted to make sure that I could have a glass now and not need to worry about later.&nbsp; It wouldn't be fair to L. . .to Mr. Delauney if I didn't drink responsibly."&nbsp; The young woman traded seats, sitting half turned against the wall with the screen when the driver lowered it to speak with him more easily.&nbsp; The elegant mask she lifted off, resting her chin in her hands as poured a glass of the amber liquor.&nbsp; <br><br>"I had very little notice by the time I retrieved my messages and returned Mr. Delauney's call that I'd missed lunch, and since I didn't know exactly how we would enjoy each other's company tonight, I didn't eat before I left, either.&nbsp; Are we going to a fundraiser?&nbsp; I didn't know that there was anyone holding a masquerade ball tonight, but then again, I don't read the society pages either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 14:31:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The driver nodded as Robin spoke, a brief twinkle appearing in his eyes as she mentioned the 'enjoying each others company', though his face remained politely attentive. <br><br>"I think this one is more fund raiser than society do." he said, when she was done. "I've lost count of the number of societies, organizations, businesses and what not that the boss is involved in, to some degree or other. Generally he doesn't attend that many social events though. He prefers to do the whole anonymous benefactor bit."<br><br>His eyes met hers in the mirror, and it looked for a moment like he was going to say something more, then they returned to the road.<br><br>"I think the one tonight is for some medical research or other. Probably something with a name as long as your arm." he added, smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 15:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That can be tough, the entire anonymous benefactor thing.&nbsp; I gave the Humane Society some money once and every spring they try to get me to adopt a puppy," Robin said, cheerfully ignoring the knowing twinkle in the driver's eye.&nbsp; She poured herself a finger's worth of congac, sipped slowly.&nbsp; Oh, that burned; good brandy always did, leaving a trail of warmth down her throat and spreading through her stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>"So a lot of doctors and pharma industry reps?&nbsp; OK."&nbsp; She could hobnob with the tycoons as well as anyone; part of what she called her job without a trace of irony was her ability to talk to people, all sorts of people, and make them feel utterly at ease.&nbsp; She considered herself quite accomplished at that.&nbsp; "It's a wonder that Mr. Delauney and I haven't met before.&nbsp; I go to a few of these kinds of thing every year, usually, and he seemed very. . .animated. . .to make my acquaintance.&nbsp; Has he lived in San Francisco long?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 15:59:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Doctors, researchers, and some of the great and good of the city." confirmed the driver, nodding. "Plus the usual bunch who simply want to be seen."<br><br>He waited as Robin spoke again, and made a considering 'hmm' noise before replying. "Not that long. Less than a year certainly. Lemme see, it was ...." his voice trailed off slightly, half muttering for a few moments. "About 7 months I think, or just short of that. And like I said, he's not really a huge fan of these social events, generally speaking."<br><br>His eyes flicked up to meet hers in the mirror before returning to the road. "Think you'll meet any old acquaintances tonight yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 16:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps I will," Robin said.&nbsp; She could, if given to naming names, produce the names of two researchers at Berkeley Medical who enjoyed her companionship from time to time.&nbsp; But part of what she offered was discretion, and she would not acknowledge knowing anyone she met that she had serviced professionally, not unless they approached her first and signaled recognition.<br><br>"Not long at all then.&nbsp; I certainly hope he intends to remain; you don't meet many gentlemen like him these days."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 16:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a shrug when Robin spoke about remaining, then nodded in acknowledgment of her opinion of Luc. "No, he's a pretty good sort. I've certainly worked for worse. As for staying around ..." His voice trailed off with another shrug. "My guess is we'll be here a while, but I'm way down the food chain, and no one tells me nothing." he said cheerfully. <br><br>After a few moments silence he spoke again. "So, you want to get a bite of something before we arrive? If so, we'll need to do it now. Once I get out into the main traffic, that's going to be us til we arrive."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 16:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman put her empty snifter down on the ledge, where the screen slid.&nbsp; "And this will be it for me until we arrive.&nbsp; As long as I eat something before I drink any more, I'll be fine.&nbsp; Lay on, MacDuff," she said, and sat back.<br><br>Slipping her mask back in place, Robin ran a finger on her thighs, loving the way the stockings felt against her skin, sliding so smooth and soft.&nbsp; OK, maybe she was looking forward to seeing Luc again more than because she was being paid.&nbsp; But where was it written that she couldn't enjoy her work?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 17:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The partition slid shut again with a smooth hum, the remainder of the ride passing in silence. Robin watched the city passing by through darkened windows, the car coming smoothly to a halt outside one of the smaller conference centres that dotted the city.<br><br>The security on the door were very professional, whisking Robin inside within moments of her arrival. A concierge led her through a small number of corridors, to a set of thick drapes, from behind which she could hear strains of music and the hum of conversation.<br><br>As she entered the room, she could see perhaps a hundred people in evening dress, her trained eye picking up those who were apparently forced into suits for the evening through to the ones in designer dresses and suits. At one end was a stage with orchestra, which fell silent as a man moved smoothly towards the microphone that sat centre stage.<br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen." His rich tones echoed through the room, causing conversation to falter, and heads to turn. Robin could recognise the faint musical accent even through the distortion of the speaker system. <br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to remind you of something." The conversation had now died entirely away, the crowd focused on the stage. <br><br>"I am here to remind you that money ..." The figure on the stage produced a single bill from inside his jacket, impossible to tell its value at this distance. " ... is inherently worthless. An odd thing to hear me say, I know, but think on it. Can you eat this?" The bill flapped in his hand as he wafted it back and forth. "Will it keep you warm on a cold night? Will it tell it that it loves you?"<br><br>He paused to look around. "If it does that, then Gerry here ..." he indicated a balding man standing on the floor nearby, "... can give you professional help with that, for only $500 an hour." A small bubble of laughter from those nearby rolled across the room.<br><br>"No, in all seriousness, money is nothing more than a tool. A means to an end. What we do with that money, that is what is important. What these people do, what they seek to learn, and bring to the world, that is important." His arm rose, gesturing across the room. "And we can ... and willl ... help them do that."<br><br>He stood in silence for a moment longer. "Thank you." <br><br>From across the room, Robin could feel his eyes lock with hers, and see the smile on his face. He hopped down off the stage and began to move through the crowd.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 18:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even for someone who had been to these black-tie and mask affairs before, Robin thought that Luc's speech was an odd one; normally the patrons of the society or guests of honor went on about their pride to have contributed to the cause, or full of complimentary words for the doctors and researchers, or reminding people of the grim disease or condition they were working against.&nbsp; But it was a good one, she'd not deny that, more for the way in which he gave it than for what he actually said.&nbsp; He had a stage presence, a beautiful voice that he knew how to use to good effect, and she was smiling at him even before his eyes found hers, her lips bright beneath the domino mask.<br><br>"Luc," she called him, greeting him with open arms, a warm, friendly hug.&nbsp; "I'm so glad you called; I was hoping to see you again.&nbsp; And the gift," she said, twirling in her black ensemble, letting the slit part and show a modest bit of thigh, letting him see how well the dress fit her, displayed the charms wrapped in its black softness, "is marvelous.&nbsp; I love it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 19:24:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc enfolded her with a hug that lasted a hair longer than proper, and she could see the twinkle in his eyes as he released her, his eyes flicking momentarily down her body, his lips curling in a lazy smile. He knew that she would notice, and indeed seemed to want her to.<br><br>"I am glad you could make it on such short notice" he replied, stepping up and offering her his arm. "I am glad the dress met with your approval. I was unsure I had the measurements quite exact, but it seems I have not lost my touch there, hmm?" he said, steering them through the small knots of people that began to congregate.<br><br>He gestured towards the side of the hall, where a long buffet table was laid out almost to overflowing. "Tell me, have you eaten yet? If not, please, feel free to indulge in whatever you desire." His eyes twinkled again, a knowing smile indicating the deliberate choice of words. He leaned in closer to her, half turning, and his fingertips traced the line of her jaw as he spoke softly into her ear, his hand sliding down to the hollow of her back, and nestling in the curve of her body. "There are some people I must, regrettably, speak with. I would spare you that tedium, if you wish to eat now." <br><br>His mouth was a bare fraction of an inch from her ear, enough that she could almost feel his lips brush her lobe when he spoke. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 19:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head to Luc, he became intimately aware of the scent of her.&nbsp; First the powder on her skin, smooth, and clean.&nbsp; And then the perfume layered on top of that; a hint of white musk, patchouli, and fig, bright and crisp.&nbsp; And, just a hint, deep down beneath it all, only detectable because his senses were far more aware than a bloodhound's, the unmistakable smell of a woman's desire.&nbsp; Robin placed her hand on his arm as she was led.&nbsp; "I have not, in fact.&nbsp; I didn't know if you wanted to have dinner with me, but your driver was kind enough to fill me in on the details.<br><br>"I could go with eating now, sure, but if you wanted me to come with you to meet your people. . ." she trailed off, leaving it up to him.&nbsp; Some men liked showing her off, and to some degree, Robin didn't mind showing herself off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 21:54:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin could feel the faintest inrush of air across her skin as Luc drew in a deep breath, like he was trying to inhale the very essence of her. "It is a gracious offer" he said, "But you need food, if you are to keep your strength for dancing half the night away, hmm? And besides, without you at my side, I may part from them quicker, telling them of my desire to return to you, and they will believe it."<br><br>He drew back from her slightly, enough so she could meet his gaze. "The night is yet young, and holds so much more than this." he said softly, pressing on her gently with his will, letting his minds eyes create images of their two bodies entwined, sweat slicked, whilst their musk filled the air.<br><br>He took her hand, raising it to his lips, then letting it fall once more. "Eat, and I will return soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-07-2007, 22:20:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With his power, Luc could have torn Robin's discretion to shreds, and seeing her react to the light touch, he knew it, too.&nbsp; For all she resembled&nbsp; his beloved, it was a human mind he touched, human desires he flamed, as in Robin's imagination, she saw the pair of them lying on beds of softest satin, naked and moaning into the night beneath the cool light of the moon, and she felt herself grow warm between the legs at the thought, her eyes shining like bright jewels with her excitement.&nbsp; "I will wait for you," she said in a whisper, surprised by her own reaction to the thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-07-2007, 00:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc simply nodded and moved away through the crowd. He drifted through the assorted people, exchanging pleasentries, but his mind was elsewhere. <em>It seems you are not Yvette after all</em> he thought. <em>Not yet at least. But within you, the same fires burn that filled her spirit, the same passions that drove her. All it needs is for them to be awakened, and properly tended.</em><br><br>It took some ten or fifteen minutes for him to attend to the obligatory conversations, stroking the egos of those that needed it, and ensuring his own goals were progressed. He circled back via the stage, instructing the conductor, quietly, to begin the dance music in a few minutes, at his nod.<br><br>That done, he returned to where he had left Robin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>18-07-2007, 13:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little bit of food in her stomach; nothing fancy, some cheese on bread did for fat and protein, and she no longer felt the flush brought on by the cognac, even dared a glass of champagne.&nbsp; Through her brief meal, Robin found that she could not get the image Luc had suggested to her out of her mind; the lovemaking that would come after dancing half the night away with him, her body and his, together, burned by shared passions.&nbsp; She knew it would happen, knew even before she left the house; it was what she was being paid for, after all.&nbsp; But this was almost an obsession, the way she learned to see what his body looked like beneath that fine cut of suit, to run her hands and tongue on his pale skin.<br><br>Her thighs pressed tightly together as she sat, drinking champagne, until the music started, and her gentleman approached her.&nbsp; Dabbing her lips daintily with a napkin, she stood, offering Luc her hand.&nbsp; "I should have known you weren't being figurative.&nbsp; I'm an excellent dancer, I must warn you.&nbsp; Can you keep up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-07-2007, 16:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds almost like a challenge." replied Luc, drawing Robin to her feet and leading her out onto the dance floor. "Perhaps I should be asking you if you can keep up with me?"<br><br>He turned towards the musicians on their stage and nodded, and the light music that had been playing ceased abruptly. Instead the first beats of a tango sounded through out room, drawing a curious murmur from parts of the crowd, not many of whom had been dancing anyway.<br><br>Luc did not so much step in to Robin as flow, his body all but molding to hers as the music began, his arms taking her, and guiding her around the room. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver through her, one almost predatory in its focus. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>18-07-2007, 17:07:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't a skill that she was called upon to use often, but Robin, as it turned out, was an excellent amateur when it came to classic dance.&nbsp; She couldn't keep up with Luc, with his years of experience beyond hers, and superhuman agility besides, but she followed his lead, pliable in his hands as if she'd been molded for them, her eyes shining with excitement as she twirled, a wake of black silk following the twists and turns of her hips.<br><br>"Did you go outside?" she asked in a whisper.&nbsp; "You're quite cold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-07-2007, 02:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I shall have to look to you to warm me back up." replied Luc, drawing Robin tight against him. For just a moment she could feel the length of him pressing against her body, then he spun her out again.<br><br>As the final notes of music faded away there was a smattering of applause from around the room. A brief look around showed that they had been the only couple taking advantage of the passionate music, and Luc's smile showed his clear enjoyment of it. As the musicians began on something more sedate, other couples slipped onto the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>20-07-2007, 03:55:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I can do that," Robin promised as her hand drifted to the small of his back, her eyes and smile warm, promising all that he wanted, all he wished of her, and more.&nbsp; If only she knew what she was offering, she might not so joyfully present it to him, her shining eyes and bright expression indicating nothing more than her complete and utter delight to be, for the evening.&nbsp; "Now that every woman in the room wants to kill me, and every man here wants to be you, do you suppose they'd miss us if we slipped away?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-07-2007, 18:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Given our little display," he said, smiling, "I think we would almost certainly be noticed if we tried to slip away." His hands were firm on her body as he led her around the dance floor, guiding her with his body. "Besides, I have plans for how tonight is to proceed ... with your permission of course." he added.<br><br>As the tempo of the music slowed, he brought her tighter in against him, his head near her ear, speaking softly. "I want the pleasure of your company chéri, willingly. Let our business tonight stop after we leave this place, and let the remainder be personal, because it is what we both want. Not far from here is a hotel. In that hotel is a room where candles burn low, and rose petals are scattered across a bed of silk sheets, and fragrance fills the air. Will you honour me with your presence there?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>21-07-2007, 21:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Luc," she said, slowing their movement across the dance floor to a languid, soft steps.&nbsp; "I can see the hotel room you've just described like something in a sweet dream I had, and only now just remembered.&nbsp; I would very, very much like to join you there.&nbsp; I believe your eyes would almost glow by candlelight.&nbsp; Whenever you'd like," she promised drawing back from him, moistening her lips.&nbsp; "I'm having a simply marvelous time; it has been just ages since I've been dancing.&nbsp; You're nothing but a perfect gentleman, and I can hardly wait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-07-2007, 22:16:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is a gentleman such a rare thing to find?" said Luc, his eyes gazing deep into Robins as he led her across the dancefloor. "And while I can lay claim to many things, perfection is not one of them." he said, smiling.<br><br>"No, let us simply enjoy the moment, for what it is, and let tonight bring what it will in it's own time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>22-07-2007, 19:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are a great number of men," Robin said tactfully, "who are less than gentlemanly towards me, either because manners just doesn't seem to be something parents feel it is important to teach their children these days, or because, for whatever reason, they enjoy treating me poorly."&nbsp; She smiled, and Luc could read around the edges of what she wasn't saying that Robin, despite being a whore, quite objected when her clients <em>treated</em> her like one.<br><br>"And believe you me, I've no objection to being exactly where I am at the moment.&nbsp; I am having a delightful time."&nbsp; But Luc's senses could smell her growing arousal, beneath her perfume and powder, and knew that the longer she spent with him, the greater her need would grow, even if she was quite accomplished at masking it behind her beaming face and steady eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-07-2007, 23:52:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc breathed in deeply through his nose, enjoying the scent of Robin that filled his nostrils. He could tell she was becoming aroused, and knew that the longer he left it, the more aroused she would become, especially with the subtle touches of his hands against her body that would keep it growing.<br><br>In the back of his own mind, he had to confess that he was enjoying letting the anticipation build in himself. It had been too long since any woman had stirred such feelings in him. In his minds eyes he slowly undressed her, revealing one expanse of pale skin after another, til she stood all but naked in the moonlight before him, her skin glowing in the pale beams that filtered through the open window of the room.<br><br>As they danced he leaned in to whisper quietly in her ear. "I think a little longer and we will have done our civic duty here. Then I will look forwards to seeing your skin glow in the moonlight."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>23-07-2007, 00:38:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin missed a step in her dance, eyes widening in momentary shock.&nbsp; "Luc. . .I'm sorry, but I was just thinking those exact same words.&nbsp; I was wondering what you would look like in the moonlight.&nbsp; What a strange thing to think; there's almost never any moonlight in the city, not bright enough for a romantic image like that. . ." she sighed, and fell back to follow his lead.<br><br>In her imagination, though, the moon shone bright, like the only lamp in the heavens, upon Luc, her Luc, pale shoulders broad, skin smooth and paler than ivory, cool against her heat.&nbsp; She hadn't felt this intently for a client in ages, and even if she had known what subtle arts he worked on her, she was fast approaching the point where it did not matter any more; she had to have him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-07-2007, 21:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is more than this city out there." he said, smiling, effortlessly keeping Robin in place as the moved across the dance floor. "I know places where the moonlight falls in streams of silver, bathing the ground til it glows. When the fog swirls in, it looks like you are dancing across the clouds themselves, and the moon hangs so close you could reach up and pluck it from the sky."<br><br>Luc unconsciously fed a little of the memory to Robin, so she could feel the chill of the mountain air on her skin, see the landscape exactly as described, and smell the scent of the pine needles in the air, almost as if she could remember it herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 15:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mind pliant to his push, her imagination fills in the rest, and for a moment, Robin <em>was</em> in that forest, the hint of winter's chill bringing gooseflesh along her arms, her ears hearing not the orchestra, but the gentle nightbird and lonely wolf filling the night with music.&nbsp; On mossy forest floor, she danced with Luc, their pale skin gleaming beneath the moon and stars.<br><br>He saw this, in her eyes, as if he'd painted the image there with exquisite brush on the emerald canvas, and it took a gathering of her will to refocus on the San Francisco dance floor, to break the spell and ground herself in the now again.&nbsp; "I imagine you know lots of places as magical as that," she said.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-07-2007, 01:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know places of such beauty to make you weep at the sight of them." replied Luc softly. "But they fade without another to appreciate their beauty with."<br><br>He looked up as the music drew to a close, and the couples drifted from the dance floor, to eat, drink and talk while the musicians took a short break of their own.<br><br>Luc stepped back a step from Robin, bowing over her hand, and brushing her knuckles with his lips. "Thank you for the dance ma'amselle. It was a pleasure indeed." Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he looked at her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>25-07-2007, 03:07:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>D'accord</em>," Robin replied, her eyes closing as if to savor every last moment of his lips on her hand, as if it were a pleasure of ultimate indulgence, and had come after a lifetime of denial.&nbsp; When she opened her eyes again, they were moist with joyful tears.&nbsp; Her professional demeanor, her cynical shell of self-preservation was beginning to fade beneath the warmth of Luc's charm, and not inconsiderable supernatural abilities, and she sailed through uncharted waters of romance and requited desire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-07-2007, 02:22:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc smiled warmly back at Robin, the warmth of her smile and even those scant few words of French, the look, the voice, it was Yvette come again. His memories threatened to overwhelm him for a moment, and his hand rose to his mouth, covered by a cough.<br><br>"If you will pardon me for a few moments, I must answer natures call." he said. "I shall return momentarily." With another small bow he excused himself, retreating through the crowds to solitude of the bathroom.<br><br><em>And what will you tell her now?</em> the little voice in his mind said. <em>Will you tell her the truth of your nature, of your existance? You cannot even call it life here in your own mind. Do you fear she will flee from you, revile you?</em><br><br>His eyes stared into the distance, face expressionless, a calm mask he did not feel. <em>If we ...</em> the thought took him by surprised. The thought that he considered even a <em>we</em> showed how much she had gotten to him.<br><br><em>Do you tell her now, before you take her to the hotel? Will she even want to be in the same room as you then?</em> the voice asked.<br><br><em>I do not know.</em> he thought in reply. <em>But I must be honest with her.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>01-08-2007, 18:39:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc's departure was abrupt, especially as she had fallen so deeply into rapport with the vampire that the rest of the world had melted away into oblivion as far as she was concerned, and she had not realized or even cared that they were still at a social function, still dancing to their own music, and, now alone, Robin gave a small, embarrassed smile to those that looked on at her (and there were no few of those), and left the dance floor.&nbsp; She sat at an unoccupied seat, and, as a waiter passed, took a glass of champagne and drank it as if it were water.<br><br><em>OK, girl, calm down.&nbsp; Good thing he had to powder his nose, or you might have gone off the deep end.</em>&nbsp; She spent a few minutes trying to compose herself, trying to ignore the fact that, for the first time in years, she wasn't peddling an illusion of unrestrained female companionship, that she was, in fact, truly desirous of Luc, wanted him as badly as she wanted any man she had ever met.<br><br><em>He's a gentleman, you're being paid.&nbsp; Be professional about this.</em>&nbsp; Maybe he was like this with every woman he bedded, paid for or not.&nbsp; Maybe Old World charm was just part of the package.&nbsp; No matter that he insisted on their first meeting that she reminded him of someone he knew once; she had no reason to believe that she was anything more to him than the evening's <em>piece de resitance</em>, a little something sweet at the end.<br><br>Her eyes grew more focused as she successfully talked herself back into sanity, and she finished the drink, waiting for Luc with a pleasant, professional smile on her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-08-2007, 14:40:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc returned after a few minutes, in which time Robin had composed herself once more. As he reached her he gave another short bow and extended his hand to her. "Would you care to take the night air with me? There is a small atrium here, and the night is quite lovely."<br><br>He smiled down at her, but Robin could detect a momentary flash of something else, an almost imperceptible tightening of his face, before it was smoothed over again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>03-08-2007, 23:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Offering her hand, the young lady rose, smoothing her exquisite gown across her thighs as she slipped her arm through Luc's.&nbsp; "What exactly is an atrium?&nbsp; I know what it is in the sense of, if I was in one, I could say I was in an atrium, but do you know what the word means?&nbsp; I've always wondered."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-08-2007, 15:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm afraid I do not." replied Luc. "Like yourself, I had never given it that great a deal of thought." He slipped his arm through hers, and led her outside. <br><br>Overhead the moon hung high in the sky, the occasional clouds that passed across its face alternately lightening darkening the atrium, causing the shadows within to appear to move. Luc led Robin to a small bench, and withdrew his arm from hers, silently gesturing for her to sit with an extended hand.<br><br>"Robin, there are things I must say to you, things I wish you to know." He broke off, a rue chuckle sounding from the dark as a shadow drifted across his face. "I feel like little more than a child again, half unsure of what I want to say, or how to say it. Do you see what you do to me?" The tone of his voice held wry amusement.<br><br>"When we met, I thought you were Yvette, and I told you that we had not parted under the best of circumstances. I do not mean that we argued. The circumstances were the French Revolution. I lost her in the mayhem that swept through Paris in 1792. It was not a good time to be a noble, and she was a Vicomtesse."<br><br>"No doubt you wonder how this could be, or if I am a liar or perhaps simply insane. The answer is not so simple." He took a moment to kneel in front of Robin, bringing his eyes almost level with her. "I am a vampire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>09-08-2007, 03:42:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The length of time Robin was off her game by Luc's admission was exactly as long as it took her to blink three times in rapid succession.&nbsp; Then her smile was fixed back in place, as if their conversation had not suddenly taken a strange turn, her green eyes warm and inviting.&nbsp; "Why are you telling me this, Luc?"&nbsp; Not, <em>what are you, nuts?</em> not <em>be serious[/b] or anything of the sort.&nbsp; "What would you like me to say back to you?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-08-2007, 01:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc gave a faint smile at Robins response. "I do not know what I want you to say." he replied. "I meant what I said earlier. I wish our business arrangement to be concluded once we leave this building tonight. Should anything happen after that, it would be because we both want it. For that reason, I choose to reveal myself to you, to place myself in your hands. If you wish to be with me, it will be in the full understanding of who and what I am." <br><br>He stood silent for several long moments, then spoke again. "Do you believe me? Or do you wish to see proof of my claims?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>10-08-2007, 15:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything that happens between us happens between two consenting adults.&nbsp; You paid for my time, not my services," Robin said, with a bit of dullness, as if stating something she'd practiced until it had become second-nature for her to repeat at a moment's notice.<br><br>She looked at the kneeling man, seeing that he wasn't just trying to get her to play along with a vampire fetish he wanted to roleplay.&nbsp; He was serious, she decided.&nbsp; "Of course I believe you," she said, as convincingly as she could, which was very much so.&nbsp; "But what does that mean you intend to do?&nbsp; Are you going to. . ." she was unable to finish the question, bringing a hand to her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-08-2007, 16:22:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and shook his head. "While I do not deny I would very much enjoy that, I do not force my attentions on the unwilling. There are enough who would willingly offer me their throats."<br><br>He rose slowly to his feet, sliding back out of arms reach of Robin as he did so. "You do not believe me." He smiled faintly. "I do not blame you for that. In your place perhaps I would think the same way. Let me give you a small demonstration."<br><br>He stepped back further, moving out of sight of anyone who might be standing at the door of the atrium, screening himself with some bushes.<br><br>"Watch."<br><br>As Robin watched, he began to rise slowly into the air. An inch. Two. Three. More than could be attributed to the illusions of street magic. Six inches. Eight. A full foot of empty air hung beneath his feet, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, and a faint smile still etched on his face.<br><br>Then he moved forwards, as if walking on the air itself. No more than a pace closer, and then he settled to the ground as smoothly as he had risen. <br><br>"Now you believe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>12-08-2007, 16:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The color had leeched from her face as Luc demonstrated, plainly and inarguably, that he was, if not a vampire, than not of this world, in a way that she could not dismiss later as a trick of the light or even something as mundane as hypnosis or chicanery.&nbsp; Robin's mask slipped, and the old creature could see the swirling tides of emotion pass over her as she processed what it was she had seen.&nbsp; Disbelief, that did not last.&nbsp; Shock came next, amazement, wonder, but those too quickly passed into fear, fear of what he had done, what he could do, what he was, what he might do to her.<br><br>But then, that too passed, as if she remembered herself, and she put on her pleasant face again, even though he could sense her heart beating frantically as a hare's.&nbsp; "I believe you," she said, and her voice did not break.&nbsp; "Why did you tell me that?&nbsp; Did you love her so much that my resemblance to her is enough to make you trust me with your secret?&nbsp; I am not your Yvette, Luc.&nbsp; I'm Robin Meadows.&nbsp; I was born in Iowa, for God's sake."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-08-2007, 21:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know who and what you are." he replied calmly. "I know that you are not Yvette, but I sense in you all that I did in her. Passion, Intelligence. Charm. Many things that any man might find attractive in a woman. I know because of these things that I could love you, as I did love her. But when I told her the truth, I think afterwards she could not accept it, and that is why she fled from me, and was lost in the chaos that swept Paris then."<br><br>He stood silently in the darkness, regarding Robin evenly. "Do you know what it is to fear love? To worry that if you allow yourself to love, then the only options are to watch that one wither and fade with time, to see their resentment as their youth and beauty is stolen away by time, whilst you are unchanged, or to offer them the same existance as yourself. To die with each dawn, and rise to life again as the darkness falls. To know that you are reviled and cursed because of what you are, that there are those who would destroy you for no reason more than you exist?"<br><br>"Times have changed, somewhat, and I think now perhaps there are at least some who could accept me. Who might see me not as a monster, but as a person." He gave a small, very gallic, shrug.<br><br>"I have paid for your time tonight, but if you wish to leave, you are free to do so at any time. I would ask that you wear that ..." he nodded towards the jewel that hung at her throat ... " .. from time to time, and remember me. If it is your wish, you shall not see me again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>13-08-2007, 04:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't give me that Anne Rice crap about the loneliness of immortality," Robin said.&nbsp; She half turned away from him, so that he could see her in profile as she looked out the atrium window into the brilliantly lit San Francisco night.&nbsp; Any pretense of the agreeable lady companion had gone from her, and the real her shone through; in a way, she was every bit as wary and cynical as he was.<br><br>"I thought I was too old to believe in fairy tales, but you just paradigm shifted me here, Luc.&nbsp; I've got to suddenly adjust to the fact that the world I'm living in has vampires in it, and God knows what else.&nbsp; Even with that, how can you say you can love me if you don't even know who I am?&nbsp; I don't just mean my attributes, who I look like or how charming or witty I am, but the things that make me me.&nbsp; My favorite flavor of ice cream, why I hate movies that make me cry or any of the trivial shit like that you'd have to find out about a person before you started talking about love."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-08-2007, 12:08:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can does not mean do, or will, but simply can. The possibility of it exists. You cannot deny the attraction between us. Had I not told you what I did, your thoughts would lie hours from here amidst silken sheets." Lucs voice was calm, though with an edge running through it now.<br><br>"You are right, I do not know everything about you, but I want to. I ask only the chance you would give anyone else, to get to know you. Is that such a terrible thing?"<br><br>"And immortality is lonely Robin, take my word for it. I have watched the passage of a thousand years. I have lost count of the friends and lovers whose lives have flickered beside mine. Do you think the grave has robbed me of the ability to laugh, to cry, to feel? Perhaps it would be easier if it did, but then I might truly be the monster I am named."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>14-08-2007, 02:47:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I never called you a monster," she said.&nbsp; After a time, as a clock would measure, mere seconds, as the heart would reckon, a lifetime, she turned back to Luc, met his eyes.&nbsp; "Are you a monster, Luc?&nbsp; Do you ever. . .take. . .from people that don't consent to it?&nbsp; Do you kill people?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-08-2007, 13:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You never said it, no, but I have heard it enough times. And can you tell me that the word did not flash across your mind, even for a moment?"<br><br>He let his question hang in the air before answering Robins others. "When you first awaken, to the thirst, there is little of rational thought. Oftentimes, it was the way of the one who made you to provide a meal. I cannot say for sure what happened then. It was only later I became myself again, but I can tell you that when I had my faculties, then no, I have never taken unwillingly."<br><br>"It is not just blood though. Not for me at least. There are .. different bloodlines I suppose you might say. Some can draw sustenance from other means. In centuries gone by, my kind might have been called incubus, or succubus. We can feed on lust as well as blood. That can be easier to take, without arousing suspicion."<br><br>"As for killing ..."<br><br>His voice trailed off.<br><br>"Yes, I have killed. Many times." His voice was quiet. "Does that offend your modern sensibilities Robin? I was born in Gaul, in the 7th century. I was a Comite, a Count, of the line of the Merovingian kings, and I ruled in my time. I led my people in battles against our enemies, and led them well."<br><br>"Since I became what I am, yes, I have killed. I have fought for my existence against those who would see me destroyed. But I kill only when I must. I have not had to kill in decades now. Not since the second world war."<br><br>A faint smile flickered across his face as he spoke the last words. "In some secret, forgotten archive lie reports from SS operatives in France who faced something they were not prepared for. One was allowed to live, to carry warnings to his masters about what they could expect in return for their brutality."<br><br>He looked directly at Robin. "Do you think me a monster for that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2007, 02:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't make fun of my modern sensibilities, they're the only ones I have," Robin said, and the sheer absurdity of the statement made her break into a smile despite herself, despite the seriousness of the moment, what he was telling her and how deeply he was trusting her.&nbsp; The smile she showed him was no different in the way it lit her face or showed the slightest unevenness in her teeth, but Luc sensed, more than saw, that her professional mask and the one she wore for herself, when the was honestly and truly happy for her own sake, were quite difficult to distinguish.&nbsp; She was quite practiced at projecting a cultivated image, after all.<br><br>She took a step towards him, lifting her eyes to him.&nbsp; "You're right.&nbsp; The word did cross my brain.&nbsp; But give me some credit, I hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about the moral dimensions of vampirism.&nbsp; I was armed by pop culture to call you a B-movie monster without thinking about it.&nbsp; I'm sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-08-2007, 14:30:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Apology accepted." he replied. "I would like to think you seem me as somewhat better than a B movie character though." he added, a touch of teasing in his voice. "Still, I suppose it could always be worse. I believe the traditional Chinese hopping vampires lack much of my own charm and sophistication." He chuckled softly in the gloom, then his voice became more serious again.<br><br>"And what now Robin? Do you wish time alone, to think on what I have said, to let you adjust to your new world? Or if you have questions, I will answer what I can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2007, 15:26:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What now?&nbsp; That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isn't it?" the young woman said.&nbsp; She brought a hand to the red stone nestled in the hollow of her throat, warmed by her pulse and her blood.&nbsp; "I have a million and one questions, Luc, but asking them just one after another, would turn this into an interview, instead of a date, no?"<br><br>Robin went to Luc, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking up at him with wide green eyes.&nbsp; "Perhaps if I keep quiet and pay attention, I'll get some answers without having to ask the questions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>15-08-2007, 22:55:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Part of a date is to get to the know the other, is it not?" replied Luc, slipping his hands onto Robins waist, holding her lightly. "If you wish to ask me something, then ask it."<br><br>He glanced towards the atrium doors, then back at Robin. "I think we will have some time yet before anyone comes looking for us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2007, 23:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving slowly, Robin took a hand from Luc's shoulder, across his collarbone where he could feel the back of her fingers beneath his chin, to lay it over his breast, where his heart was.&nbsp; "What's it like?" she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 00:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc looked into Robins eyes, carefull not to roll her with his will. "How does one describe every facet of their life?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can move like the wind itself, fade into a shadow, and defy gravity itself. I can smell truth and lies, taste desire on my tongue like the finest wine, feel it dance across my skin like wind, and absorb it into myself."<br><br>"When I feed, it is like your every favourite food, drink and emotion rolled into one. I can share that, in part, with who I am with at the time." He shivered slightly, his body transmitting it to Robin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 01:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shiver was a delicious, cold sensation that spread along her body, so warm and powder-smooth beneath the black gown he'd bought for her, so dark against her fair skin, so warmed by the constant drumming of her heart.&nbsp; "That's not exactly what I meant," Robin said.&nbsp; "How is it different from being. . .like me?&nbsp; Alive?&nbsp; Is that the right word?&nbsp; Human?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 01:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do not know what you want to hear." said Luc. "I have gained and lost in becoming what I am. I do not sleep, but I die each day, falling and rising again with the sun. I no longer eat nor drink, yet I have a thirst ... a craving ... that dwarfs any addiction. Without feeding, I would wither and fade away, but perhaps never actually cease to exist."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 01:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You cannot eat or drink, cannot 'live' during the day.&nbsp; But you can make love?"&nbsp; Robin blinked the focus of her attention on him neither revolted nor fearful nor horrified.&nbsp; It was as if he was a puzzle she was working over, attempting to reason through.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 01:50:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can." replied Luc, a faint smile on his lips. "Do you need a demonstration?" He gave a soft, knowing laugh, and Robin could feel it reverberate along her spine. "Though I do require fresh blood so I may rise to the occasion."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 02:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile was mirrored by her, and she was enough of a lady, or was pretending to be, to blush at the suggestion.&nbsp; "I think that perhaps I will.&nbsp; If you had never told me what you were, we would make good on your proposal and I would never think twice about it.&nbsp; I. . .appreciate you telling me.&nbsp; But I don't know if I can. . .donate.&nbsp; Not yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 02:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I had not planned to ask you to." he said, smiling. "As I said earlier, there are no shortage of those willing to offer themselves to me, and I have already fed. For this night, I am quite capable of ... anything you might wish." <br><br>He paused for a moment, meeting her gaze with his. "I have told you, I do not take from the unwilling. Not blood, or desire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 02:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Luc," Robin said, but she could not finish what she had begun to say, instead, resting her head beneath his chin, where she shifted slowly, languidly rubbing her knee against the outside of his thigh.&nbsp; "Can I ask a favor?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-08-2007, 11:55:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly." Luc replied, tentatively moving his hand to Robins back as she pressed herself against him. "I cannot know I will be able to grant it, but by all means, ask."<br><br>With her body pressed so close to his, she could feel it responding beside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>17-08-2007, 02:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't want it to seem as if I'm going to start checking my neck for extreme hickeys every day, or that I don't trust you.&nbsp; But. . .just for tonight. . .do you think we could go to my place, instead of the one you had picked out?&nbsp; It makes no sense, I know, and I'm sorry, but I think I need familiarity around me so that I can adjust to what you're told me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-08-2007, 15:51:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If that is what you wish, then certainly." replied Luc. He pulled back slightly from Robin, slipping a hand under her chin to lightly tilt her head up, letting his gaze meet hers. "If all you wish to do tonight is talk, then we will simply talk. I make no demands on you." His lips quirked into a small smile. "After all, I have all the time in the world."<br><br>He cocked his head slightly to the side, looking at her. "Or do I detect a hint of curiosity. Do you wish to know what someone who has had a millennium to practice their skills can truly do?" His eyes held a trace of laughter, and a knowing look that hinted it could see through words to the true desire that lay beneath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>18-08-2007, 02:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing a touch of good-natured mockery in his voice, Robin lightly punched Luc's arm with a pout on her face.&nbsp; "You're bragging, no one likes a braggart, Luc.&nbsp; Besides, practice doesn't make perfect, it makes permanent."<br><br>With a more serious look on her face, she brought her hand up and touched his cheek.&nbsp; "I wanted you before you told me about. . .what you are.&nbsp; I still want to be with you.&nbsp; I can't promise that I won't get a sudden sharp reminder every now and then and look surprised and shocked, but I can promise you that I don't believe you're a monster.&nbsp; Not. . .not when you're so careful never to. . .to take from people who don't give freely.&nbsp; And I believe you when you say that you. . .that you could love.&nbsp; Me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-08-2007, 02:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You honour me." he replied softly, inclining his head in what could almost be a bow. When he raised it again, the half smile was back. "And perhaps I do brag, a little" he said, "But how often can I have the opportunity to do so. Forgive me if I choose to indulge myself."<br><br>He turned to look out over the night clad city, sparkling lights from buildings and vehicles twinkling below to match the stars overhead. "Time is passing." he said, after a few moments of silence. "The night is passing, and I with it." He turned to look at Robin again.<br><br>"In a few hours from now I will need to return to my own building. Should we take advantage of what remains of the night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>18-08-2007, 02:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face grew serious as Luc looked over the city, whereas she had eyes only for him, and did not so much as glance at the glittering panorama beneath them.&nbsp; "Yes," she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-08-2007, 02:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc smiled again, and nodded. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a sleek cellphone. He flipped it open, hitting a speeddial. "Front entrance, 5 minutes. No, we're going to Ma'amselle Meadows. Bon."<br><br>He tucked the phone away again, and extended his arm to Robin. "Shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 00:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some time later, Luc waited in Robin's bedroom.&nbsp; When they had arrived at her building, the elevator had whisked them high above San Fransiscco with the silent swiftness as a garotte.&nbsp; And as they climbed, as they got closer to her apartment, Luc could sense Robin's pulse rising, saw her fair cheeks flush, smelled, <em>tasted</em> her desire for him growing.&nbsp; Knowing that the building's security staff sometimes monitored the cameras installed in the elevators, it was all Robin could do to keep her hands off of him.<br><br>When they had arrived, he had barely enough time to notice the tasteful, modern art hung on the walls before being ushered along into the bedroom.&nbsp; His companion had lit some candles, began burning some incense, opened the blinds on the nighttime panorama of the city lights, and gone into the bathroom with a smile that promised a reward if he could give her just a few, patient moments.<br><br>And when those few, patient moments had passed, Robin opened the bathroom door.&nbsp; It was dark but for the candles and the lights of the city, but the moon was more than enough to throw a silvery light upon her as she stood, framed in the doorway.&nbsp; She had removed the dress and the shoes, the ribbon in her hair, but she had left the stockings and the garter on.&nbsp; And besides that, there was nothing, nothing but her.<br><br>Her skin was dusted lightly with freckles; that he could see even from across the room.&nbsp; Across the top of her bosom, across her flat stomach, to the tops of her shapely thighs where the black silk stockings began, smooth as water against her skin.&nbsp; Her breasts were teacup sized, perhaps a bit more than a handful, light pink nipples a shade or two off from her fair skin.&nbsp; The hair between her legs had been shaved, her mons was bare.&nbsp; The only color she had came from her hair, red and gold, her eyes, emeralds, and the pendant at her throat, redder than blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 01:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Robin emerged, Luc was standing by the window, the pale light of the moon casting his features into those of a marble statue. He was still, looking out over the mostly slumbering city, and as Robin re-entered the room he turned towards her.<br><br>As he turned his face moved from light into shadow, and she caught momentarily the widening of his eyes as he gazed at her, before his face was lost in the darkness. <br><br>"Magnifique."<br><br>The word seemed to flow, stroking Robins skin in passing, a verbal caress that send a shiver of pure anticipation down her spine. Luc moved slowly towards her, re-entering the pool of candle light, the darkness seeming to flow from him.<br><br>His hands reached out to her, barely touching her arms with his fingertips, his gaze seeming to devour every inch of her body. His hands tightened against her arms, not painfully, but enough she could feel the strength that lay in them as he drew her towards him. His head tilted slightly as he leaned in, his lips softly brushing hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 03:07:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes as Luc's hands went about her arms, Robin sighed, feeling the strength in his hands, feeling the way his voice had caressed her like a warm wind that smelled of all the things she associated with desire and lust; roses and myrrh, amber and musk.&nbsp; She knew, if she did not before, that she was in his hands, utterly and completely.&nbsp; Anything he wanted to do to her, he could, and she could not stop him.&nbsp; Rather than being afraid, though, she responded to his touch, the push of his voice and his mind on her, by folding into his embrace, pressing that lush, nearly nude body against him, the smallest of parts to her thighs, so that he could feel the warmth from her center.<br><br>"Thank you, Luc," she said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 23:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her eyes closed, Robin did not see his head lowering, did not notice til his lips brushed softly against hers. His arms slid around her body, one across her upper back, the other sliding lower, coming to rest in the hollow of her back. His lips were firmer on hers now, and he sucked gently, drawing Robins lower lip into his mouth, just enough for it to brush against his teeth. She could feel the two points of fangs then, brushing just against her lip, just different enough of a sensation from other men for her to notice it for what it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>20-08-2007, 00:34:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Between their bodies, she placed her arms as she was drawn into his embrace, resting her fingertips along the length of his collarbone, her thumbs tracing firm circles on his breastbone, her palms kneading the firm muscles of his pectorals.&nbsp; Robin was enraptured by the kiss, Luc could feel her mind teetering over the edge of being rolled, not through any active effort of his, but merely from her own desire, mingled with his earlier prompting.&nbsp; She gave a little gasp when she realized the hard points she felt were in fact the edges of his fangs, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip to make certain she hadn't cut herself on them; which also meant that she was running her tongue along Luc's lips, flicking the tip on the points of his fangs, courting a bit of danger there, and, softly, steadily, moving towards her bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 01:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc moved back with her, letting her take the lead, to allow her the confidence a sense of control would give her. As her tongue brushed over his lips, his own slid out to meet it, a featherlight caress.<br><br>Under her questing fingers, his jacket slid to the ground, a soft rustle of fabric marking its path, and his shirt buttons slid open. Robin could feel the expanse of smooth, cool flesh under her fingers. He felt the same as anyone else, if a little chill.<br><br>His lips moved to her neck, sending a shiver through her, the same fun-scary sensation of almost danger that you would have from certain park rides. She felt the fangs graze her skin before they moved away, leaving only his lips on her, and his hands running down her back, stroking her sides, and the rising slope of her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 02:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cool," she said in a murmur when their kiss broke and Luc's mouth found other places to visit upon her body.&nbsp; A comment on his skin, surely, but not a distressed one, no.&nbsp; <em>I'm going to do it,</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; <em>Luc is a vampire, a bloodsucking vampire, and I am going to fuck him.</em>&nbsp; The thought did not upset her as much as she imagined it might have, even a day ago.&nbsp; But then again, a day ago, she didn't know vampires existed.&nbsp; <br><br>His fangs on her did push the envelope of her comfort, he could tell by a sudden stiffening of her body, but it relaxed almost as soon as it appeared.&nbsp; Though she wore perfume, though she had powdered her skin, though the candles burned with fragrant oils mixed in their wax, the scent he noticed most of all was the musky scent of her desire.<br><br>A passive partner she was not, however.&nbsp; Her warm hands across his cool chest danced around the muscles of his pectorals in spiraling loops, until she found his nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers, flicking them, tugging at them, rubbing her soft palm against them.&nbsp; "Luc," she whispered, softly.&nbsp; "Do we need to worry about protection?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 15:27:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His head lifted away from nuzzling her neck as she spoke, drawing back enough for her to meet his eyes. "Non." he replied softly, shaking his head. "It is not possible for us to pass along anything, or to have children."<br><br>He lowered his head back down, his lips and tongue tracing the path of her collarbone, down onto her breast. His hands began to stroke her ass, squeezing gently in time to the motions of his mouth as he drew her nipple between his lips, sucking carefully on it, flicking it with his tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>28-08-2007, 00:44:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," she said, and then closed her eyes, shivering in delight as tongue and fang followed one another on her breast.&nbsp; Her fingers were in his hair, her lips placed butterfly kisses just behind his ear even as her hands worked still to take the shirt from his pale torso and let it fall to the floor.&nbsp; From her throat came a noise, like a hungry mewl, as she saw the muscles of his back and shoulders play beneath her eyes.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-08-2007, 01:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pressure of Lucs hand on her arm turned her, and she could feel him almost sliding around her in turn. His lips were against the side of her neck, rising from shoulder to ear, his teeth and tongue flicking over her skin. His hands slid around her body, running across the flat muscles of her stomach, and curling up to caress her breasts.<br><br>His lips moved from one side of her neck to the other, as his hands ran across her breasts, cupping and squeezing softly, her nipples hardening between this thumbs and forefingers.<br><br>"Tell me." he whispered into her ear, his voice like velvet drapping across her skin. "Are you frightened? Of me? Of what you desire? Does the fear add spice to the moment? Know that I will not harm you, will do nothing you do not truely want."<br><br>As he pressed against her, Robin could feel his presence flow around her, the feel of his words sinking into her body. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 04:30:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Luc," Robin whispered, as she rolled beneath his hands like clay on the wheel of a master sculptor.&nbsp; His earlier words had not been empty boasts; he knew the ways to bring pleasure to a woman, he was making her feel ways that no man had made her feel in years, if at all, and every quivering, gasping response to the touch of his hands, or mouth, or teeth, on her body, told him how lovely she found his touch, how deep her need grew.&nbsp; <br><br>"Luc, I am not afraid of you, or what I feel for you."&nbsp; She gasped, swallowing hard, and, not without a monstrous effort of will, made herself turn around in his arms, made herself look him in the eye and speak to him.&nbsp; "Intellectually, I understand that you can hurt me, very badly.&nbsp; You could, if you were the monster you denied being.&nbsp; But, really, how different is that than any other man I go with?&nbsp; I'm careful, but I've been scared by my dates before, and I got hurt once or twice.&nbsp; It's not what you are that makes you a monster, it's what you do, and why you do it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am not afraid of you," she whispered before lying back on the bed, delicious in her near nakedness, and placed her hands behind her head, raising up her breasts as if begging for his touch, his kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-09-2007, 02:29:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stepped back for a moment, letting a beam of moonlight spill across her naked form, shedding the last of his own clothes as he did so. Backlit, the front of his body was shadowed, only hinting at what Robin had not yet seen.<br><br>When he moved, he almost flowed over her. She could feel his touch, his body brushing across her stokcing clad thighs, her stomach, her breasts. His gaze filled her eyes, deep and dark enough to drown in. Even in the darkness, they seemed to gleam, as his lips brushed once more against hers.<br><br>He began to work his way down over her body, lips, tongue and fingers questing, as if he wanted to learn the shape of her by feel alone. He took his time with her, fondling, caressing every sensitive part of her body. His lips encircled her nipple, tongue running around and over it, as his hand caressed its twin.<br><br>Lower he moved, across her stomach, flowing like a shadow to pool between her thighs. His hands slid under her thighs, raising her legs either side of his head, as he began to kiss down further, arching her back off the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>02-09-2007, 04:29:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Any thoughts of returning Luc's attention quickly flew as he worked his magic on her with hands, mouth, tongue.&nbsp; She was the clay to his potter's hands, and he learned very quickly through her soft, ladylike gasps and gentle moans what little ways pleased her best, just how much pressure on her nipple as he sucked at her breast before she would whimper, that her ribs and hips tickled when he brushed them, but a more firm caress would make the muscles tremble. . . <br><br>Robin looked down as he lowered his head between her legs, his pale skin framed by her thighs, the shaved slit glistening as the result of his earlier attention.&nbsp; The way he treated her. . .somewhere along the way, it had ceased being about the job.&nbsp; No man, in her experience, ever treated a whore like this. . .and so she didn't feel like a whore, but a lover, and a happy one at that as she sighed, his lips grazing across her smooth mound.&nbsp; "Please.&nbsp; Use your fingers first.&nbsp; I want to look in your eyes when I cum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-09-2007, 00:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"When I am ready to bring you, then oui, I shall." he said, the tone of his voice promising that that moment of sweet release could be a long time in coming.<br><br>Robin could feel him, fingers and lips, tracing featherlight touches on the skin of her thighs, working their way over and around her. The strength in his hands meant he could shift her without any apparent strain, even placed as he was, his hands parting her legs, pressing them back, presenting her like a gift for his mouth.<br><br>His lips and tongue took their time in exploring every inch of her, opening her to his touch. By the time she felt the first probe of his tongue on her clit, she was more than ready, almost yearning for it.<br><br>Fingers, tongue and lips, he worked his magic on her body, drawing ever sweeter sensations from her, drinking in her pleasure, her arousal, like the finest wine. His ministrations brought her pleasure higher and higher, letting them build almost to the moment of climax, and then slowing again. He looked up as Robins back arched, fingers gently caressing her clit, face glistening with her juices. "Tell me when you are ready cheri, when you will beg me for release."<br><br>His head lowered again, eyes watching her along the length of her sweat soaked and trembling body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>06-09-2007, 01:57:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all so terribly unfair.&nbsp; Never, ever before in her life had she experienced such delight as she knew in those endless moments to Luc's touch, never had she wanted any man more than he was making her want him, never had she felt such ecstasy and unbearable delight.&nbsp; And there was nothing she could do that would even place her in the same realm, that she could think of to reciprocate this delightful gift her lover gave her.<br><br>Beneath his ministrations, Robin thrashed and moaned, pressing her thighs together until his hands forced them apart with a strength she could not resist.&nbsp; She sweated, she said things that, if asked later, she would not remember having said.&nbsp; She made high, animal noises, and her nectar flowed, flowed, flowed on his lips and his tongue and his hands.&nbsp; "Please," she said, more than once, more than a dozen times, with added urgency each time, until it was a beg, a plea, a high-pitched cry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Across Oceans of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-09-2007, 02:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luc savoured every gasp he drew from Robin, every moan, every time her body writhed beneath his touch as he brought her to the edge, again and again, never quite bringing her over, teasing her body more than it perhaps ever had been. He listened to her cries, as he concentrated on pleasuring her, judging the moment of her release.<br><br>With one fluid motion he raised her legs straight into the air, pressing them back against her body as he slid into her, straight and deep in til his body pressed tight against hers, his weight pinning her legs, the silk of the stockings whispering against his chest and shoulders, and his face bare inches from hers.<br><br>He thrust into her with hard strokes, his body the final stimulus that pushed Robins pleasure wracked body to its peak and beyond.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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