Body Language (NightBird & JJHarvey)
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				Title: <strong>Body Language (NightBird &amp; JJHarvey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 22:11:19</strong>
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				Alessandra sat in the train car looking out at the burgeoning rise of the Alps ahead. They'd be leaving the station soon, so she might just have been able to make her escape from a dreary summer at home. Absently, she smoothed the fabric of the slacks she'd chosen to wear. Cream might not be practical for travel, but she liked how it looked with the peacock blue of her favorite sweater, a color that brought out the highlights in her black hair and echoed the vibrant blue of her eyes. <br><br>Impatience to start moving, to get on with the adventure she'd chosen to steal for herself, started her fingers tapping on her knee, but she resisted fishing in her purse to look at her itinerary again. She'd call home this evening, before anyone would be desperately worried, but after she'd be far enough away that all they could do would be to make a fuss, and she was used to that. Full lips curled into a secret, satisfied smile. Being the black sheep of the family had its advantages.<br><br>(edited to correct subject line with both players' names)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Body Language (JJHarvey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JJHarvey</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 22:49:37</strong>
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				I was angry in fact I was furious. Mr. Canto the elusive Mr. Canto had given me the slip once again. <br>I'd traced him to a hotel he had left just minutes before and I had tracked him here to this station and to this train. <br>A chance landslide higher in the mountains had delayed the train long enough for me to board. <br>One certain thing the Mysterious Mr. Canto was about to be caught.<br><br>A suit wasn't my preferred choice of clothing for travelling especially one as expensive as a Brioni. <br>But to track a jewel thief you had to move in expensive circles and that required you to look the part.<br><br>I left my luggage with the porter and boarded the first class carriage, following the instructions on my ticket I found myself at a seat diagonally opposite a young woman.<br><br>I gave the woman a cursory nod and a smile as I settled into my seat. <br>Blues eyes set like two cool sapphires adrift on a sea of sensuality, flared in anger at this sudden intrusion into her private domain.<br><br>I used a pocket handkerchief to dab out the sweat across my shaved head, the run to the station had been a long one. <br>I began to idly finger my goatee beard and allowed myself the indulgence of studying the young woman.<br><br>To say she was striking beautiful would be and understatement. <br>The combination of the black highlighted hair and those cool ice blue eyes was stunning, breathtaking actually.<br><br>I estimated she was in her mid-twenties maybe even younger. <br>She'd made an excellent choice with those cream slacks, they accentuated the shapeliness of her legs exquisitely, she must have been a dancer, ballet probably. <br>I allowed myself a wry smile as I reminded myself you didn't get legs like that horse riding.<br><br>Her mouth opened with sensuous allure as she looked out of the window. <br>She looked distracted, looking around, fidgeting and constantly checking an expensive watch on her slim wrist.<br><br>The steward appeared...<br><br>'What’s the delay?' I asked<br>'I am very sorry monsieur, a landslide in the mountains, it should be cleared by the time we reach it' he explained.<br><br>'If it happens again we may have to spend the night in a cosy log cabin' I said as I looked across at the girl.<br><br>Those eyes... like pale fire bored into me, not through me, into me checking out my soul, my integrity. <br><br>The only question remained was whether she found me wanting or desirable.<br><br>'May I take your order monsieur?' the steward broke the tension.<br><br>'Yes I'll have a malt whisky, not aged less than twelve years with just some ice... and er... I'll pay for anything the Ice Maiden is having'<br><br>The train started to pull out of the station...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Body Language (JJHarvey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 05:17:53</strong>
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				The arrival of another occupant in the car drew Allessandra's attention from the vista ahead. She straightened slightly, a hint of patrician arrogance finding its way into the angle of her head. At first, he hardly looked respectable, and she refrained from looking directly at him, but as he composed himself, she began to think there might have been circumstances that had caused his initial appearance. His clothing was certainly not a poor man's, and he wore it as if he weren't afraid of it being rumpled. She liked that, and a tiny smile hovered at the corners of her lips, though she still kept her eyes directed at the window.<br><br>When the door opened and the steward stepped just within, Allessandra's gaze turned to him, then tracked between the two men as they discussed... something. She didn't like the inability to understand what was being said, but understood the word 'whiskey' well enough for the smile to return. Drinks... They had only been talking about drinks, even if the steward had looked once toward her early on. The steward soon clarified what had been said, translating for her that the gentleman wished to purchase her a drink. <br><br>Her smile at her cabin-mate was gracious, her eyes warming enough that the nod was appreciative rather than stand-offish. Now that she'd had a chance to examine him more thoroughly than peripheral vision allowed, she thought she rather liked what she saw. He did wear the suit with ease, she'd not been wrong about that, but there was something about the way he held himself that hinted he wasn't simply a businessman who'd left a finance meeting late. There was a poise she'd seen only in a more... physical sort of man. Her heartbeat quickened slightly, and a trace of color rose to her cheeks. A hint of her approval flickered in her eyes as she thanked him. "Grazie," she said, then turned to the steward and spoke in a liquid stream of Italian, ordering rum and cola and a plate of antipasto. <br><br>As the door closed behind him, she sat back a bit and linked her hands on her crossed knee, her gaze still appraising but somewhat speculative, now. Still in Italian, she asked the stranger his name and where he was from. Her former fascination for the window and the mountains beyond eclipsed by something closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Body Language (JJHarvey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JJHarvey</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 15:43:58</strong>
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				Italian! but what else could she have been...?<br><br>But those eyes... those eyes belonged somewhere else...<br><br>When she had spoken to the steward I found myself drawn to her mouth watching her intently as she rolled around the words. Such a romantic language...<br><br>My knowledge of Italian was poor... this was going to be difficult though not without interest. I tried to think what I would say to a woman such as this, would the little I knew be enough.<br><br>I took the seat directly opposite taking a mental note when she did not move her leg when I brushed past, I sat down unfastening my suit jacket as I did so. I though better of unfastening my tie for the moment...<br><br>There was an expectant look on her face... she was awaiting an answer...<br><br>The steward arrived with the drinks and I took a deep drink and immediately ordered another.<br><br>I looked into the questing eyes...<br><br>'My name is James' I said 'Giacomo' I added hoping she would understand.<br><br>There was a look of recognition. She took a slow drink and seemed to relax a little...<br><br>'Parlo un piccolo italiano' I said. <br><br>Which probably didn't translate right as her face suddenly lit up and she stifled a giggle...<br>Out of politeness more than anything else she smiled back to me.<br><br>She held the glass in long delicate fingers. She began to circulate the glass, the fluid inside began to swirl with a precise motion. I was following this almost mesmerised by the deliberate hypnotic movement of the glass when I noticed her mouth...<br><br>The fullness of the lips, glistening with moisture from the spirit, slightly agape... I caught a glimpse of her tongue, svelte and sweet against the whiteness of her teeth. The lips parted as the glass approached the mouth.<br><br>I suddenly realised with a shock that two diamond set eyes had been regarding me with feral interest.<br><br>What cool intellect was playing out behind those eyes? what was she thinking...?<br><br>Something with fragile wings fluttered across the inside of my chest... it occurred to me with a tinge of sadness that I had been a widower too long...<br><br>'Il vostro nome?' I asked... hoping, praying that I could begin this exchange the right way...<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Body Language (JJHarvey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 18:15:49</strong>
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				Alessandra's wariness returned as the stranger moved closer, but she didn't move away. It wasn't like her to retreat from much of anything. Her heart still beat a little quickly, her mouth a little dry. He was an impressive figure of a man, and he moved in a way that confirmed her thoughts about his athleticism. His silence, though, was unexpected. His glances had seemed to indicate that he might like what he saw, and he didn't seem the sort to be shy.<br><br>She turned her attention briefly to the steward as he knocked and entered, thanking him politely but cooly upon the delivery of the drinks and appetizer. Her smile gained a wicked little knowing tilt the way James took that first drink. She guessed from the interchange between the two men that another would soon be on its way. <br><br>Then much was explained. That he... James tried the way he did with an unfamiliar languagewas something Alessandra found charming, enough so to erase her doubts about whether he was someone desirable to know. She licked her lips on the thought that the trip might become interesting for any number of reasons. <br><br>"Mi chiamo Alessandra de Fiore," she said, raising her free hand to touch fingertips to her chest as she nodded, adding with a provocative smile, "Lieto di conoscervi." Picking an olive from the plate of antipasto, she brought it to her mouth and let her lips slowly claim it, delight dancing in her eyes as she watched for his reaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Body Language (JJHarvey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JJHarvey</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 19:57:24</strong>
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				... de Fiore...<br><br>No flower ever had this sweet fragrance...<br><br>How do two people who don't share the same language fall in love? You have to say... perhaps language is not a pre-requisite to love, that the language of love is an idiom all of its own that transcends any need to communicate.<br><br>I imagined exiled White Russians escaping the Bolshevik Revolution finally to settle in the region around Venice... was the product of the subsequent liaison was before me now...<br><br>Or was it some Crusader Knight come down from the cold north on a pilgrimage to Rome. Did he find comfort in the arms of some Raven haired beauty... generations later is that passion before me now...<br><br>Words were scrambling around in my head, phrases... forgotten passages from books...<br><br>Her hand moved, such precision... not an ounce of energy wasted... a move well rehearsed... across those lips eternity beckoned.<br><br>Something stopped in my chest, it was my breath she had robbed me of it...<br><br>She was a huntress... more dangerous than the fabled Diana... more cunning than any Jaguar... more lethal than any Tigress...<br><br>I slowly took another drink, my gaze never wavered from those hypnotic eyes... it couldn't...<br>I leaned forward... slowly.. A quick glance at the plate before I retrieved an olive...<br><br>Now into which mouth was this errant delicacy to go... to mine or to hers?<br><br><br>
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