The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)
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				Title: <strong>The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 21:43:33</strong>
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				Five years had passed in Lady Amelia's marriage and her husband had been gone for the majority of it. It was exactly the right length of time that past for her to start to feel an upper class ennui creeping in slowly. Her husband had business in the colonies of the Empire and had spent two years and a half overseas, in which Lady Amelia could pretend she was still a part of her maiden family and see her younger sisters. A few months ago, however, her husband came back to the country, this time for more than a half of a year. The excitement of seeing him had long worn off, although the novelty of the gifts he brought back hadn't.<br><br>She now had various colorful shawls with beads, semi-precious jewels, and mirrors sewn on in quaint patterns. She also had a lovely cape from Cashmere, along with other little trinkets. One of the more entertaining things her husband brought back was a new member to the household, who provided laughs and merriment whenever that awful villain boredom started to set it. It was only a temporary escape. Again she had to make amiable house calls to neighbors, friends, and family, to talk about the latest gossip. Reading the serials in the paper was pleasant enough, but the ennui only grew.<br><br>It was early fall and the heat of the summer had not yet left the city entirely until today. For the first time Amelia woke up shivering to her delight, as the summer had been especially unbearable for her. In her glee she wore one of her more somber colored day gowns, one that was much warmer. The gown in question was dark navy blue, made of heavy silk. The skirt had simple pleats on her front and back, and the bodice was fitted without a sliver of looseness. The sleeves of the gown were voluminous to offset the thinness of her waist that was only smoothed by the use of a corset. The flounced hem of the skirt, the bulky under sleeves, and the linen collar of the gown were all detachable and cream colored. Black slippers with a louis heel graced her feet and a black shall draped over her shoulders.<br><br>Amelia was a little taller than usual, just a few inches shorter than her husband. Although the fashion of the time required an hourglass corset to make a stylish silhouette, she was naturally hourglass, with a tucked waist and wide hips. Her hands were slender and long, which was useful for whenever she put hundreds of piano lessons to use.<br><br>So far her day had been spent having breakfast in bed, idly playing with her lapdog, before finally going to the library to look over the day's letters and writing polite responses to the same letters, and the letters she had neglected from the day before. The mail had brought a considerable stack of fashion plates for winter, which brought a smile to her face. At last a bit of excitement she could enjoy to herself.<br><br>Her brown hair was tucked in a snood, a halo of curly tendrils framing her face gently. Perhaps it was a little preemptive to have worn a gown made of heavy silk. Despite the coolness, her face was more colored than usual. But nonetheless she ringed for someone. A nice hot cup of tea would be perfect as she continued to ponder over the stack of fashion plates.
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 03:08:52</strong>
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				Sadim smoothed his black jacket for a few moments before he opened the Lady's door. Lord Robert had often told him not to bother with such niceties. The gentleman had been away from the company of polite society long enough to view many of it's trappings as preening folly. But Sadim viewed visiting the Lady of the house as a special occasion.<br><br>He took a moment to glance at his own reflection in the silvered hall mirror. He was tall and thin with broad shoulders. The suit he wore was well-made and draped around his form well, but belied the density of his muscles. Still there was no hiding his thick black hair or large brown eyes. His mother had often said that they were soft eyes, a sign of kindness in his soul. But she had been murdered when Sadim was still quite young and his life from that point had left little room for softness.<br><br>He smiled at himself for a moment, proud of the fact that the streets hadn't claimed him. True, his eyes had wrinkles at the edges from his long hours working in the sun and his strong chin bore a scar just slightly to the left of center earned in a particularly rough night of rioting. But he'd kept his wits about him and found ways to thrive.<br><br>When the opportunity came to serve as a native guide and translator to Lord Robert and his party, Sadim had come highly recommended. That service had translated into his rise to the Lord's trusted manservant, a post he held with pride. Lord Robert was honest and direct and Sadim found he played a good foil to the Englishman. The Lord's direct manner and impatience with artifice left Sadim with ample opportunities to be the softer, more friendly voice in discussions and negotiations with the natives - a role the Lord appreciated and came to rely upon.<br><br>Sadim pressed open the door and entered. Though long-limbed he moved with true grace. As he finished closing the door behind him he caught a glimpse of the Lady of the house and he couldn't help but smile broadly.<br><br>"My Lady," he intoned in mock seriousness, "Cook has sent me to you. She said, and I quote - 'Stop your foolish gadding about and go see to the Lady!' Sadim smiled as he approached her. "Forgive me, but it's such a lovely day outside. Truly the cold makes me feel so... alive." His voice was rich with the accents of his native land, and as he came to her side his eyes sparkled as he continued, "How may I be of service madam?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 07:55:34</strong>
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				The heavy household ledger lay to the right corner, pushed aside and forgotten due to the pages of the latest fashions. Amelia had separated the large stack into smaller stacks, one for gowns, skirts, and bodices, another for coats, capes, and jackets, another for shoes, for jewelry, and a final one for intimate wear. The final stack Amelia had covered with a stack of letters, hiding the drawn women in various stages of undress. The winter fashions for that would have to wait until she was in her boudoir.<br><br>Amelia studied her current sheet of ball gowns, dashing down notes in a diary dedicated to writing down notes and thoughts for fashion. It helped when she made purchases. Done with the current page, she turned it revealing a colored fashion plate. She wrote 'wide collar, stylish, but perhaps in lace instead', before tapping her ink pen against her lips thoughtfully. The clothing for winter weren't anything new or exciting, just mere continuation from the fall season. She wouldn't make too many purchases then, in big items, like dresses or cloaks. Well, perhaps she'd buy one gown, and she did need new boots and slippers. A nice white fur would be lovely as well... If Robert would agree to it. He could be quite conservative with their money, and now that he was back in the country there was a tighter reign on it.<br><br>When Sadim entered the room, she had moved onto bonnets and hats, several sheets spread out on the desk. Her eyes lifted and she smiled at his sight. The Indian was always interesting in the small moments she saw him. Lady Amelia also liked the novelty of having a servant from the colonies. Her friends had been quite jealous. Promptly sitting up straight, prim and proper, a small chuckle left her. "Did she say that? Well, in all honesty, I am glad she sent you and not Margaret. That girl has been so melancholic lately... Or Martin. He's quite slovenly," she said, folding her hands on the desk. It would not be right to directly comment or compliment a servant on their state of not being disheveled, so instead she subtly remarked on it. While Robert may have frowned upon the so called 'obsession' with looks and clothing, Amelia could appreciate a well servant. Her mother always said it was the sign of a good worker.<br><br>"Yes, it is a very lovely day outside. The first real cold since before summer," as she spoke she glanced to her right, out the window. It was somewhat cloudy outside, with a little wind. "I find myself wishing for winter every fall, and then regretting it when winter actually starts. Although I am surprised that you enjoy the cold, since India is such a tropical place... Anyway! I was thinking that in order to celebrate the cold, a nice hot cup of tea, and perhaps some tea cakes as well." Amelia adjusted the black shawl around her shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 03:27:20</strong>
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				Sadim nodded as Lady Amelia spoke of the seasons. "Indeed m'lady," he answered. "It's because the winters in my homeland are merely rainy, not the crisp cold of England that I relish it so." He breathed deep, briefly closing his eyes as he smiled again. "Your great country has shown me so many wonders, and brought such blessings to me and my family. Every day I'm grateful."<br><br>The tall Indian nodded politely as Lady Amelia spoke of the other domestics. He would never say so himself, but he agreed that the house servants that had been previously hired were... less than stellar in their service. Still, it was not his place to judge such matters. "As you say m'lady." he nodded, politely concurring.<br><br>As the lady of the house made her request Sadim listened attentively. And yet as she spoke his eye was drawn to the fashion plates stacked on her desk. Or more appropriately to the pile of letters which had tipped over of it's own weight and slipped off some plates below. Sadim couldn't help but notice that the fashions depicted were of a most... intimate nature. Without meaning to he realized that he was staring at the images. Blinking hard his eyes focussed on Lady Amelia and immediately he pictured the soft fabrics undoubtedly concealed beneath the shapely curves of her silk gown.<br><br>It took him a moment or two to realize that she'd asked for something in particular as his mind had wandered into rather risky territory. In embarassment he flushed for a moment as his conscious mind sought to recall what she'd been saying. In those beats of silence his heart raced. He was sure that she'd somehow know what is was that he'd been pondering. But then his brain caught up to the moment and he realized she'd asked for tea. And cakes as well.<br><br>"Thank the gods." he thought to himself. "Of course she didn't notice. Get a hold of yourself man!" Sadim's well-learned manners returned at once and he graciously half-bowed as he backed away, studiously not looking at the exposed fashion plates. "Of course m'lady. At once."<br><br>Sadim backed away for a step or two and then gracefully let himself out of the room. In the hallway he let out a long sigh that he hadn't realized that he had been holding in. Catching his own eye in the hallway mirror he slowly shook his head. "That won't do Sadim. That won't do at all." he scolded under his breath. "Better to put those thoughts right out of your head!"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 07:31:13</strong>
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				She nodded eagerly. "Yes, Britain is a great country eager to help people like you across the world... I think the, as you say, crisp coldness of our country helps keep a clear mind," the Lady said, smiling at him. "Make sure to bring sugar with the tea, mind you. Sometimes people forget that. I have a bit of a sweet tooth."<br><br>Her eyes followed his gaze. he was being awfully quiet like he was distracted, so Amelia could not help it.. Her own eyes landed on the stack of ladies wear that had been covered by the letters from her mother and her friends. That was why he was distracted. her eyebrows rose and her pulse quickened so that she could hear her heart beat in her ears. There was something exhilarating about the fact that the most intimate of clothing was on view like that, and of course the fact that Sadim had noticed...<br><br>It made a thought grow in her mind, something that had first been planted in one of her most insufferable fits of ennui. "Thank you, Sadim," she said in a level voice, looking down at her diary as he left the room. Once the door shut, Amelia gathered up the drawings of dresses of gowns and put them in a haphazard stack on top of the household ledger, covering it's black leather cover. With excited fingertips, she took the small stack of lingerie fashion plates and spread a few on her desk.<br><br>The papers showed pleasant looking women in the most innocent of poses. This one had her arms raised daintily to show off the ribbon detail of her corset cover. Another page showed women modeling a corset, and another page had solitary garters since actual bare legs would be a little too risque. Feeling her heart in the base of her throat, Amelia went back to taking notes in her diary, waiting for Sadim to return. Biting her lower lip, she tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear, writing down a bit of nonsense as thoughts left her.
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 08:22:51</strong>
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				Sadim prepared the tea water himself and layed out a plate of fancy cakes, cubed sugar and a small container of milk. Personally he preferred the stronger brews of his homeland to the typical English blends, but these people did know the beverge well. He too took his tea sweet as well, though he preferred honey to sugar. He took pride in an artful arrangement of the pieces on the serving tray and paused to collect a flower from an arrangement in the foyer. Once it was secured in a small silver bud vase he brought the kettle to the pot, soaking the tea leaves in the boiling water direct from the stove.<br><br>After making his way upstairs he knocked lightly at Lady Amelia's door and let himself in. She had clearly moved some of her correspondence aside, though the fasion plates were still scattered across the desk. He thought nothing of it in particular as he approached, placing the serving tray on the sideboard and laying out plates and silverware.<br><br>Sadim turned to see if the lady would require anything more when the plates strewn across the desk caused him to stop cold in his tracks. It was not just one model displayed in her intimate attire, but several. Stocking, corsets... Sadim's heart dropped. Suddenly he was sure that he'd been discovered peeking at the fashion plates earlier. He was sure that Lady Amelia was preparing to accuse him. Expose him as a scoundrel. She would surely denounce him there on the spot as a lecher and throw him out of the house.<br><br>Sadim turned to face Lady Amelia with an outward appearance of calm, but with a cold dread creeping into his stomach. "My lady, will..." He swallowed hard. "Will there be anything else?"
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 08:52:21</strong>
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				Amelia added a few more plates on her desk by the time he arrived with the tea. Despite the rosy excitement she felt, she really was taking notes that she would use later to make her purchases. She barely acknowledged him when he entered, giving only a soft nose as she wrote a few things down quickly, feeling her cheeks flush.<br><br>"Could you add three sugar cubes and two dashes of milk to my cup of tea?" she asked, her voice nonchalant to the best of her ability, still not looking up from the plates. When she did look up, there was something delightful in how crestfallen he looked, as if he was ready to be fired right then and there. Amelia looked surprised and reached for a fancy cake. "Oh, if you wish you may stay and enjoy a cake, Sadim. You don't look as happy as you did before you left. Did Cook say something to you? Don't tell me Margaret's melancholy is spreading. I don't know what I would do."<br><br>Any denouncing or firing seemed to be far away from the Lady's mind, given her demeanor. It was like nothing changed on her desk and she was still looking at ball gowns. "If you don't mind, would you assist me with my shawl? I am afraid I was a little too ambitious this morning in dressing. It's not quite that cold for a wrap," she said, smiling at him. In truth she could have taken it off herself, but her large sleeves would have made it difficult to do so in a ladylike manner. <br><br>"You can just fold it and set it on the desk. I will make a spot for it. I am afraid I am simply too messy." There was a chuckle in her voice and she shifted the plates to make a small place for the shawl. The movement caused a colored plate to rise to the surface view.
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 09:34:02</strong>
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				Sadim's momentary flash of panic quickly faded as he noted the tone of Lady Amelia's voice. "She's not angry," he thought. He was confused, but quickly relief flooded through him as he busied himself preparing her tea. <br><br>"I'm sorry my lady." He said as he laid out cake for them both. "I was distracted by a matter that I'd forgotten I needed to attend to. I didn't mean to dampen your spirits." he smiled apologetically as he presented her the cake.<br><br>When she asked for his assistance with her shawl he rose fluidly and walked behind her. As he stood behind her he was struck by the scene. In the late morning sunlight she was so lovely - her luxuriant brown hair shimmered in the light, curls gently cascading down framing her beautiful face.<br><br>Sadim stepped closer, reaching for the soft fabric of the shawl when a glimpse of color on the desktop caught his eye. He leaned in closer, his fingers skimming Lady Amelia's shoulders as he removed her shawl. Sadim stepped next to her, folding the delicate fabric as his eye was drawn to the colored plate on the desk.
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 10:05:24</strong>
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				"My spirits aren't dampened, I was just curious. I know you must be busy. Robert does depend on you so," she said, smiling at him again and taking the small plate with the cake on it. Amelia held it daintily and took a small bite out of it before setting the plate on the desk. Afterward she took her tea and rose the cup to her rosebud lips, taking a sip. A satisfied sound came from those lips and she closed her eyes in pleasure. "You must make my tea for me more often. I like it best when you do. It turns out absolutely perfect."<br><br>The tea plate and cup took it's place next to her tea cake, and she resumed looking at the fashion plates, moving a few here or there to look at new ones. The ones she previous looked out ended up moving a little closer to Sadim's gaze.<br><br>Her eyes lowered when he moved behind her, and when she felt the weight of his hands, she moved backwards, into his touch. The colored plate had several ladies in corsets in different poses, showing the different styles of boning in the corsets, as well as the different lace and ribbons on the corsets. "Hm..." she murmured, leaning forward again to write something down in her diary. She also made a note of 'order to replace pink ribboned corset' underneath one of the corsets. Amelia would be surprised if Sadim wasn't looking.<br><br>After a moment, she glanced at the Indian, tilting her head in a slightly coquettish way. "You know Robert well, don't you Sadim?" she asked, an odd sort of smile on her lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:29:26</strong>
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				Sadim joked as she sipped at her tea, adopting a mysterious air and a mischevious grin, "Ah my lady. It's because I add special herbs from India that make it so! A rare concoction of my own devising, though it might be very strong for an Englishwoman. I'm glad you find it so pleasing."<br><br>His hands thrilled at the touch as she leaned back into him. And her neck was ever so slighly arched. Her pale skin was intoxicating and he allowed himself a moment to breathe in her scent.<br><br>When she leaned forward, he leaned as well, watching her move the plates with deliberation. He felt a strong flush as she played with the plates, making notes to herself. Surely this was ill-advised, reviewing such things in the company of a gentleman. He ought to step away - excuse himself or at least find a pretext to stare out the window to afford her a measure of privacy.<br><br>But he did not. Instead he pulled the shawl slowly from her shoulders and stood close behind her as he neatened it. And when she looked back her full lips were so near to his face that he could feel her sweet breath as she spoke.<br><br>He answered with a serious mein. "Yes my lady. I've known Lord Robert for almost the entire time he was in my country. We have shared a great many things."
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:18:54</strong>
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				A soft laugh left her and she nodded. "Well, I thoroughly approve of this rare concoction of yours," Amelia said, taking another sip of the tea. Her heart still beat quickly, and her cheeks were pink due to the situation. It was quite ill-advised, but as a woman of rank, and lady of the household, she could do whatever she want, couldn't she? If it went wrong then it would be easy to take care of. Servants left the household employment all the time.<br><br>The closeness of him behind her made her countenance grow even rosier. The short distance made it possible for her to smell him, strong and musky. Her eyes were a bit dilated and she nodded. "As I thought. Then perhaps you could help me? Here, I'll take the shall..." Amelia said, turning in her seat and causing her skirts to rustle as she reached out. Her soft pale hands touched his as she took the shall, making the act slow as possible to prolong that touch. <br><br>She set it down on the desk a bit haphazardly and gestured at a chair. "Perhaps... you could help me choose some things he would like and want to give me money to actually purchase them?" she asked, now avoiding his gaze for a moment. It was clear what she wanted help choosing, from the fashion plates on her desk, so she felt as if this was some big moment of truth, and felt silly for it. Amelia busied herself by taking a small bite of cake again.
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:52:43</strong>
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				Sadim could scarely believe it. She was actually tempting him to discuss her most intimate apparel with him!<br><br>He was no fool, nor was he a stanger to the ways of the fair sex. The lady of the house was purposely playing with him. A dangerous game, to be sure but she was a rare beauty indeed. And he would follow where she led.<br><br>He took the seat next to her, pulling it closer so that his knee brushed against hers as he leaned in over the desk. But rather than examine the fashions presented, his eyes watched her face intently. "My lady," he said in a low tone. "I have found that in these matters a man is most pleased by the things that make his partner feel beautiful. In this way the things that bring her pleasure bring him pleasure as well." He slowly surveyed the plates. "What would bring you the most pleasure?"
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 23:25:24</strong>
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				A detached part of her was shocked at how... brazen she was acting, but it was better than being bored and writing replies to silly letters, is how she justified it. As Sadim spoke, she turned and looked at him, smiling and nodded. They were incredibly close now, and her hand was so near to his knee. "Is that so? I must thank you for your infinite wisdom, then, Sadim..." she said, in a soft voice before looking back at the plates.<br><br>She bit her lower lip and looked at a few. "Oh, I am not sure. They are all so lovely, don't you think?" Amelia asked, her free hand landing on his leg lightly. A rush filled her, and even though her hand just lay there she could tell how sturdy and strong he was. If his leg was like this, then the rest of him... He had always been impressive looking. "Oh, what about that one? I really do think that one would look very pretty on me. What do you say?" she asked, pointing to a figure on one plate. This particular plate was of stockings, and the one she pointed out was light blue with delicate lace at the top. "It would match the blue rose garters I have,&nbsp; so well."<br><br>Lady Amelia felt a little giddy divulging so much intimate information about herself, but at the same time it was a good deal of fun.
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:36:51</strong>
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				Sadim almost gasped at her touch on this thigh. But he managed to keep his cool as he leaned forward to examine the stockings that she'd indicated. He could feel the motion of her hand on his leg as he slid in closer to the table.<br><br>He made a show of looking closely at the plates before adopting a doubtful tone. "I'm sorry Lady Amelia, but I'm not sure I can help you decide. It's hard to judge without knowing more about your garters. The color might not match. Or the stocking might not drape well when clasped. In that case the wrong piece might spoil the effect entirely. One needs to make such a choice carefully."<br><br>He left the thought hanging heavily in the air as he continued to studiously examine the plates.
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 03:32:46</strong>
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				Her hand traveled up his thigh, partially because he moved, but also partially because she moved it. This was quite unlike Amelia, but it was too diverting not to give it a chance. It was something she thought of for a while now, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself.<br><br>"That's true. I would hate&nbsp; to buy stockings that would clash badly with my garters. A bad drape just makes one look slovenly. What to do, what to do..." She tapped her fingertips on her lips and looked at the fashion plate. "You seem to have an eye for this, Sadim. Wh-what if I showed you the garters? Then you could tell if they would match these stockings..." Her voice trailed off. She wouldn't let her confidence fade now. It was too late in the game, and besides she did not want to. "I hope I don't look foolish and they don't match at all."
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 04:19:37</strong>
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				Sadim flushed hotly with desire at her words. She truly meant to carry through on this most dangerous plan.<br><br>Her hand on his thigh sent wild sensations through him, his body reacting strongly to her fingertips and he moved his own hand atop hers, gently squeezing it. He knew it was reckless beyond measure, and yet he yearned to possess her.<br><br>"Of course my lady," he said in a husky tone, his eyes watching hers. "I am your most humble servant. I shall do whatever you ask of me. But may I protest that you are far too beautful to ever appear foolish."
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				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 04:41:40</strong>
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				Amelia was breathing quickly and looked up at him. The feeling in her, there were no words for it. It was the true opposite of boredom, a mixture of lust, excitement, of danger even. She laughed lowly, moving her other hand to the side of his cheek. <br><br>"You flatter me, Sadim, but I am quite sure I can be foolish..." she murmured, and leaned up, placing her soft lips upon his own. Her heart beat a thousand times a minute in her ear and she pulled away slowly as her hand slid down from his cheek to his chest, resting it there.<br><br>"We should go look at those garters..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 05:12:57</strong>
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				Sadim pressed his left hand to hers, holding it against his chest.<br><br>He reached up with his right, stroking her cheek and then gently encircling her neck and pulling her lips to his again. Her taste was indescribable. Forbidden fruit. Through his fingertips he could feel her heart pulsing in the veins of her throat, and the caress of her breath on in his mouth all but made him lose control.<br><br>"Yes." he whispered low at her suggestion. "I want nothing less than to drink in your beauty." Rising to his feet he gently lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them and then helped her stand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 06:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His skin was so warm and each touch made her redden more, as if drunk. With a gentle smile, she rose with his help before breaking their contact. "I should put this away," she said as she swept up all the fashion plates into a messy pile. After opening a drawer she pushed the plates into it and promptly shut it. Her mind was a tumbled mess of thoughts and she looked at Sadim as if he could solve this Gordian knot. With a laugh she said, "For once I am glad that we live in this cramped apartment." This referred to the fact that the library connected to her husbands rooms which connected to hers. This minimized contact with any of the other servants since Robert did not like them to go into his room when he was not home.<br><br>Taking his dark hand in her pale one she moved away from her desk, her skirts rustling with every step.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 08:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sadim followed, holding her hand and watching the curves of her body sway under the fabric of her silken dress.<br><br>Idly his mind drifted to thoughts of Lord Robert. It was a poor thing to betray the trust of the man with his own wife. Would she take him to her own bed, or to Robert's? If they were discovered he would surely face dire consequences. Likely even at the cost of his life. And where was the lord of the manor now? Sadim realized that he should know his lordship's schedule, but his mind was too much in turmoil to recall the particulars at the moment.<br><br>And yet all those thoughts vanished in the heat of the contact of her hand and the memory of her kiss. His body was aflame with desire for this pale beauty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 09:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia opened the book covered door to her husbands room and pulled Sadim through. Smiling she shut it after them and led the Indian through her husband's chambers. Her fingers laced into his and soon they were through Robert's room and into her own pristine room. Robert had gone out for the day to visit a sick friend in a town fifteen miles away. It was a spur of the moment trip, one that he might not be back until late into the night, or even the next day. Despite her want of excitement, Amelia was not too wanton to attempt this tryst with the possibility of Robert showing up.<br><br>She let go of his hand and locked the door to her boudoir, before turning slowly to face him. She was quiet for a moment, the words caught up in her throat.&nbsp; Instead of speaking, she went to Sadim and stood on her tip toes to kiss him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 19:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sadim's strong arms crushed&nbsp; the beautiful woman against him as he drew her into a deep kiss. Her mouth was just as delicious as before, and his toungue daringly teased her lips. Holding her against him his right hand slid down her back, pressing against her low back and the top of her shapely bottom.<br><br>"I shall hold you to your promise my lady." he breathed into her mouth. Easing back slightly he smiled roguishly. "Model your garters for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Memoirs of Lady Amelia (Hurricane and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maiz</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 19:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arms went around his neck, the noisy material crinkling with any small movement. Amelia breathed deeply when his hand slid down her body, and she smiled before kissing him again to answer. "I will, but first you must help undress," she whispered, pulling away and turning around to him. Quickly she slipped off her undersleeves and tossed them onto her vanity table. Down her back were tiny buttons that usually she had her lady's maid button and unbutton. Not even Robert undressed her, only maids had done this intimate act. As she lifted her the snood that contained the bulk of her hair, she smiled. Perhaps it was right then, that Sadim was a servant.<br>
			</dd>
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